Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)
- Class of 1955
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HArbour 4221  MAGAZINE STAFF Editor MoRVEN McIlquham Literary Editor Caryl Churchill Sub-Editor Beth Corden Secretary -Treasurer . Lynne Harrison Art Editor Elizabeth Dingman Photography Editor Joan Branscombe Sports Editor Kristin Liersch House Editor Sandra Kovacs Honorary Adviser Miss Stansfield MAGAZINE COMMITTEE Arts VI Carol Armstrong Science VI Gail Fitzpatrick Form Va . Carol Clark Form Vb Sandra Keymer Form IVa Anne Murray Form IVb . , . . ' . Carolyn Bedford- J ones Form IIIa Anne Begor Form IIIb Margaret MacLean Form Upper II Barbara Stanfield  THIS YEAR marks the end of one era for Trafalgar and the start of another. As ihe new building nears completion, the rear section of our old school approaches the day of its demolition. It is with a pang that we see the familiar classrooms and the time-worn but friendly laboratory about to become memories for those who are here and past history for those who have yet to come. But a change affords a certain amount of excitement, tempered with a few difficulties, and adapting ourselves to new conditions is not an impossible feat. Though there will be many new improved additions in the section of the school that is being completed, the heart of Trafalgar — her gym — will remain. Perhaps it is not the largest gym nor the most up-to-date, but it has character and reflects the mood of its occupants. On mark reading days there is a tense atmosphere; on the nights of the Gym Demonstration, there is an atmosphere full of excitement. Everything goes on in the gym, from House Competitions and basketball games to spelling bees and lectures. There is something about it, an elusive, intangible something, that has instilled itself within the four walls of the gym, and we who must leave Trafalgar will fondly recall the gym when we look back on our school days. When the last year of high school is reached, we realize how much we shall miss the daily drama of school life which we groan about from time to time. We shall no longer be quite so sheltered and guided. But though we shall leave Trafalgar and make our way in the various pathways of life we have chosen, there will always be the name of Trafalgar and what it stands for to honour and maintain. That is a very common statement, but the fact remains that the standards of Trafalgar, established and maintained over a long period of time, must still be maintained not only by the present students, but by those who have left and by us who are leaving. As we go out into the world, we would like to wish our Head Mistress, our teachers and all the girls the very best in the coming year — a successful entry into the new building and a continuance within it of the same school spirit that enhanced the old, of the same standards it upheld: and we leave with you this parting thought: " It is better to travel hopefully than to arrive; and true success is to labour. "  SEPT. 8 OCT. 11 OCT. 20 OCT. 21 OCT. 29 School Opening Mid-term Holiday Inter-school Tennis Matches Trafalgar Day Hallowe ' en Party NOV. 1 NOV. 24 NOV. 29 DEC. 13 DEC. 21 Mid-term House Miss Christmas Carol Marks Competition Hasell Exams Singing DEC. 22 JAN. 11 JAN. 21 FEB. 7 9 FEB. 21 End of Start of Grad Public Mid-term Term I Term H Dance Speaking Holiday FEB. 22 MAR. 10 11 MAR. 16 APRIL 6 APRIL 19 Mid-term Marks Gym Dem. Spelling Bee General Knowledge Closing Start of Term III [ 13 ] A LAST LOOK 1915-1955 WHEN, IN JUNE, the School fire-door — for this past year its front door — slams behind the last member to leave for the holidays, we shall have said good-bye to a large and important section of Trafalgar ' s building. Let us, as we leave them, think back briefly over some of the rooms in this building and the varied purposes they have served. Remember the Lab, which, with its high stools and tables, its little sinks and many taps, recalls for some the personality of Miss Cam, and for those of an earlier date, that of Miss Hicks whose Form, Lower VI, used it as a classroom. Across the hall, next the Art Room, was Room 11, for years the abode of Upper II with Miss Bedford- J ones, then for years occupied chiefly by a piano and an unidentified smell which was always referred to as " dead rat " . This useful room also served for Ross House ' s meetings, and was invaded periodically by all Houses in turn rehearsing songs, storing props, or putting on costumes, and going through all the frenzy of preparing for a House Competition. The overflow of this activity spread across the hall to the small room — once a classroom, then the Prefects ' room, and more recently the Senior VI room. There, as a result, one often found oneself teaching amidst a strange and heterogeneous collection; while Hallowe ' en sheets and masks seemed to remain on the shelves perma- nently. One year a flower-decked fence stood there for weeks after a Grad Dance. On the middle corridor was another room of many functions, that architectural freak known to us for the past ten years or so as " the wool room " , a place where Red Cross articles contended for space with stationery supplies, the mimeographing machine, and " shelved " text-books. Beyond this room lay the Prefects ' den, over which it was always advisable to draw a veil. In its earlier and more dignified era, this, together with the wool room, was a Staff room, and later became Miss Bryan ' s office. On one ' s left at the foot of the marble stairs, in the lower corridor, there was originally one large room, known as the playroom, and used for singing classes, and for recess in winter — milk and biscuits being distributed from the adjoining kitchenette. Later this was the Boarders ' Study, and later still, divided  by a partition, it became two Junior classrooms which were referred to, for lack of numbers, as the Inner and Outer Study. The outer room must always have had a certain resemblance to a station waiting room, since only through it could one reach either the inner room or the kitchenette, and this meant that the class in the inner room had to file through at intervals, to say nothing of the procession of Staff going to the kitchenette at recess to warm their milk in the cold weather. These and all the other rooms in this forty-year-old section of the building will soon be only memories. Every one has its own history, its special associations — different for each of us. And so we say a rather regretful farewell to these rooms and corridors that have seen so much. Soon, in their place, will be a new McGregor Street, but even its newness will be tempered by our history, for the door opening onto it will be Traf ' s original front door, through which all her generations of schoolgirls have passed. " Tho ' much is taken, much abides. " E.S. 1955 AND ALL THAT! " The time has come, " the City said, " For us to knock you down. You are nothing but a Road Block That slows our trip to town. " ' Twas really very hard you know To hear their fierce attack. They know I ' m mostly made of stones And cannot answer back. But if I had a human tongue, The things that I could say! You know ' tis said that walls have ears — I ' ve heard much in my day! I ' ve been a school nigh forty years: The girls I ' ve come to know. I ' ve watched them as they ' ve been at work. The bright ones and the slow. I ' ve listened as for hours they ' ve sat Through lessons by the score. And when I think of some of them I shudder all the more! I ' ve heard how Caesar conquered Gaul, The strategies he planned. What Hannibal and others did To gain some extra land! " Off with her head! " the Queen of Hearts Once callously did cry, And History tells how poor King Charles " The axe ' s edge did try " . And there ' s the tale of Jericho Whose walls came tumbling down, They even break a sentence up When asked to find the noun! But I have heard of drugs they ' ve found To try to conquer ills. Perhaps they ' ll give a bit to me. Inject my window sills? I ' m on the spot, they always knew I could not move or bend. So ere I ' m flat upon my face I must this poem end! L.F.M.B.   THE NEW BUILDING AT THE JUNE ' 54 " Closing Exercises " Dr. Foster outlined the plans for the new wing, which has been made necessary by the city ' s expropriation of the back part of the school in order to extend McGregor Street. Work was begun during the summer months. The verandah of the house was torn down, the charming green fence was moved farther out onto the sidewalk, and the excavating began. School reopened, and during the year we have had the opportunity of watching the new building grow. The steam shovel soon disappeared and the cement mixer took its place. The foundations were laid, and in no time steel girders were being swung into place by a huge crane. With the framework set up, riveting began. This was the most fascinating of all the work that had been done so far. The red-hot rivets were thrown up to a man, standing on a girder, who caught them in a bucket and hammered them into place. After the riveting, bricklaying began. This has continued all winter. As spring approaches, the brick work has been almost completed, and what remains to be done now is the finishing of the interior. The new school is to consist of classrooms, sound-proof music rooms, laboratories, studios and cloak- rooms. We, the class of ' 55, wish the future students great happiness and success in the new " Trafalgar " . Joan Branscombe, Arts VI, Gumming House. GRAD DANCE ' 55 January rolled around once more, Traf grads upon pink clouds did soar. The reason was: their dance was near. Would it be fun? How they did fear! Snowflakes hung and trees stood still, Disguising all by Morgan ' s skill; The music of Ken Allen ' s band Made the gym a wonderland. The night arrived and all was set, But all too fast the time sped on. Boy and girl at dinners met. And far too soon the night had gone. To school they all did make their way. But none will forget while they ' re alive To dance and laugh and be most gay. The wonderfvil Grad Dance ' 55. Judith Bennett, Arts VI, Barclay House. aASS NOTES VA ONCE AGAIN from hall to hall it ' s Monday morning in Va, and here with a play by play description are your reporters, Foster Harrison and Wes McClark. The first period is over and the score is 1 — 0 in favour of the Teachers. Now there ' s a mad scramble by the boards as rookie Henderson takes up her position outside. Order is restored as Leonard, for the Teachers, appears on the scene. There go Bourdeau and McAvity to the bench. They seem to be deep in conversation, probably discussing Saturday night ' s activities. The time is now 10.35. A few algebra books are tossed on the ice as Leonard is replaced by Galambos, and the score remains 1 — 0.  Tempers are beginning to wear thin, and — what ' s this?!! There seems to be some confusion between Sloan and Galambos in the south end of the rink to the left. Now everybody gets into the act, but here ' s Sloan breaking through. She shoots . . . she scores ! ! ! The game is all tied up, ladies and gentlemen, Va — 1 and the Staff — 1. And there ' s the siren! As both teams retire to the locker rooms, I can see the coach hurrying them outside for a breath of air and a pep talk. Shepherd and Marshall are raising the fighting spirit of the team by passing out cookies! Now the teams are back on the ice. The forward line of Pardo, Leyds and Reilly start the period off by a brisk discussion of latest styles, but Mademoiselle breaks this up by calling for a penalty for holding the puck. The crowd goes wild as the homework is assigned. I can see somebody down there cleaning off the blackboard, and time is called again. I can ' t quite tell why, but — oh, yes! It ' s just another change of players for the Teachers. Tovell, a rookie for the Staff team, shoots a sizzling test down the ice, but it ' s deflected by Mailloux until next week. Now Cape is called for icing a note to Thompson. Here comes Schremp! She stops to sharpen a skate and — oh! a beautiful screened shot into the waste-basket, and just listen to that crowd roar ! ! ! Va is ahead 2 — 1 and Schremp is mobbed by her team mates. With six minutes and twenty-three seconds left in the morning, things get back to normal. Wait a minute ... I think there ' s going to be a penalty to Flood for knitting! No! No, she talked her way out of that one, but it was close! The Teachers are making a valiant effort to come back, but these Va girls just won ' t allow it. Tension is growing here in the classroom as both teams struggle . . . now Tovell shoots — and the siren goes to end the game! And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The final score — Va — 2, The Staff — 1, for the first time in the history of Trafalgar ' s Va! Carol Clark, Lynne Harrison, Form Va, Ross House. A W A R D S THE TRAFALGAR CUP The Trafalgar Cup, awarded to the most public-spirited of the senior girls, who at the same time has maintained a high standard of conduct and has shown devotion to work, was awarded last year to Margaret Peters. THE FORSYTH CUP The Forsyth Cup, awarded to the senior girl who has made the most of her opportunities, showing herself friendly and helpful to all, was awarded to Judy Brow. THE INTER-HOUSE SHIELD The Inter-House Shield, presented by Mrs. Wynne Robinson to the House which attains the greatest number of points during the year, was won by Fairley House.  FORM OFFICERS CHRISTMAS TERM Form Arts VI Science VI Form Va Form Vb Form IVa Form IVb Form IIIa Form IIIb Upper II Presidents Judith Bennett Danuta Ostrowska Lynne Harrison Margaret Clegg LuciLE Robert Jane Walker Anne Bergithon Laureen Hicks Marion Ballantyne Vice-Presidents Kristin Liersch Gail Fitzpatrick Carol Clark Elizabeth Corken Elizabeth Biggs Diana Ardagh Maria Contorrigas Jean Mason Barbara Stanfield SPRING TERM Fo rm Arts VI Science VI Form Va Form Vb Form IVa Form IVb Form IIIa Form IIIb Upper II Presidents Judith Bennett Gail Fitzpatrick Carol Clark Elizabeth Corken LuciLE Robert Jane Walker Maria Contorrigas Margaret MacLean Wendy Laws Vice-Presidents Morven McIlquham Danuta Ostrowska Lynne Harrison Margaret Clegg Anne Murray Jean Mitchell Anne Begor Jean Mason Linda Guthrie Form Arts VI Science VI Form Va Form Vb Form IVa Form IVb Form IIIa Form IIIb Upper II Form II Boarders Library Representatives Janet Rutherford Janet Bryce Sandra Sloan Penelope Farndale Elizabeth Biggs BoGNA Pasierbinska Elizabeth Brooks Catherine Hadjipateras guyla bowden Lynne McLay Maria Contorrigas Treasurers Sheilah McKay Lynne Schofield Marjorie Cape Susan Kilburn Anne Murray Frances Kornpointer Kathleen Hampton Ann Manthorp Betty Shannon Karen Molyneux [19 THE PREFECTS Danuta Ostrowska, Judith Bennett, Kristin Liersch, Caryl Churchill, Morven Mcllquham, Joan Branscombe, Gail Fitzpatrick. (Absent: Carol Armstrong, Ruth Lennox.) A POPPY AND A SILENCE Written after an address given to the School on Remembrance Day by the Rev. Dr. R. J. Berlis. Poppies red as blood They shed in hope That we might live in peace, A token now for us to wear To show we think of Them This time each year. A silence, for a while we bow ovir heads. The world is hushed and still That we may stand in silent prayer To show we think of Them This time each year. L.F.M.B. DEPART! jUAND, chaque annee nous voyons, des Janvier, les preparatifs pour le nou- veau magazine, et que nous essayons dans nos classes respectives de donner a nos eleves un elan pour obtenir d ' elles un " chef d ' oeuvre " , nous coulons, bien sur, la reussite de notre revue; mais combien d ' autres pensees nous viennent aussi a I ' esprit. Pour vous, jeunes filles, c ' est la demiere page de la vie d ' ecole que vous tournez, et vous allez maintenant voler de vos propres ailes avec des craintes et des chagrins varies, mais certainement sans la menace de la " mauvaise note " , ni les embuches de " I ' imparfait du subjonctif ' . Envole tout cela! Vous ne pensez qu ' aux joies certaines et multiples que vous trouverez apres avoir franchi le senil de voire classe.  Pour moi, quand je vois encore une annee finie, et un groupe avec qui j ' ai travaille plusieurs annees qui s ' en va, rieur et plein d ' espoir, j ' ai Timpression de rester sur un quai de gare, au depart d ' un etre cher. Ce sent les dernieres minutes; on a le coeur tout gonfle de choses a se dire, et pourtant tout ce que I ' on trouve, ce sont des banalites telles que: " Ecris-moi souvent! Tu as tout ce qu ' il te favit? Ne nous oublie pas! Fais bien attention a toi ! Sois heureuse! " L. Ernout-Brouillette. WHY LEARN LANGUAGES? You WOULD surely expect a teacher of languages to recommend their study, wouldn ' t you? Of course you would! Not only for their cultural value; not only because of the new world of literature they open up to us, enriching our mental horizon. There is also the human interest involved, the sheer fun one may derive from understanding what is going on around us, — to say nothing of the economies that may be effected. Out of many such experiences, here is an example. One summer, in Florence, Italy, I went to the famous hat market to buy my Mother a hat. The woman at the stall addressed me in English, as I had just been talking in that language with a boat acquaintance I had run into there. Explaining what I wanted, I made my selection, then asked the price. " I ' ll ask my husband, " replied the woman. After doing so in Italian, there ensued a long discussion as to what they would have for dinner. Then, turning to me, she simply mentioned a sum which was exactly four times the price he had quoted. This in no way surprised me, as I had had the system explained to me the previous day in a tooled leather shop. In brief, if there is no fixed price attached, the sum first quoted will be four times the cost price; then if the buyer pays twice the cost price, the shop is making a fair profit, and the buyer is paying a reasonable amount. Gradually the purchaser increases his first low offer, the seller comes down until approximately the half-way stage is reached. Hence I proceeded to put the system into operation. At intervals each of us would p retend to have reached her limit. Then the woman would say to me, " I ' ll have to ask my husband. " But . . . " What wine would you like today? " was her question. No mention of price was introduced. After a while she would tell me, " He say no! " Nothing more. Finally I turned to the man and asked in Italian, " Why don ' t you want wine today? Is it too hot? And don ' t you think tomatoes and onions are tastier than cheese? " Then, to the woman, " I will give you so-and-so, " mentioning a fair amount, and putting the money in her hand. It was truly amusing to see the expression of stunned surprise on both faces when they realized I had understood their conversation. Their mouths fell open as they gaped at me. As in a dream, the woman packed up the hat. Mechanically she made change. And then off I walked, having thoroughly enjoyed the whole episode. As I reached the end of the long concourse, I turned and waved. They were still standing there, mouths agape, eyes still wide with astonishment as they feebly returned my gesture. So ... do learn languages! It ' s fun! H.M.G.  PHOTOGRAPH COMPETITION First: CARYL CHURCHILL BARCLAY HOUSE " Tende bene et alta pete. " WELCOME, NEW GIRLS i We want to thank you for your cooperation with the rest of the House in helping Barclay. This year Barclay has been very successful, obtaining first place in the first term, and in the Spelling Bee. We want to thank the girls for their interest and hard work, and also we ' d like to thank Miss Stansfield for her help and appreciated advice. The House Competition this year was a burlesque of a poem, acted in pantomine with narrators reading the words. We placed third with " The Highwayman " and would like to congratulate Cumming who won. We have a semi-athletic House, with several girls on the basketball teams. We are looking forward to the inter-house basketball matches and the Field Day next term. Let ' s hope we shall be as successful as Barclay has been in the past. Once more we ' d like to thank the girls, and wish them the best of luck with Barclay in the future. Kristin Liersch and Judith Bennett.  GUMMING HOUSE " Facta non verba. " THIS YEAR Gumming had a new house mistress, Miss Leonard, whom we would like to thank for all her help and encouragement. We are sorry that she is ill at the time of writing and wish her a speedy recovery. The first event of the year was the House Competition. We lived in a frantic rush from the moment we chose Tennyson ' s " Lady Clare " as our poem vmtil we collapsed on the great day to hear Mrs. Cushing ' s comments. Saturday mornings and the unearthly hour of 8.30 before prayers — a whirl of lost copies, woollen wigs, silver paper goblets, confetti, piles of old sheets and a head for the doe! A great deal of enthusiasm was shown by everyone and we were lucky enough to win the competition. Cumming ' s coming on! Another House project this year has been the afghan. For months it was a distant dream with an almost impossible total of 206 squares to be knitted, but finally we had enough, and the " six inch squares " — often five by seven rectangles — were sewn together. We would like to thank everyone for working together so well this year and showing so much House spirit. Special thanks to Betty Shannon, Anne Begor, Diana Falkner, Dawn Marshall and our Fifth For m Representative, Sandra Keymer, for all their house-points, help and enthusiasm. This year we were well represented on the basketball teams by Joan Branscombe and Ann Kampouris on the First Team and by Karen Curry, Janet Rutherford, Marjorie Cape and Elizabeth Biggs on the Second Team. We are looking forward to the inter-house basketball games and Field Day. At the end of the first term we were second to Barclay — congratulations, Barclay! — and we are working hard to see if we can do even better by the end of the year. But whether we pile up an impressive total or are dragged down by the inevitable bad marks, this has been one of Cumming ' s most enjoyable and successful years, and we hope she will do as well in the future. Good luck, Cumming! Joan Branscombe and Caryl Churchill. FAIRLEY HOUSE FIRST OF ALL we would like to take this opportunity to welcome into the House the many newcomers, and thank them sincerely for their support. This year, nevertheless, the standard of Fairley was not as high as it has been known to be in recent years. Perhaps less grim Tuesday mornings could pull this standard up. However, we wish to extend our sincere thanks to those members who have been so helpful, particvilarly the younger ones, who have contributed outstanding work to the House. We would also like to extend our thanks to Mrs. Leonard, whose advice has been much appreciated throughout the year. The major event of the first term was the House Competition. Everyone worked hectically, but in the end we ' re afraid " Dangerous Dan McGrew " proved indeed to be a true villain. Nevertheless, all had fun. Congratulations to Cumming ' s " Lady Clare " and her well deserved win! [ 23 1 I Work in the Red Cross field this year was enthusiastic, and our thanks are offered to Sandra Mailloux and Judy Bourdeau. Several layettes were completed, but unfortunately we did not finish our afghan of 206 squares by the end of the second term. Our special thanks go to some of our more spirited junior members — Laureen Hicks, Wendy Laws and Glee Willows. And our best wishes go to those who will lead the House in following years. Perhaps then will Fairley be able to reach greater heights! In conclusion we wish all Fairley members luck, happiness and success, and hope that they will not forget their motto: — " Service before Self " . IIRST OF ALL, we would like to welcome the new girls in Ross House this JL year and thank them for their hard work. And, of course, there are the old Rossites to welcome back. We could also like to express our thanks and appre- ciation to Miss Harvie for the advice and support she has given us. The first event in connection with the Houses this year was the House Competition. Ross chose " Fair Eleanor " — a ballad by Blake — as a poem to burlesque, and there were three hectic weeks with rehearsals at such unheard- of hours as 8.00 a.m. on week-days and 10.00 a.m. on Saturdays. Finally, after a last minute scramble to finish props, costumes and programmes, all was ready. Ross was fortunate enough to place second. Congratulations to Cumming, the winner. We should like to thank all those who helped back-stage and those who displayed their talents on-stage. Everyone co-operated exceptionally well; we hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. Red Cross work has been very good this year — from making layettes to collecting stamps. And Ross has completed, at long last, her afghan, comprising a total of 206 six-inch squares. Our thanks to all the girls who knitted squares and those who volunteered to sew them together. Keep up the knitting! Ross is very well represented on the basketball teams, and we are looking forward to the Inter-House games next term, and to the Field Day. Here ' s hoping we do as well as, if not better than we have in the past. We would like to thank the girls once again for their cooperation and House spirit, and we wish Ross and her members the best of luck in the future, and remind them of our motto: " Suaviter in more, fortiter in re. " Pleasant in manner, brave in action. MoRVEN McIlquham and Ruth Lennox. The following girls won prizes at the Young People ' s Symphony Concerts this year: Posters S. Keymer 1st, F. Kornpointer 2nd, S. Kovacs 3rd. Scrapbooks B. Burrows 1st, B. Armbruster and C. Bates tied for 3rd. Music Quiz S. Kovacs 1st. Elizabeth Dingman and Linda McDougall. ROSS HOUSE  S. Kovacs, S. McKay, S. Keymer, J. McDougall, J. Mitcht-ll, L. Kolxrt, J. Walker. PUBLIC SPEAKING EVERY YEAR the McGill Alumnae Society sponsors a Public Speaking Contest, open to girls from Grades 10 and 11 of High Schools and Private Schools in Montreal and the surrounding area. Each school may send one contestant, and this year there were about forty entrants. In order to choose a speaker to represent Trafalgar, each girl in Forms V and VI gave a speech to her Form, Those considered good enough again spoke to the whole Sixth Form together. From these, four were chosen to speak to the school in the gym; they were Judy McDougall and Sheilah McKay from Form VI, and Sandra Kovacs and Sandra Keymer from Form V. Judy McDougall spoke on " Nonsense in English Literature " , Her speech was very interesting and amusing. She pointed out how necessary and important good nonsense is to literature, quoting some nonsense verses and limericks. Sheilah McKay spoke on " Social Work " , of the good work being done for the crippled, mentally and physically ill, and underprivileged people of all ages. Sandra Kovacs spoke on " Seeing Eye Dogs " . She told us of the training these dogs require and of the great number of them which are being used today. Finally, Sandra Keymer spoke on " The Year 1953 " , with svich important events as the Coronation, the ascent of Everest, and the death of Joseph Stalin. A day or so later, three members of Form IV — Jean Mitchell, Jane Walker and Lucile Robert — delivered speeches with great success on Valentin Shabaeff, a contem- porary artist, on Water Skiing, and on the Advant ages of being Bi-lingual. All these speeches were very good, and each interesting in its own way. Judy McDougall was chosen to represent Trafalgar at the McGill Alumnae Contest, and after being successful in the semi-finals she went on to win the Cup in the finals. Congratulations, Judy! Frances Kornpointer, Form IVb, Fairley House. SCHOOL DONATIONS Children ' s Memorial Hospital $140.00 Welfare Federation 100.00 Veterans ' Xmas Tree Fund 10.00 Tiny Tim Xmas Fund 2.00 Montreal Day Nursery 50.00 Red Cross 40.00 Save the Children Fund 65.00 Salvation Army 50.00  FORM ARTS SIXTH JOAN CHRISTENA BKANSCOMBE, 1951-55 Cummin g House " It is good to be merry and wise. It is good to be honest and true, It is best to be off with the old love Before you go on with the new. " Activities: Head Prefect, House Head, Photography Editor of " Echoes " , First basketball team, hymn player. Ambition: McGill. Probable destiny: Housekeeper for a certain Fraternity at McGill. Pet aversion: Boarding! (we wonder why!) Pastime: Asking Kris her pastime. Jo says: " Come off the roof. " Prototype: Donald " Duck " . ALBERTA McGREGOR ANDERSON, 1953-55 Barclay House " Much study has made her very lean, and pale and leaden-eyed. " Activities: House Red Cross Representative. Ambition: Varied, and liable to change without notice. Probable destiny: Berdie ' s charm school for aspiring bachelors. Pet aversion: French pastries, black oxfords, Monday mornings. Pastime: Keeping us educated. Berdie says: " Well, I can ' t explain it, my dear, l)ut . . . " Prototype: Lauren Bacall! MARTHE ARGYRAKIS, 1954-55 Fairley House " I came, I saw, and noiv I ' m leaving. " Ambition: To obtain a B.A. Probable destiny: Obtaining a Bachelor. Pet aversion: " Marthe, how do you say this in French? " Pastime: Helping Miss Box pronounce her name. Marthe says: " Oh Details! " Prototype: Marthe Argyrakis. 26 ] CAROL JEAN ARMSTRONG, 1950-55 (humming House " Oh wondrous night, thou wast not meant for sleep. " Activities: Prefect, House Red Cross Representative, Form Representative for " Echoes " . Ambition : To he a teacher. Probable destiny: Teaching her own. Pet aversion: People who call her ARMY. Pastime: A certain party. Carol says: " How fascinating. " Prototype: Millie the model. JUDITH ANNE BENNETT, 1949-55 Barclay House " I ' ll speak in a monstrous little voice. " Activities: Prefect, House Head, Form President, Form Games Lieutenant, First basketball team, Sports Secretary- Treasurer. Ambition : Teacher. Probable destiny: Judith ' s College of Newfoundland Culture. Pet Aversion: People who tell her to stop talking — about New- foundland. Pastime : Trying to make herself heard. B ender says: " Fair beauteous. " (Pronounced - bue-chuss) Prototype: Daddy Long Legs. CARYL LESLEY CHURCHILL, 1948-55 Cumming House " Einstein was rather clever too. " Activities: Prefect, House Head, Literary Editor of " Echoes " . Ambition : To write. Probable destiny: Learning to write legibly. Pet aversion : People who ask if she ' s any relation to Winston. Pastime: Doodling in her scribbler. Caryl says: " I don ' t know a thing! " (Then she gets A +) ELIZABETH ANNE DINGMAN, 1950-55 Fairley House " He is a fool who thinks by force or skill To turn the current of a woman ' s will. " Activities: House Head, Form Gym Lieutenant, Art Editor of " Echoes " . Ambition: To look older. Probable destiny: Grey hair at twenty-five, and a face-lift at thirty. Pet aversion : Those short gym shorts ! Pastime: Trying to do everything at once. Liz says: " Tramendous ! " (Ask her where she picked that one up.) Prototype: Pepsodent smile.  SUSAN HALLETT, 1950-52, 1953-55 Barclay House " When she is good she is very, very good; When she is bad she is caught. " Ambition: It varies with the attraction. Probable destiny: Attracting?? — ! Pet aversion: People who give her bad marks. Pastime : Music. Sue says: " I don ' t get it. " JOCELYN MARY KINSMAN, 1953-55 Gumming House " Don ' t put off for tomorrow what you can put off for the day after. " Ambition: Figure skater. Probable destiny: Cleaning the ice at the Verdun auditorium. Pet aversion: People who call her Joyce. Pastime: Asking Sheilah the time. Joss says: " Poof! ! " Prototype: Jiggs. RUTH LENNOX, 1953-55 Ross House " Laugh and the world laughs with you. " Activities: Prefect, House Head. Ambition : To teach. Probable destiny: Chief blackboard washer at Traf. Pet aversion: People who tell her not to laugh. Pastime: Keeping the " why " in Geometry. Ruth says: " LISTEN. I ' ve got something to tell you! " KRISTIN LIERSCH, 1950-55 Barclay House " Life is a jest and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it. " Activities: Prefect, House Head, Games Captain of the School, Form Games Captain, First basketball team. Tennis team. Form Vice-President, Sports Editor for " Echoes " . Ambition: Cornell University. Probable destiny: Kristin ' s kindergarten for korrupt kiddies! Pet aversion: Short men! Pastime: Asking Joan her pastime. Kris says: " I don ' t believe it! " Prototype: Pogo.  VIRGINIA MARY MANSOUR, 1953-55 I ' airlcy House " They say that great women are dying — don ' t feel so well. " Ambition : Lawyer. Probable destiny: Bar. Pet aversion: (censored) Pastime: Ballet. Ginny says: " Wait for ME! " Prototype : Dangerous Dan McGrew. LINDA MARGARET McDOUGALL, 1946-55 Fairley House " Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman ' s nay doth stand for naught? " Activities: House Head, Dance Committee, President of Junior Red Cross, 1954-55. Ambition: Ecole des Beaux Arts, Paris. Probable destiny: Paris . . . ! Pet aversion: Gentlemen who prefer blondes. Pastime: Bringing up Judy. Linda says: " Oh, he ' s just a friend of the family ' s! " MORVEN CAMERON McILQUHAM, 1948-55 Ross House " Content of spirit must from science flow. For ' tis a godlike attribute to know. " Activities: Prefect, House Head, Editor of " Echoes " , Form Vice-President, School Games Vice-Captain, Form Gym Captain, First basketball team. Ambition : Doctor. Probable destiny: Making the heart beat faster. Pet aversion: People who suggest other professions. Pastime: Spelling her name for the unenlightened. Mac says: " Fve got so-o much to do! " SHEILAH DIANE McKAY, 1953-55 Barclay House " Everything I love is either illegal, immoral or fattening. " Activities: Form Treasurer, Dance Committee, First basketball team. Ambition: Nurse. Probable destiny: " Excuse me, sir, Fm the new floor-maid on this ward. " Pet aversion : Short men. Pastime: Tall men. Sheilah says : " Fabulous. " Prototype: Long Sam.  MARGARET OWENS, 1950-55 Gumming House " What I learned I have forgotten. What I knoiv I have guessed. " Ambition: Nursing. Probable destiny: Margie ' s Mansion for Mangled Mammals. Pet aversion: " Margie, have you got any food today? " Pastime : Saying " No " to her pet aversion. Margie says: " Heaven knows! " Prototype : Dennis the Menace. JENNIFER JEAN PALMER, 1954-55 Ross House " She likes to sit and fool a while. But mystery lurks behind that smile. " Activities: First basketball team, Senior ski team. Ambition: To see the world. Probable destiny: Seeing it through cinerama. Pet aversion: Term mark reading, black oxfords. Pastime: Waiting for a bus. Jenny says: " Well, for heaven ' s sake. " Prototype: Jeannie, with the light brown hair. MARY ELEANOR ROSEVEAR, 1953-55 Barclay House " First you think she ' s quite demure. But afterwards you ' re not too sure. " Ambition : Physiotherapist. Probable destiny : Rosevear ' s rubbing residence for ruined ribs. Pet aversion: Removing lipstick before classes. Pastime : Reading Janet ' s poetry. Mary says: " Oh Gad! " Prototype : Sparkle Plenty. JANET GLYNNE RUTHERFORD, 1950-55 Gumming House " Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we eat, drink and be merry again. " Activities: Gaptain Second basketball team. Form Library Representative. Ambition: McGill. Probable destiny: She ' ll gain her goal. Pet aversion: She hasn ' t one — or has she? Pastime: A certain man — and man! what a man! Janet says: " Bev . . . it ' s fabulous! " Prototype: The Home-loving type.  FORM SCIENCE SIXTH JANET MERCEDES BRYCE, 1951-55 Barclay House " Breathes there the man with soul so dead. Who has not turned his head and said, ' NOT BAD ' ? " Activities: Eaton ' s Junior Council Representative, Dance Com- mittee, Library Representative, Games Lieutenant, Head of Boarding House. Ambition: Commercial artist. Probable destiny: Pen pal to Dorothy Dix. Pet aversion : People who talk about nothing. Pastime: Finding one. Janet says: " That ' s real George. " Prototype: Jupiter ' s darling(?) KAREN ANNE CURRY, 1952-55 Gumming House " was born a blonde, I ' ll die a blonde. Even if I have to dye to stay a blonde. " Activities: Second basketball team. Ambition: Airline hostess for some American airline. Probable destiny: Waiting on people in Murray ' s restaurant. Pet aversion: Being told not to talk in the library. Pastime: Writing letters. Karen says : " Well, don ' t look at me. " Prototype: Sparkle Plenty. GAIL ANN FITZPATRICK, 1950-55 Gumming House " Where there ' s a will, there ' s a way. " Activities: Prefect, Form Vice-President, Form President, Form Representative for " Echoes " . Ambition: Nursing. Probable destiny: Nurse(?) at Traf. Pet aversion: Collecting money. Pastime: Wandering into Science VI just to say " Hello " . Gail says : " Someone misplaced my . . . " Prototype: Red Button. NANA KAMPOURIS, 1951-55 Gumming House " Work and worry have killed many a woman, so why should I take a chance? " Activities: Form Gym Captain, First basketball team. Ambition: Interior decorator. Probable destiny: Who knows? Pet aversion: People who don ' t mind their own business. Pastime: Sleeping. Nana says: " Now what? " Prototype: Egyptian Doll.  MARION CAMPBELL MacRAE, 1949-55 Ross House " And when I am o ' horseback I will swear I love thee infinitely. " Activities: Blowing the whistle at recess. Ambition: Horses. Probable destiny: A horse. Pet aversion: People who don ' t like fresh air, and those who tell her not to whistle. Pastime: Riding. Marion says: " I haven ' t the foggiest idea. " Prototype: Falstaff. JUDITH ANNE McDOUGALL, 1946-55 Barclay House " When I ' m not near the one I love, I love the one I ' m near. " Activities : Form Games Captain, Tennis team, School Repre- sentative in McGill Alumnae Public-Speaking Contest. Ambition: To stand on the Bridge of Sighs and see what Byron saw. Probable destiny: Standing on Jacques Cartier Bridge and seeing what Cartier saw. Pet aversion : Linda — when she tries to bring her up. Pastime: Another one. Judy says: " What do you mean? Another one! " Prototype : The Wolf Girl. BEVERLEY SANDRA ALLISON MOONEY, 1950-55 Fairley House " She ' s easily met, but not so easily forgotten. " Ambition: To get her degree. Probable destiny: She ' ll get it — her M.R.S. Pet aversion: Being told to be in early! Pastime: Studying (while waiting for that 7 p.m. phone call). Bev. says: " That ' s TERRYFIC! " Prototype: Calamity Jane. SHERRILL RANKIN MOWAT, 1950-55 Ross House " What has night to do with sleep?! " Activities: Second basketball team. Gym Lieutenant. Ambition: To be a nurse. Probable destiny: " Mowat ' s mansion for mangled men. " Pet aversion: People who interfere in other people ' s business. Pastime: Waiting for the male. Sherrill says: " You don ' t love me any more. " Prototype: Raggedy Ann.  DA.NUTA MARIA OSTROWSKA, 1953-55 Barclay House " O, what may within her hide Though angel on the outward side! " Activities: Prefect, Form President, Form Vice-President. Ambition: Getting a B.A. and becoming an interior decorator. Probable destiny: ??? Pet aversion: Reading the lesson at prayers. Pastime: Losing and finding books, etc. Danuta says: " Stop talking, please. " Prototype: Angel-face. FOTINI PERIVOLARIS, 1951-55 Ross House " She ' s little but she ' s wise. She ' s a terror for her size. " Activities: Head of the Boarding House. Ambition: To study languages. Probable destiny: She ' ll get around! Pet aversion: People who say, " Hasn ' t she grown! " Pastime: Reading the lives of famous poets!? Fotini says: " Whoops! I ' ve got to ring the bell!! " PATRICIA LYNNE SCHOFIELD, 1943-50, 1952-55 Barclay House " She ' s not rough. She ' s not tough. But, boy, is she determined. " Activities: Dance Committee, Form Treasurer. Ambition: To own her own convertible. Probable destiny: Heaven only knows! Pet aversion: Being told what to do. Pastime: Going to hockey games in T.M.R. Lynne says: " Yes, but . . . " Prototype: Baby Snooks. CONNIE DOROTHY TOOTH, 1953-55 Fairley House " The tree of knowledge is not that of life. " Ambition: Nursing in England. Probable destiny: Occupying a bed in an English hospital. Pet aversion : Those certain pounds beyond her weight limit. Pastime: Perching on her rubber tire. Connie says: " Hey! Pm back again! " Prototype : Tarzan.  1. Down on the Riviera, L.D. 2. Those starry eyes, F.P. 3. Way down yonder — R.L. 4. Shy and demure, K.L. 5. Who could this be? J.B. 6. Now, let me think, J. P. 7. Aw! Won ' t you tell me? S.M. 8. She can ' t see for staring, V.M. 9. Go on! Take it, J.K. 10. Another cup of tea! C.A. 11. Looking into the future, M.M. 12. Veni, vidi, vici, M.M. 13. Look what I found, M.R. 14. The Greeks have a word for it, M.A.  1. They ' ve just swum the channel, J.M. and L.M. 2. Cute and coy, A. K. 3. That contemplative look, S.H. 4. Her birthday suit, J.B. 5. A doll and a duck, L.S. 6, Down on all fours, S.M. 7. Regardez le chapeau, B. M. 8. I love ' wabbit ' , J.R. 9. That ' s our Newfoundlander, J.B. 10. Little Miss Innocence, M.O. 11. Just my size, C.C. 12. How should I know? K.C. 13. Berdie in her Easter bonnet, A.A. 14. Goldilocks, G.F.  SUMMER PHILOSOPHY Like pebble ripples on a summer pool. Stones thrown for fun by young bare-legged gods, Our lives spread, widening, until they fade. Thousands of stones, and all the movement made Distorting the true reflections in the cool Deep water. All the circles spread and meet And overlap and change each other ' s shapes. Few stones fall close together: ripples greet, Touching and shifting in the dappled light. Few spread as from one stone, centre the same. And all the ripples flatten out of sight. Each stone unmourned as others take its place, Some splashing, others sinking silently. Making the small round pond alive until The pebble hurling boys have had their fill And go to play another, different game. NCLE JACK and my father had had a good education and made the best V- of their opportunities at school. Consequently when at the age of eighteen my father decided to be an architect his family were delighted and immediately imagined him planning town halls and mansions. Two years later a startled mother and non-plussed father were di smayed to hear that their younger son, Jack, had acquired the job of labourer at a farm in the South, and intended to take up his position in the near future. They started to protest but an emphatic if rather blunt, " I want to go, and am therefore going, " soon put an end to their entreaties. Caryl Churchill, Arts VI, Cumming House. THE COUNTRYMAN  All that was thirty years ago, which to me seems a long time. I grew up accustomed to hearing from Uncle Jack at intervals of six months. His letters were always very short, cheerful and to the point, mainly relating various happenings among his cows and sheep. In a childish way I felt a deep affection for this relation I had never seen. But why, I asked myself, did he want to secrete himself in a remote place miles from anywhere, why wasn ' t he lonely with only pigs and things to talk to, and why wasn ' t he bored living in the country year after year? Nobody, however, could answer these questions, nobody, that is, except Uncle Jack, and as things were going on it looked as if I should probably never see him. We were therefore much surprised when a letter arrived, on my fourteenth birthday as it happened, announcing that Uncle Jack was coming to see us for a few days. There was much speculation as to what he would look like. I tried to keep an open mind, but secretly imagined him tall and goodlooking. Two weeks later we were impatiently waiting for his arrival, our noses pressed to the window pane, staring into the misty gloom of a November evening. Occasionally my mother would put an extra log on the fire, my father straighten his tie in the mirror and wonder if, " Jack had changed much after all these years " . It was late before I saw him walking up the path, his figure silhouetted by the moon- light against the road. He was of medium height, broad, and walked with an easy gait. In one hand he carried a small suitcase, in the other a large hamper. My father opened the door and the brothers warmly shook hands, then Mother and I were introduced. After that there was talking, laughter, a meal to eat and general confusion. It was not till we were sitting round the fire that I had time really to look at our visitor. He was smoking his pipe, puffing rings that intermingled with the smoke already curling up the chimney. The flickering firelight threw alternating shadow and light upon his figure, as stable and solid as they were not. His chin, strong and firm, was accentuated by a shadow that made it look almost angular, his hands, broad yet lean, were marked here and there by a callus. He was reminiscing about life on the farm — after thirty years there were many tales to tell. Gazing into the fire, his dark brown eyes creasing at the corners as he talked about a broody hen, the curved lines round his mouth deepening as he remembered the little calf, he looked a picture of perfect happiness. For the first time my childhood questions were answered: his country life gave Uncle Jack a peace and contentment which my father, despite his success, would never know. I determined then and there that whatever I decided to do when I grew up would be for happiness rather than for money. One day, even if I weren ' t prosperous, I might be as rich as Uncle Jack. Penny Farndale, Form Vb, Fairley Hoiise.  TO A PRINCESS OF THE ESTE FAMILY Her hair was gold upon her head, Tied with a cord of silvery thread, Held with a pearl encrusted comb, And, woven round into a dome. It glistened. Her cheeks had been brushed with a pinky light, But the rest of her face was milky white Except her lips which were crimson red — A gash of colour ' gainst the rest of her head, As she smiled. Her eyes were palely glowing blue Like star-grass in the meadow spread with dew: Darkly fringed above and under. Framed by a gentle brow expressing wonder As she listened. Her dress was a heavy satiny rose Embroidered with crystal beads in rows. And, tied with a wide green sash. It matched the green above her lash. She glowed. Susan Hallett, Arts VI, Barclay House. WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF FIRE IN CASE OF fire, there are many methods of having it put out, but that depends on the fire. For a small fire in your bed, caused by smoking, I would advise you to bounce up and down on the bed, and if this doesn ' t work, run like mad for the nearest water tap. Of course, every modern, up-to-date home should have a bucket of water in each room in case of fire, but if you like to live dangerously, start your fire in the vicinity of running water. In case of fire on the lawn or in your backyard, yell for your family and neighbours, and get together a good, old-fashioned bucket brigade. This might not be as quick or effective as some more modern methods, but it affords excitement and fun for all. If you happen to walk along a street, and notice a blazing building, there are two alternatives. You can stand in the middle of the road and bellow until someone hears you, or the more calm and level-headed person might dash frantically to the nearest fire alarm box and send post-haste for the fire fighters. Once the firemen arrive, try to help them in every way you can. Reel out hose, tvirn on fire hydrants, put ladders against walls, in short, be a good, community- spirited citizen. These are but a few of the more intelligent methods of putting out a fire, and if you follow them you surely can ' t go wrong — if you survive. Frances Kornpointer, Form IVb, Fairley House. [38 1 DE PROFUNDIS Out of the depths, you raise your hazy head, Where sky meets sea, a symphony of blue . . . An islet in the sunset melts to red — How very real you look now, wet with dew! And yet I see you not, but know that you Are calling me, bvit how can I reply? You beg me come, but can a dream come true? I turn to prayers, my Island, for your cry Resounds in me, and I must come or die. Your far-off coastline, fading, growing pale. Beckons me softly to my longed-for home. Where silver sea-gulls over me will sail, And prancing dolphins clear the frothy foam. O siren of the sea, you make me roam By whisp ' ring of a spot where evening falls In sprinkling Stardust: an eternal home. From this corrupted place of human dolls I ' ll leave for south seas when my Island calls. Linda McDougall, Arts VI, Fairley Hovise. SOMEONE A TALL SLIM girl walked silently over England ' s pleasant moors. The soft green grass felt like a carpet of finest velvet at her feet. It had witnessed many a scene such as this — many other girls had left home to walk sorrowfully thus on the moors when deeply troubled. The pale blue sky above looked down on her as it had done so many times before, and the dainty daisies tossed their heads sadly as though worrying with her. A fresh poppy was pinned on the lapel of her tweed suit. She was thinking of someone — someone very dear to her. When would she see that someone again? Strong, brave and courageous. One who loved those old green moors and everything on them the way she did; that someone had gone far away to defend them. The sea rumbled on in the background, fierce, but full of contentment. She stooped down and picked out a daisy from amid the hundreds of others that grew there, and held it loosely in her hand. It seemed to wilt as her fingers touched it. She let it slip down from her grasp, and watched it as it fell to the ground. She looked up at the sky and remarked aloud, " If I am not able to find beauty in a daisy, where shall I ever find it? " Then walked on, not knowing where she was going except somewhere on the moors. She didn ' t want to know where she was going; she didn ' t care. For an hour she went on until suddenly, very far away, the breeze carried a familiar whistle to her. She listened again and again, only one person she knew whistled that tune, but who was it? Then she remembered; the someone had returned! Joyously she retraced her steps and ran back over the moor in glory. Laureen Hicks, Form IIIb, Fairley House.  NIGHT WIND Wind, wild wind, Waves, wild waves. Whistling through the tree tops, Beating on the beaches. Whistling through the pine trees. Breaking o ' er the rocks. Incessant and fierce; Incessant and fierce; Loud angry rushing sound Loud angry roaring sound Filling the tree tops. Filling the cold air. Bending their boughs down Whipping the lake to Low to the ground. White-caps around. Dark clouds sailing All across the skyways, Before the driving wind, Incessant and fierce; Covering the Milky Way, Covering the moon up. So nothing but wind And darkness aboiind. Anne Begor, Form IIIa, Cumming House. AN ILLUSION AS A CHILD, did you ever wish to be a saleswoman? Didn ' t you think how nice it would be to sell all those lovely things, write out those exciting bills, and handle all that money? I always thought what a wonderful life it would be to be ever so kind and patient with old ladies trying to find ' just the right colour ' sweater, or to help small befreckled children trying to pick out a toy that they would like, but had to give to baby on his birthday. What a disillusionment! Last year I worked on Saturdays in one of Montreal ' s leading department stores, and found out how different a sales- woman ' s life really was. Instead of selling ' all those lovely things ' I found myself firmly established in a very dull glove department, selling equally dull gloves. As for the bills, it must have taken me about two months to distinguish the four different types and learn when to use which one and how to make them out. Handling ' all that money ' was my toughest problem what with some articles being untaxed, the American exchange, traveller ' s cheques and sales- peoples ' discounts. However, during my struggle at the glove counter, I learned a lot about people. One type was the social butterfly who would push her way through the lines of customers, clearing a path with her strong scent of Parisian perfume, to announce that she was Mrs. So and So (how right) and that she must be served first because she had a luncheon engagement in twenty minutes. She was the type that would find the price ' outrageous ' and the material ' very poor ' , and hurry away in a huff, after disapproving of about twenty pair of gloves, loudly snorting, " These saleswomen don ' t know anything. " Another type was the husband or boy friend who would slowly approach the counter with a worried look and timidly say, " I would like to buy a pair of gloves but I don ' t know what size she wears " . Then he would say that her  hand was a lot smaller than mine, and what size did I wear? " Well, I have very long fingers and take a seven, so maybe she would take a six. " Then, with the package firmly tucked under his arm, and a look of relief on his face, Mr. ' Manbuyer ' would walk briskly away. As well as these two types, one gets the old women who want ' warm woolly ones ' , and little children whose sticky fingers one tries to uncurl and sort out into the corresponding fingers of a pair of angora ' bunny gloves ' . After working there for several weeks, I began to learn to count a bit more fluently in French, to make out return slips, to cut off gossipy customers, to make the right change in slightly less than two minutes, to recognize the floor detectives and to watch for shoplifters. One day, I left a pair of cheap cotton gloves on the counter and went to get my book. I turned around to see them disappear up the arm of a raccoon coat, by means of a small clip attached to the inner lining by a piece of elastic. I caught the eye of a floor detective, and the raccoon coat and I were marched up to the manager with the alert detective. Another amusing incident happened during the Christmas rush. Two small friends of mine were window-shopping in the store, and suddenly came running, white-faced and shaken, to my counter with the tale that a man had been following them for about twenty minutes. " He is right behind us, " one of them whispered. I looked around and came face to face with the ever-present floor detective ! It certainly was an experience to work in that store, but never again will I associate a salesgirl ' s life with fun and glamour as I did several years ago. Jennifer Palmer, Arts VI, Ross House. ON LYING IN BED BEFORE ONE reaches the state of oblivion many thoughts will run through a person ' s mind. As thoughts progress, one begins to think of things he has done in life, right or wrong, and in the darkness of night he sees his mistakes as he did not see them in the light of day. Therefore while waiting for un- consciousness to settle on the brain, he will become more truthful and generovis towards his fellow man. When this feeling of goodwill is achieved, one is capable of thinking of the virtues of love and purity as possible for man. " To err is human, to forgive divine. " If, while waiting for sleep, one has become more loving, pure, generous and truthful towards man, then surely he is able to forgive and become more like his Maker. Since the Almighty made light from darkness, why is it that these things fly in the morning? Emily Cartwkight, Form IVb, Cumming House. DISASTER Waters swirling. The water spreads Whirlpools whirling. And still it spreads. Covered by a rising foam! Take care, all in its road! Falls are roaring. Then, by and by. Mists are soaring A despairing cry. And o ' er the treach ' rous billows roam. " The tub has overflowed! " JocELYN Kinsman, Arts VI, Cumming House.  THE ISLES OF PRINCES ON A BEAUTIFUL blue sea, the sea of Marmara, lie four islands called Kinds, Burgaz, Heybeli and BuyuKada. These four islands are the Isles of Princes. They have a long and terrible history, but now, like the Riviera in Italy, they have the best summer resorts in Turkey. On these islands many tourists and inhabitants of the near-by city of Istanbul spend the long summer, swimming, playing tennis, riding, hiking or sailing. Indeed, the islands are said to be some of the most beautiful in Europe. The scenery is varied; there are wild, colourful rocks, quiet bays, lonely cemeteries adorned with tall cypresses, picturesque churches, frightening ruins and gay casinos filled with oriental music a nd dancing people. The blue sea of the south surrounds it all. About half of each island is forested, while on the other half a village has grown up. There are numerous resorts and beautiful villages with gardens descending to the sea. No cars are allowed on the islands, the only way to get about is to ride a donkey or go in a horse drawn carriage. There are several churches on each island, both Catholic and Greek Orthodox. On each of the two bigger islands morgues have been built. Between Istanbul and the islands there is now a regular ferry service — every hour or so. However, this is quite recent, for about fifty years ago there was no regular communication and it was quite an expedition to go to the islands by row-boats. Among the many holiday-makers and inhabitants are the Greeks, the Turks, the Armenians, the Jews and the Europeans. The Isles of the Princes have not always been peaceful summer resorts. In the days of the great Byzantine Empire the islands were used as prisons for banished people. Many emperors and other great men were imprisoned there for life in underground dungeons. Escape was very difficult, practically impossible, as the islands lie too far from the mainland for swimming. One famous prisoner was St. Methodeus, who while in prison wrote a scholarly book. These islands were also known for the numerous monasteries and convents where undesired people were placed against their will by powerful enemies. So the islands have a terrible background, and on looking at the ruins of the monasteries, the convents and the dungeons, one cannot help shuddering at the cruelty which must have caused so much unjust torture and grief to so many innocent people. Nevertheless, time changes everything — even dreaded islands full of prisons and cruelly treated people into a pleasant resort, very popular among laughing and happy holiday-makers. Danuta Ostrowska, Science VI, Barclay House, ART ART IS A very interesting subject. Many people often say that they could never draw a straight line or anything in the form of art. A wonderful artist may not be able to draw a straight line either. I have heard it said that anyone who can draw a perfect circle (without a compass) is crazy. Many people are easily discouraged because of the old theory that an artist is born with talent and cannot acquire it. This may be true to a certain extent as a talented artist can produce a masterpiece; but, on the other hand, you do not have to be wonderful at drawing to enjoy experiments. With each experiment or  painting you learn something new and interesting. Even though you may feel that you are not progressing, you actually are. To hlend and experiment with colours is a great help to you before you start painting. With more experiments you will gradually learn how to contrast colours. You will also learn their complements. Study nature and try to make up your own compositions. If you watch things carefully and look at them closely you will be surprised at some of the colours you may find in an object that may have appeared quite different before you examined it. Thus, if you study, and examine, and try, and try again, you may master something that you were so sure you could not do. Don ' t you feel proud and wonderful now? Tryphena Flood, Form Va, Fairley House. SLEEP Drawn by the moon, the sea which is my sleep Comes slowly lapping up the wave ribbed sand. Here, rough emblems of the day and land. Are footprints, running, and a hole dug deep And a crumbling castle with a white shell door. But the waves break softly and in quiet foam creep Up the moist brown sand and recede once more; Day people met and day action planned Fade as the daytime footprints fade When the qviiet tide idles up the yielding shore And covers places where the children played. Each fish quick darting is a dream of mine In the sea moon drawn, in the sea my sleep; In the morning little will the firm land keep. Ribbed sand and seaweed are the only sign. Caryl Churchill, Arts VI, Cumming House. CLOAK AND DAGGER HE MAN behind the counter viewed me warily. " I ' ll have the one in blue, " I said for the second time. As if it were a password, he slid back the panel, carefully removed a small two by three inch package, and began to wrap it as quickly as possible. From now on it would be in my hand — my responsibility, at least till I reached 347 River Street. I placed the package carefully in my purse, and, as I thought, left the place successfully. I made a dash for the bus. Everything was right on schedvile, even the bus was exactly on the dot. As I boarded the bus, the driver gave me a nod: he knew. At that point the bus gave a swerve and I was knocked into a brown trench-coat. I followed, a little squeamishly, the overlap of his coat, until it reached the broad shoulders. Slowly, I lifted my eyes to his dark face. Trench-coat gave me a wry grin. He looked at my purse — and he obviously knew what was in it! He moved away ever so carefully, but I caught the sidelong glance he gave to the woman at my elbow. She knew too! By this time trench-coat had moved to the back door.  He worried me, for he still was watching me. We neared my stop. As I ran from the front door I threw a hurried glance over my shoulder, and, to my surprise, trench-coat did not exit. My relief was overwhelming, but as the bus pulled off, a black sedan approached me. A man with a fedora leaned from the window. He eyed my purse, turned to his companion and then rapidly murmured something about finding the street himself, and the car pulled away. The letters 347 seemed to reach out and grasp me. I lurched doggedly to the door, fumbled for the key and made my hasty entrance. I ran for the refrigerator in which to place my prize — for I had successfully brought home a package of Limburger Cheese . . . Alberta Anderson, Arts VI, Barclay House. DESCRIPTION OF A CROWD WHILE JOHN ate, he studied the shabby old restaurant and its diners. It swarmed with people, some young, some old, some stricken with poverty, some thin, and some fat and shapeless, who had come to this narrow, hot eating- place, where dirty tables covered with dingy white oilcloth awaited the casual diner. They were of all occupations — here was a labourer, his face and shirt dirty with sweat, his hands soiled and fingernails black, an ugly deep tan all over his body, munching slowly on a meat sandwich ; there was a mechanic, his shabby working outfit stained with oil and grease, his hands filthy from long hours of labour on grubby automobile parts; while in the farthest comer sat a woman in a spotted grey suit, no more than twenty-five, whose fair hair had black roots, whose lips were purple as plums, and who wore cheap bangles of yellow metal from a five and dime store. A miserable woman, with raw red hands, poorly dressed, had entered the restaurant not five minutes before, accompanied by a little girl of about five years. Both were hungry and cold, and they sat two tables ahead of John. At the next table was a man whose name evidently was Farley, and who must have made it a habit to come here every noon to lunch, for, since he had begun his meal, four persons had passed and pronounced his name. Sitting at the same table was a gentleman who seemed very out of place in the ruddy crowd of the restaurant, for his small pale face, thin and fragile of bone, his clipped black mustache and neat grey hair, his shy but steadfast brown eyes, all proclaimed the city man of aristocratic tradition and background. John surmised that perhaps he was just in that part of town on business and, on finding it time to eat, pushed his way into the closest restaurant. Here was a plumber; an enormously fat man; another labourer; all with animal-like faces, who guffawed loudly with their companions and spoke in hoarse tones. They were of all occupations, of all sizes and ages, and they did not seem to notice the flies that swarmed in the room, nor the waitresses with stained uniforms that were too short carrying platters of greasy hot meats and potatoes, nor even each other. They sat there, labourer and washerwoman alike, in the smoky room full of dirt, darkness and sweat. John finished drinking his cup of coffee, black and bitter, and, wiping his mouth on the soiled napkin, arose to make his way through this strange crowd of people to the doorway and fresh air. Elizabeth Dingman, Arts VI, Fairley House. [ 44 ] PRELUDE TO DARKNESS The light of the summer ' s day is slowly fading; Off on the ever-retreating horizon, beacons — Inevitable glimmerings of man — Shine dimly through the golden haze of evening: The sky, arching from edge to distant edge Of the vast world ' s flat expanse of sea and land, Is streaked with gold and amber wisps of cloud That trail o ' er a faint sky, slowly mellowing, Until the gold is tarnished, the amber gone; And then the pale sky darkens, deepens, sleeps . . . Its glowing colours faded into space. The sun, a ball of brilliant orange, dips And drops towards the dark, unknown land Stretching beyond the limits of horizon, And casts its bright reflection upon the sea As pale and indistinct as shadowy silk. White and unrelieved, until bright flashes Of the setting sun fire its n eutral surface With sudden, strange, almost compelling beauty. And down by the sea, on its smooth white stretch of sand, A little boy looks once more at the beating waves. The beach is quiet, an occasional person strolls by, A bird wheels in the twilight sky, screeching — The only sound to mar the evening silence. The boy stands staring at the rolling waves. Entranced by their fluid movement towards the shore. He stares at one and watches its advance; The wave, its crest tinged red by the setting sun. Rolls out of the far horizon towards the shore, With undulating grace and relentless power; It rolls and swings and curves in towards the shore. Then rears its rosy crest above the sea. And hangs suspended — and the boy, entranced With suspense, watches it reach its sudden climax — Then curl its foaming crest and tumble down To the wet sand, spreading out feathery fingers of foam. Creeping slowly up the slope of sandy beach Till it trickles between the toes of the little boy And then recedes, sucked back by a hidden power. The sky is dark, the evening star appears . . . The little boy has gone, the passerby; And all that remain are the beacons, the sea and the stars. MoRVEN McIlquham, Arts VI, Ross House.   NIGHT CALL The night was dark and dreary. The doctor faint and weary, When the telephone aroused him from his bed. A patient was a-dying. Its relatives were crying: The lady on the telephone, she said, " Won ' t you come quickly, please sir? My husband has the measles, sir, And someone came and blipped him on the head. " The doctor rushed to his garage. He said, " Fll give him a massage! " He jumped into his Chevrolet, And turned the key, and drove away. The car tore through the darksome night Until the doctor spied a light; The patient ' s house came into sight. He stopped his Chevrolet of blue And climbed the stairway two by two. The patient lay upon his bed Wrapped in a sheet from toe to head; The doctor looked — the doctor said, " If this patient is still alive, When he tastes this he will revive. " The doctor poured a draught of wine Down the man ' s throat. " Now I feel fine! " The patient whooped, so full of glee, " I ' m cured! " he shouted joyfully. At least, the man was cured until The doctor sent along his bill. Beverley Couper, Form IIIa, Barclay House. Anne Begor, Form IIIa, Cumming House. NEON LIGHTS AND BABBLING BROOK IT IS EVENING in the city. Snow is silently drifting down in great white blobs, dissolving instantly as it reaches the pavement. Traffic streams by, and knots of people hurry past, while a paper-boy darts among them, hoarsely advertising his evening news. Suddenly a taxi flies by, sending a shower of slush onto several passers-by. Their indignant voices soon fade into the general noise and confusion. A mother and father, leading a small boy howling at the top of his lungs, hurry along the street. With desperate promises of a chocolate bar for the child if he ' ll stop crying, they turn into a drugstore where it appears warm, dry and very inviting to those out in the wet night. A group, chattering and laughing gaily, comes out of a theatre. Someone hails a taxi from the almost perpetual stream of traffic, and they climb in. As they drive away, the crowd  momentarily thins, the snow thickens, and neon Hghts blink gaudily over the scene. Now it is a mid-summer afternoon in the country. A hot sun beats down on the golden fields of wheat, ripe and ready for harvest. Indeed, some has already been cut, for a waggon, loaded high, lumbers off down the road. From a grove of trees across the field, we hear the pleasant gurgling of the ' laughing brook ' . We swish through the grass and soon spy the immortal farmer-boy, fishing. His straw hat is on the grass with two silver fish beside it. A hound lazily flicks flies with his tail, a cricket ' fiddles ' and a bee drones amongst the golden-rod. A sparrow chirps once or twice, then surrenders to the drowsy atmosphere. A sudden flash of silver leaps from the cool rippling water, then the brook resumes its tranquillity and continues on its way to nowhere. Beth Corden, Form Vb, Barclay House. APPRECIATION OF OTHER POETS I couldn ' t draw a picture, and I couldn ' t write a play; I can ' t write a poem, but I ' ll try it anyway. We were asked for contributions for our own school magazine. The most interesting school book that I think I ' ve ever seen, I thought and thought what I could do, but nothing seemed quite right. I thought about it all day long and sometimes half the night. I couldn ' t do my homework and I couldn ' t go to bed, I had to hand in something, (or so Miss Stansfield said). Sad to say, the inspiration for a poem wouldn ' t come; All my head seemed paralyzed and my senses really numb. How quiet then and sympathetic I have learned to be. When reading poems written by far better folk than me. Beverley Mooney, Science VI, Fairley House. A SNOWSTORM IT IS SNOWING. The first fluffy flakes drift lazily past my window with a careless, unassuming ease. Soon, however, their attitude changes. They are joined by lively puffs from the icy north wind and they begin to dance daintily to their resting places on the hard ground, settling firmly beside their friends. Then these snowy little ballerinas become gay busybodies scampering merrily after each other and joyously playing tag with trees, houses and poles — those dull things planted so solidly in the earth — as they swirl by. Before long, the fun is over. My entrancing entertainers grow up and settle down to the sober business of being a blizzard. The storm is on, and from my window I see only tiny white specks hissing headlong toward the growing heaps of whiteness. Carol Clark, Form Va, Ross House.  A DAY FROM MY DIARY LAST JU LY, I was a voluntary counsellor at the Old Brewery Mission Camp for under-privileged children — Camp Chapleau. I was in charge of six children, three boys and three girls, ranging from three to six years. I shared a room with two other girls my age, and our daily routine ran along these lines... " Up at ten past seven! — the rising, warning and breakfast bells ringing at six forty-five, seven and seven fifteen as usual. Arrived at breakfast a few minutes late with Janet and Merilyn. Fed the kids from a qviarter to eight until eight fifteen (Bemie only spilt his milk twice! ) Went to ' playground ' at ten to nine, then took my group for a walk with Gail and hers. Howie and Hughie, two little coloured boys, were always running ahead — then Pearl ' s sun hat blew away. Spent most of the morning in the bushes! Took them boating at ten fifteen — uneventful. Had twenty minutes off from eleven t ill twenty past. Ate fruit Mum sent up! Our lunch at twenty after; fed the kids — Tony had four helpings of meat and vegetables! He ' s looking much healthier since he arrived. Free from twelve forty-five until ten to two; did some washing, then slept. At two, went up to ' playground ' again. Told stories — e.g.. The Thrilling Adventures of Tommy, the Tiny Tug! until two thirty. Having sorted out towels, etc., took the kids swimming. Pearl wouldn ' t go in again. From ten past four till five, free. Janet and I went out in the canoe, then had a swim — (we dumped!) Wrote home. Had supper at five fifteen. In the main dining room by five to six to feed children — were good; must have been tired (for a change). Mail came in later than usual — none for me. Played basketball in the ' Rec ' for a while. Tired — to bed at a quarter to ten. " P.S. The end of a perfect ( ? ) day ! Susan Kilburn, Form Vb, Barclay House. THE TRAIL Calm, rippled only gently, Straight into the setting sun The lake lies It sets its course, Beneath the sun ' s red ball Two dark figures etched against the sky; Sinking in the west; Paddles slipping in and out together. Placid, still: upon a trail of fire In at the West Wind ' s gate it softly goes, Across its shimmering surface Eyes are dazzled, then the sxm slips down Glides a green canoe. Behind the purple hills, and it is gone. Anne Begor, Form IIIa, Gumming House. SWALLOWING A FLY IT WAS A mid-summer Sunday and the air was lazy and warm. In the pews, which were polished by years of vise, sat farmers, worn out with harvesting and soothed by the service into dreaming of the good times coming, when wheat would be worth twice as much the bushel. I had come to the middle of my sermon, when a large fly, taking advantage of my opened mouth, darted into my throat. The crisis was upon me. Should I cough, and eject this impertinent intruder, or let him silently have his way? I had no precedent to guide me. I knew not what the fathers of the Church did  in like circumstances. I knew not what the bishop would say to one of his ministers eating flies during sermons. I saw the unfairness of taking advantage of a fly, under the circumstances. It may have been a blind fly, and not known where it was going. It may have been a scientific fly, and only experimenting with air currents, or a young fly gone a-sailing on Sunday without his mother ' s consent. Besides this, I am not fond of flies prepared in that way. I have, no doubt, taken them preserved in blackberry jam, or eaten them in a poorly lighted restaurant. But fly in the raw was a diet from which I recoiled. I would have preferred it roasted or fried, and then to have chosen my favourite part, the upper joint and a little of the breast, if you please, sir. But no; it was wings, feet, proboscis, and alimentary canal. There was no choice; it was all, or none. I foresaw the excitement and disturbance I would make, and the probability of losing the thread of my sermon if I undertook a series of coughs, chokings and splutters. And after all my efforts I might be unsuccessful and end the business with a fly ' s wing on my lip, a leg in the windpipe, and the most unsavoury part under my tongue. I decided to swallow the fly and have done with it. I rallied my strength. It was the most animated passage in all my sermon. I was not at all hungry for anything, much less for such hastily prepared foods. I found it no easy job. The fly evidently wanted to back out. " Not so fast, " I said to myself. " It ' s too late now. You ' re in for it now! " And so I conquered, giving a warning to flies and men, that it is easier to get into trouble than to get out again Marion MacRae, Science VI, Ross House. MENSA LATINA CUM LINGUA Gallica nobis dicenda est maestae sumus. Refectorio intrato, verba quibus nobis opus est nescimus ut puellae loquaces silentes sint. Quod si Latine nobis dicendum esset quanto silentiores fierent! Sermo lentus esset et difficilis et miser. Aliae agricolas hortos habere, aliae Marcum ad Britanniam ire, aliae magna difficultate Ciceronem uxori litteras scribere ac aliae sperantes fore ut sapientes viderentur " Etiam " semper dicerent. Defessae flentes ex refectorio fugerent et multis lacrimis dicerent: Que le frangais est une langue facile! Though of course English is even easier. Caryl Churchill, Arts VI, Cumming House.  LEADER OF THE BIRDS HIGH UP ON the grey crags of the mountain perched a golden eagle. He was a huge, magnif- icent bird, but his beak and talons looked long and cruel. So long and cruel that he was now known as the leader of the birds. One bright and clear day, the eagle saw in the distance another bird flying his way. Very soon the two birds faced one another. It seemed that the eagle became very insulted for some reason, and angry words followed. At last there was a fight. Wings flapped, beaks and talons moved vigorously. leathers began dropping. At last, one bird became weaker, and the golden eagle flew back to his perch, high up on the grey crags of the mountain. Strong and victorious, he was still leader of the birds. Andrea Stein, Upper I, Age IQi . SNOW VALENTINES Secretly and silently All through the winter night. The snow once fashioned valentines. She chalked them all in white, She made a ribbon of a wire; And even rusty lattice work Was turned to filigree. She hung her feathers on the wind. She silvered passing cars. Her filmy bits of lace she pinned With fragile patterned stars. All night she worked, all night she dropped White clippings on her floor; And in the morning everyone Found pictures at his door. Sandra Baly, Form Upper II, Barclay House. [ 51 1 MEMORIES A BENT OLD MAN walked along the path that twisted through the wood. As he was going in the direction of the mountain, the path became steeper and steeper. When he came to a certain place in the path, he left it and walked a little way until he came to a lovely little clearing. It was carpeted with soft green moss, and the view was magnificent. He gazed at the sparkling blue river below, remembering how he had loved to watch it when he was a young boy. Its banks were lined with weeping willows, evergreens, birches and other trees and small bushes. The river had quite a swift current, and it made a rushing sound as it went merrily on its way. After a while, the old man went over to a flat rock and climbed up on it. He had done this many times before when he was a boy. After a bit of difficult climbing, he reached the top and looked about him, and thought how lovely it was. He looked in front of him, and there was the small red wooden house that had been his home. Beside it was the barn, and behind were the fields, while on the other side was the orchard. His mouth watered as he thought of the juicy red apples that had come from that orchard, and that he had eaten as a boy. He looked to his left and he could just make out the village in the distance, with the silver church spire much higher than the houses. Behind him was the tall mountain. He thought how majestic it still looked with its snow-capped peak glistening in the sun. Finally he looked to the right, and there he saw many more mountains with snow on their peaks. After looking all around once more, he climbed down off the rock. He sighed as once more he looked at the river that he loved so much. Then he turned his back on it forever, and started down the path. Wendy Laws, Form Upper II, Fairley House. AN EXTRAORDINARY CAT IT WAS IN the middle of the night when, suddenly, I sat up in my bed, wide awake. Then it came again, and at once I knew it was a cat, yowling in the night. But I thought it very frightening. Next morning I forgot all about it. But that night, about the same time, there was another series of frightening yowls, so I tiptoed to my window, and there I saw the strangest sight I had ever seen. For under my window were a lot of cats, all different colours, and in the middle of the cats there was a tabby cat, and he looked as if he were preaching, so I made up my mind I would call him Samuel. Next day, when I was the only person in the house, the tabby cat walked in and said, " I am a stray cat and would like to be your cat. " I was quite surprised and said, " I would be glad to have you, " because I thought he was very strange. But I didn ' t even think what Mummy and Daddy would say. Samuel was very pleased that he was allowed to stay, and he went on tiptoe all around the room, for he was too proud to run. Then he stopped right in front of me and said, " Would you like, in the middle of the night, to come to Cats ' Church? " I said I ' d love to come, and with that Samuel said good-bye, and off he went, out of the door. Harriet Dupont, Upper I, Age 10.  THE FAWN As we walked along the path In the cool crisp Autumn breeze, I saw him with his mother. Standing in amongst the trees. His coat was one of light, light brown, Splashed with spots of white. I never have, nor never will Again see such a sight. His legs were long and trembling. And I feared that he would fall; But his mother reassured him As she stood so straight and tall. The breeze changed, and they caught our scent. Their bodies tensed with fear. They wheeled and plunged into the woods, Those two majestic deer. Bette Shannon, Upper H, Gumming House. THE BUNNY The bunny has a tail Like a piece of cotton. Even though it is so small It never is forgotten. When the bunny runs hippety hop His ears go with him flippety flop. He has his home in a briar patch. And one day a little boy lit it with a match. That poor little bunny Didn ' t think it was funny, The boy didn ' t know he had done wrong So as he went home he sang a song. That little bunny got into a muddle And fell into a very big puddle. His wife had a hard time pulling him out Because he was so very very stout. When he got out he bumped into a tree. One of the trees that was very hard to see. He had dug a new home in the ground And here was a place for him safe and sound. All bumped and bruised with a pain in his head, That poor little bunny hopped home to bed. Carol Holland, Remove, Age 7.  THE MESS NEVER HAVE I seen such a mess! The witch that made it mvist have been a junior hobgobhn. She was trying to make a fun eral cake, but it turned out a flop. She put in snakes ' tails, a cat ' s eye, one tongue, an ear and seasoning. After it had been bar-b-qued, she made frosting. Recipe : one heart, well ground, a bottle of Sheafler ' s turquoise ink, one roll of scotch tape, and last but not least, eye-shadow. Now it was ready, she put the cake on a wooden coffin and started dishing out the frosting. Then she sprinkled chopped toad- stools on top. Oh, she almost forgot the candles! The last time she made a cake, she had forgotten them, that was why she was still a hobgoblin. She would use only one million candles, because she did not want the head witch embarrassed at her age. She was going to light the candles with a bolt of lightning. When she was ready she put it all on the portable broomstick she had received for " D " day, and off she flew into the dark and dreary night with her cat. Goose-bumps, wailing because she did not let him scrape the bowl of icing. Mary Udd, Form Upper II, Barclay House. THE THREE CHRISTMAS TREES IN A FOREST on a wintry night there stood three Christmas trees — one big one, a middle-sized one, and one small one. Each one of them was wishing that Santa would take him as a Christmas tree, with coloured light and decorations. It was snowing, and it was cold. It was also the day before Christmas. Soon a little bird came and asked the big tree to let him stay in its branches, but it said, " No, I want to be a Christmas tree. " Then the little bird went to the middle-sized tree, and it said, " No, I want to be a Christmas tree with coloured lights. " Then the bird went to the little tree and asked, " May I stay in your branches to keep warm? " " Yes, indeed, " it answered. So the little bird settled down and was comfortable in the branches. That night Santa came, and took the little tree with the bird in, and off they went in the sleigh. MiREiLLE CdULOURiDES, Lower 1, Age 9 years. SPRING IN THE EASTERN TOWNSHIPS IT IS THE END of March, and all the creatures that were hibernating for the winter are beginning to come out. The air is saturated with delicate pleasant perfumes of spring flowers. The sap is running freely, with a rich smell of sugar. The path behind our house which leads into the forest is covered on either side with snowdrops, and the lovely swaying ever-greens which lean gracefully into the blue sky still have the remains of snow on their branches. Many birds have arrived, looking bold and fat. Everywhere in the trees I see scampering little chipmunks, as I canter along on my brown chestnut pony in the lovely hills of the Eastern Townships. Catherine Howard, Form Upper II, Fairley House.  ELLEY ESTELLE ELAINE ISABEL ONCE IN A far-away land, there lived a little princess. Her name was Elley Estelle Elaine Isabel. In another land there lived a prince; his name was Prince Paul Saul. One day a letter from Elley to Paul came. " I would like to marry you, " she said, " but my father, the king, will not let me go across the road of the magic heavens. With love, H.R.H. Elley Estelle Elaine Isabel. " So the prince said good-bye to his father, and said he was going from the Red Country to the Golden Country to marry the Princess Elley Estelle Elaine Isabel. " Good-bye, son, " said the king. Now when he came to the Magic Heavens Sea, it became very rough. " Sea, Sea, stop rolling! I must cross the Magic Heavens to the Golden Country to marry the Princess Elley Estelle Elaine Isabel. " But the sea did not stop : it went on and on. So the Prince called upon the gods and they came down with a magic spell. It was a bright red horse of fire, so the Prince rode across. But when the Princess came running down the path and kissed him, he became blind. The Princess Elley Estelle Elaine Isabel wept. But one of her tears fell on the Prince ' s eyes, and he was no longer blind. So they got married and lived happily the rest of their lives. Claire Marshall, Remove, Age 8i . MY DOG DIZZY DIZZY IS black and brown. He is a dog. He is little, but fat. He likes to play chasing games with his rubber bone. He likes to beg for biscuits, and he likes to chew bones, and sometimes shoes. Heather Marshall, Preparatory, Age 6. THE JEWELLED CITY THE DAY had been very hot, but now evening was coming with a cool breeze. With our picnic baskets on our arms, we boarded a funny one man street-car. This little street-car only runs up and down Remembrance Road. Then we ate our dinner at Beaver Lake. When we finished, we went up to the top of the mountain. All the twinkling lights were looking like sparkling jewels. Arlene Cloutier, Remove, Age 8. I CANNOT DO AS FROGS DO I cannot do as frogs do No matter how I try; I cannot stick my tongue out quick And catch a passing fly. Sharon Baly, Form Lower I, Age 9i .  LA TABLE FRANgAISE L ' IDEE FUT lancee d ' avoir une table fran- Qaise dans la salle a manger a I ' ecole pour les jeunes filles de Trafalgar. Les deux profes- seurs de fran ais et une de mes amies, une jeune frangaise, ont discute de I ' attitude de la jeunesse de I ' ecole envers le fran ais. Elles ont decide que les eleves ne parlaient pas assez et pour cette raison qu ' elles n ' avaient pas un bon accent. Les professeurs eurent la bonne idee d ' avoir une table frangaise dans le salon; a cette table les jeunes filles devaient seulement parler frangais. Les deux classes les plus agees de I ' ecole furent invitees a man- ger a cette table et les deux professeurs suggererent a la jeune frangaise qui etait avec elles d ' avoir une table frangaise pour les filles de sa classe; mais elle declina, et vous pouvez certainement imaginer pourquoi. Les mardis, mercredis et jeudis, les jeunes filles vont au salon, ou elles ont un dejeuner frangais. C ' est beaucoup d ' amusement pour toutes celles que cela concerne. Les professeu rs parlent tres vite, et les pauvres enfants essaient de comprendre. Quelquefois on peut voir deux tetes tout pres I ' une de I ' autre parlant anglais. Quand un professeur voit cela, elle commence a s ' adresser a I ' une des deux, et ainsi les demoiselles apprennent leur accent et leur prononcia- tion. On peut aussi entendre des exclamations comme " Passez-moi les mashed pommes de terre, " ou " J ' irai a Toronto pour le weekend. " Quand les deux professeurs assises aux extremites de la table entendent ces phrases, elles nous corrigent et apres cela nous savons les mots pour longtemps. Chaque fille apprend environ dix nouveaux mots tons les jours a la table frangaise. Je pense que cette idee est en verite tres, tres bonne et un grand succes. J ' espere qu ' il y aura beaucoup de tables semblables a cette ecole dans les annees futures. Aussi je remercie bien nos deux professeurs de frangais, Madame Brouillette et Mademoiselle La Mothe. Bonne Chance! ! Sandra Keymer, Form Vb, Gumming House. LA PETITE SOURIS II y a une petite souris Qui vit dans un tiroir. Elle dort dans un petit lit Qui est en joli hois noir. Elle mange des biscuits, du fromage, Et elle est tres jolie. Je ne sais pas quel est son age, Mais son nom est Rosalie. Sandra Baly, Upper II, Barclay House.  II y a un vent un peu trop frais, Mes mains et mes pieds ont froid, Le soixante-cinq ne vient jamais. N ' importe! soyons toujours gais Et il viendra tot, je crois. II y a un vent un peu trop frais Si engourdis sont mes pauvres pieds. Personne n ' est plus triste que moi: Le soixante-cinq ne vient jamais. Mais dans I ' ombre — qu ' est-ce quec ' est? Un soixante-cinq ! Chacun pour soi ! Je I ' attendrais en silence, mais C ' est impossible quand, ma foi, II y a un vent un peu trop frais. Et il commence a neiger. Maintenant un plein quatorze je vois Le soixante-cinq ne vient jamais. II y a un vent un peu trop frais, Le soixante-cinq ne vient jamais . . . Caryl Churchill, Arts VI, Cumming House. KYRIELLE Lumiere du soleil sur la neige qui mousse Comme le vin, blanc et doux, de la France; Et les amas enormes de neige qui poussent . . . Toutes ces choses, de I ' hiver, sont I ' essence. Les chasse-neige dans les multiples rues Tout convert de flocons qui dansent; Et les flocons qui tombent, tranquilles et drus . . . Toutes ces choses, de I ' hiver, sont I ' essence. Les petits passereaux dans les arbres nus, Malgre le froid, chantent pleins d ' assurance; Et le vent rauque chante dans les rues . . . Toutes ces choses, de I ' hiver, sont I ' essence. On attend un tramway dans un coin orageux, Mais Oil est ce tram sur lequel on s ' elance? Et les minutes se trainent; on est tres frileux . . . Toutes ces choses, de I ' hiver, sont I ' essence. MA VISITE CHEZ MADAME TUSSAUD UAND J ' ETAIS a Londres je suis allee chez Madame Tussaud, le musee de figures de cire. II plait toujours et tout le monde y va. C ' est tres amusant quand vous entrez, il y a deux femmes qui vendent des souvenirs. En entrant, j ' ai demande a la femme en robe bleue qui vend, " Donnez-moi un souvenir, s ' il vous plait. " MoRVEN McIlquham, Arts VI, Ross House.  Mon frere, Pierre, dit, " Petite niaise, ne reconnaissez-vous pas que c ' est une figure de cire? " Nous avons bien ri. Alors nous nous sommes depeches vers I ' escalier. Quand nous sommes arrives en haut, nous avons trouve un gardien de la paix. Pierre dit que ce n ' est pas un homme vivant, que c ' est une figure de cire. " Je vais vous montrer, " dit-il, et eijfin il lui a donne une bourrade. " Je vous ai trompe, n ' est-ce pas? " dit rhomme cette fois-ci. Tout le monde eclate de rire. Apres cette visite, nous repartons sous la pluie de Londres encore une fois. Clare Bates, Form IIIa, Ross House. AU CLAIR DE LUNE LA LUNE etait comme une grosse boule qui refletait dans le lac sa lumiere argentee, Entre les arbres, elle laissait tomber ses rayons, etalant du mystere. Dans le lointain, les montagnes etendaient leurs sommets qui parais- saient vouloir toucher la lune. Tout d ' un coup, il y eut un nuage qui passa devant I ' astre, et un cri pergant, plein d ' horreur et de peur retentit. Une ombre fuyait sous les arbres, au loin un chien aboya, et de nouveau tout fut silencieux. La lune timide montra sa face juste pour voir un corps etendu au bord du lac, et du sang se melangeant aux eaux. Vite se recachant derriere son rideau de Ullages, la lune disparut, laissant au soleil la tache penible de decouvrir le crime. SiMONE Engelbert, Form IIIa, Gumming House. LE JARDIN Tons les matins Sur le ruisseau Je vais dans le jardin. II y a un petit bateau. II y a des fleurs Au milieu du jardin Qui ont de bonnes odeurs. II y a un grand bassin. Barbara Stanfield, Upper II, Ross House. LE PERMIS D ' ECOLE L ' AUTOBUS s ' arrete, et une foule de gens y monte. Une fille, (qui va a I ' ecole), monte aussi avec beaucoup de livres dans les bras. Elle met son billet, avec difficulte, dans la boite. Le chauffeur d ' autobus rechigne quand il voit le billet blanc et jaune. " Je veux voir votre permis d ' ecole, " dit-il. " Mais il est dans ma poche, " explique-t-elle, " il est dans la poche qui est sous mon manteau. " " Je veux voir votre permis d ' ecole. " " Ne pouvez-vous pas voir, par ces livres, que je vais a I ' ecole? " " Je veux voir votre permis. " " S ' il vous plait! " " Je veux le voir. " La fille perd I ' equilibre quand I ' autobus s ' arrete quelques fois. Les livres tombent sur le plancher. La foule de gens qui entre ne les regarde pas, elle marche sur les livres. En fureur, la fille tire son permis d ' ecole d ' une poche et le donne au chauffeur.  " Tres bien, " dit-il, et il lui rend. La fille rassemble ses livres, et Tautobus s ' arrete. " En arriere! " crie le conducteur, et une autre fillette monte. La premiere enfant marche vite vers I ' arriere. L ' homme ne la regarde meme pas. II demande le permis d ' ecole de la deuxieme fille, qui a des livres plein les bras. Anne Begor, Form IIIa, Gumming House. MON OISEAU J ' ai un oiseau, Ses plumes sont bleues. II chante toujours, II est tres heureux. Son nom est Jacques, II est tres petit. La nuit il dort Pres de mon lit. Sheena Brydon, Form II, Ross House. L ' AUTOMNE L ' automne est venu. Une brise legere souffle entre les arbres Et emporte avec elle les feuilles mortes Qui tombent comme des oiseaux blesses. Soudain on entend le tonnerre. Les eclairs font de grands zig-zag dans le ciel noir. Immediatement le vent se brusque, Et la pluie tombe en torrent. On se depeche d ' entrer dans la maison, Et tout le monde est malheureux Parce qu ' il pleut. Mais moi, je suis contente; Je m ' assieds pres de la fenetre Et je regarde la pluie qui tombe; Son rythme melancolique m ' attire, Et en revant je m ' endors. Catherine Hadjipateras, Form Ills, Barclay House. LA PRINCESSE! UN JOUR, I ' ete dernier, quand j ' etais en Angleterre, mes amis me firent voir L ' Exposition des Chevaux a White City, pres de Londres. On me dit que La Princesse Alexandra viendrait a I ' exposition et qu ' elle presenterait un prix au vainqueur d ' une certaine classe. Je desirai la voir. L ' exposition com- menga et plusieurs concours se terminerent, et il y eut un entr ' acte. Pendant cet entr ' acte je quittai ma place, marchai vers La Loge Royale et essayai d ' aper- cevoir, entre les rideaux. La Princesse. Ce fut en vain! Je repartis vers ma place et je regardai partout. Quand je montai I ' escalier, je frappai une demoiselle qui le descendait et je lui dis " Excusez-moi. " Elle me dit la meme phrase, et je continual mon chemin. Quand je fus revenue, quelqu ' un annonga que La Princesse Alexandra presenterait un prix. Je regardai au milieu du cercle et voila la demoiselle que j ' avais frappee, quelques minutes avant — La Princesse Alexandra! Margaret Clegg, Form Vb, Barclay House.  SENIORS ISame: JOAN BRANSCOMBE, " Jo " . Origin: Toronto. Favourite expression: Get off the roof! Pastime: Taking pictures. Pet aversion: Not having enough time to study. Prototype: Smithy. Name: JANET BRYCE, " Jan. " Origin: Bermuda. Favourite expression: Real " George " . Pastime: Wearing red winter woollies. Pet aversion: Walking to church on Sunday. Prototype: Millie the Model. Name: BETSY BURROWS, " Bets " . Origin: Lachute, Quebec. Favourite expression: What? Pastime: Dieting with French pastries. Pet aversion: Losing an argument. Prototype: Alvin. Name: CAROL CLARK, " Carolie " . Origin: St. John ' s, Newfoundland. Favourite expression: Did Canadiens win last night? Pastime: Reading " Newfie " papers. Pet aversion: People who say New- ound- land. Prototype: Little Lulu. Name: TRYPHENA FLOOD, " Tina " . Origin: Waterloo, Quebec. Favourite expression: Christmas cake! Pastime : Art. Pet aversion: Not getting the second bath on Friday night. Prototype: The Timid Soul (?) Name: WENDY HENDERSON. Origin: Sarnia, Ontario. Favourite expression: For Pete ' s sake! Pastime: Tidying up. Pet aversion: Rules. Prototype: Dennis ' father. Name: SANDRA KOVACS, " Sko " . Origin: Ciudad Trujillo, Dominican Repub- lic. Favourite expression: You know what? Pastime: Reading her horoscope. Pet aversion: Being ready for devotion. Prototype: Minnie Mouse. Name: EVELYN MacLACHLAN, " Toots " . Origin: Buckingham, Quebec. Favourite expression: Oh darn! Pastime: Skating. Pet aversion: Homework. Prototype: Barbara Ann Scott. Name: MARGARET MORTON, " M.G. " Origin: Montreal, Quebec. Favourite expression: Ever dinky eh? Pastime: Laughing. Pet aversion: People who don ' t call her M.G. Prototype: Dennis the Menace. Name: JOYCE PARDO, " Joycie " . Origin: Montreal, Quebec. Favourite expression: Not necessarily. Pastime: Knitting for the new addition. Pet aversion: People who don ' t close her curtains. Prototype: Veronica Lake. Name: FOTINI PERIVOLARIS, " Fots " . Origin: Chios, Greece. Favourite expression: Wake me up in the morning I I I Pastime: Learning to knit (?) Pet aversion: Getting up in the morning. Prototype: Pogo. [60 1 DID YOU EVER FEEL LIKE THIS? THE SCHOOL door closed behind me, four years ago, when I came to this new school, from Greece. Nobody ever felt more forlorn or more hopeless than I, a timid newcomer. As I walked along the corridors which looked dark and gloomy, I felt cold chills. Fortunately a smile relieved the strain, and I walked upstairs with a lighter heart. I was conscious of many an eye fastened critically upon me, and the girls seemed to whisper something, but as I didn ' t understand English I couldn ' t guess what they were saying. But as the weeks passed by, and with the friendliness of the girls and teachers, I became used to my new life, and I started to take part in it. Now that I write this, I am in my last year at this school, and I feel that this has been my home for four years. It has been quite an experience for me, because here I learned a new language, met other people, and grew accustomed to a pleasant new life. FoTiNi Perivolaris, Upper Dorm. THIS IS MUNICH WHEN I LIVED in Munich, I lived on a street called Ainmiller strasse. Every day I went to the store to buy our food. Food was very expensive: one egg cost twenty-nine cents. The school I went to was called Wilhelm schul e. There were about thirty- nine children in my class. When we were bad we had to stand behind the blackboard. Most of the girls and boys drew pictures on the back of the black- board. When the teacher turned the blackboard around she saw this, and she took the little girl or boy into a dark room until they promised not to do something like this again. My friend Herta and I were very naughty, and the teacher always had to punish us, but with time we became the best behaved of the class and got Excellent in everything. Marie Ziegler, Lower Dorm. THE HALLOWE ' EN PARTY THIS YEAR the Sixth Form gave a Hallowe ' en party for the boarders. Each boarder brought a friend, and the teachers were also invited. There was a great variety of costumes — cheer-leaderettes, a barber shop quartette, football, hockey and baseball players, Siamese twins and many others. The Sixth Form were all dressed as " The Belles of St. Trinians " . They certainly looked wonderful ! Dim lights, hanging cobwebs and skeletons gave a spooky, mysterious effect in the gym. After everyone had arrived, girls and teachers marched around the gym to be judged by Dr. Foster and the Sixth. Prizes were given to Eleanor Scott, dressed as an Indian, and to Beth Corden and Sandra Kovacs, the Siamese twins. The six cheer-leaderettes, Betsy Burrows, Joan Mann, Margaret Morton, Lynne Harrison, Wendy Henderson and Margaret Clegg got an honourable mention. After this we saw a movie called " Girl in White " . Then came the food which was plentiful and good. We played games, and at last came the end of a wonderful party, enjoyed by all. Our thanks to the Sixth Form. Sandra Kovacs, Form Vb, Barclay House.  THE BOARDERS ' REPAST The Girls asked The Staff, and The Staff asked The Figurehead: " Could we have some Catsup for The Boarders ' slice of bread? " The Staff asked The Figurehead, The Figurehead Said, " Certainly, I ' ll ring and ask L— a Now Before much more is said. " The Little Maid She curtsied, And went and asked The Caterer: " Could we have the Catsup for The Boarders ' slice of bread? " The Caterer Said cautiously: " You ' d better tell The Boarders That many people nowadays Like dieting Instead. " The Little Maid She nodded. And went to The Figurehead. She smiled at the Staff, and Tittered as she said: " Pardon my Suggesting this, But nowadays The younger miss Finds dieting more flattering Than being Over- Fed. " The Staff said Jove! And went to The Boarders then: " Talking of the Catsup for The Boarders ' slice of bread. Many people Think that Dieting Is better. Would you like to put more effort Into dieting Instead? " The Boarders said " Bother! " And then they said, " Oh, pity us! " The Boarders moaned, " Oh, pity us, How miserably we ' re fed! Nobody, " They whimpered, " Could tell us We are greedy: We only want A little drop Of Catsup for Our bread! " The maid took The Catsup And brought it to The Boarders; The Boarders said, " Catsup, eh? " And pounced upon the spread. " Nobody, " they said, As they sipped their soup Seraphically, " Nobody, " they said, As they crunched and chewed Cherubically, " Nobody, Dear teachers. Could call us Fussy eaters — BUT " We do like a little drop of Catsup to our bread! " F.B.I. (Five Boarding Instructresses) The Staff said, " There, there! " And looked at The Figurehead. The Caterer Said, " There, there! " And to kitchen sped. Again she said, " There, there! I didn ' t really Mean it; Here ' s syrup for their pancakes And Catsup for their bread. "  THE CURE-ALL WHEN I WAS a little girl my grandmother seemed to have an inexhaustible store of " peppermints " . They were wonderful! They could cure my headaches, tummy aches, heartaches and " I-have-nothing-to-do-aches " . When I came to Traf. and inherited my large ready-made family of boarders, I soon found I needed something to take the place of my grandmother ' s magical peppermints, something that would cure " Gym Dem " nerves. Examination blues, " Can ' t-go-to-church-itis, " etc. etc. It seemed a tall order, but yes! I found it, my wonder worker — an aspirin! H.M. THE BOARDERS ' PLAY THIS CHRISTMAS the boarders put on a play entitled " The Happy Man " . For weeks the directors, Sandra Kovacs, Carol Clark, and Anne Bergithon, Miss Leonard who supervised it, and of course the cast, were busy each Wednesday night rehearsing in the Blue Room. For a while it looked as if " The Happy Man " would not go over, but after a few changes in the cast, and the directors nearly crying because the actors would not memorize their lines, it was finally completed. On December 21st, the night of our turkey dinner, " The Happy Man " was shown to Dr. Foster, the staff, and the few remaining girls who did not take part in it. Anne Bergithon announced it, the curtains were drawn, and the play then began, the leading characters being: the three Princesses, played by Guyla Bowden, Mae Chaisson and Glee Willows, the Happy Man, played by Jane Torrey, and the sick King who in the end was cured, played by Betsy Burrows. Wit h a bit of prompting, it was put over, and everyone agreed it was quite a success. Glee Willows, Lower Dorm. VALENTINE ' S DAY The fourteenth of February, this was the day When the rules of the Boarding House had to give way. The first party ever for Girls and for Boys And what do you know? There was lots of good noise. At eight o ' clock sharp, along came the guests To the decorative drawing-room that was at its best The best of all parties was now in review With dances, and games and lots of fun too. In their prettiest attire the girls were all dressed And everyone acted at his and her best. The chaperons sat in a corner to chat. The candy was passed in a rosy red hat. Then came the food which everyone liked. Soft drinks, and juices which were not spiked. Twelve o ' clock came, and with it the end Of a lovely party we ' d like to " respend " . Janet Bryce, Green Room.  1. The gang ' s all here. 2. Bedtime?! 3. Animal land. 4. Who all dat? 5. Pile up. 6. The Hallowe ' en Party. 7. The Three Princesses. 8. St. Valentine ' s Party. 9. Sophisticated, eh? 10. A Lord, I presume. 11. The " Lovers " .  A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BOARDER (This is for the benefit of those girls who continually inquire, ' What is it like to be a boarder? " ) 7:00 A.M. The Rising Bell! You immediately turn over and go back to sleep for a quarter of an hour. 7:25 A.M. The Devotion Bell!! That last minute scramble usually, but not always, saves you from receiving one late mark. 7:30 A.M. Breakfast. " Pass the H2O, please. " (For you must uphold your reputation of being " a poor starving boarder. " ) 8:15 A.M. Having been discovered (that was such a good hiding place too,) you are ushered out for your morning air. 9:00 A.M. School routine is familiar to all! 1:15 P.M. Dinner. " THE " meal of the day! 1:55 P.M. " May I have my mail? I know I have a letter; Mrs. G. told me at recess. " 2:00 P.M. Rest! (This is rest??) 3:00 P.M. While still pondering whether to partake of a little fresh air, or exercise, you receive both ! ! 4:15 P.M. Tea — oh, ' fresh ' cream cheese sandwiches again. 4:30 P.M. With an arm-load of books you enter the pensive (?) atmosphere of the classroom, once more. 6:1 P.M. You emerge in a slightly dishevelled state and throw off your tunic for something civilized: (skirt, sweater and ' bobby sox ' .) 6:30 P.M. Supper — beans again? 7:15 P.M. Prayers and telephone permission!! 7:30 P.M. You retrace your tracks to the classroom once more and — study (?) 9:15 P.M. Loud swishings and splashings followed by svibdued (?) cries penetrate the tightly closed ( ? ) bathroom-door. You emerge, the proud ( ? ) recipient of one bad mark and in a slightly soaked condition. 9:30 P.M. Lights Out! Silence reigns(?) 9:31 P.M. Crash! Having jumped at least one foot, you conclude that Betsy is cleaning off her bed (onto the floor) so that when she decides to, she may crawl in. Sometime Later (I do not wish to incriminate myself) you might hear, from the far end of the dorm, loud whisperings and subdued giggles. Your only conclusion is that M.G. is talking in her sleep again and Carol is once more questioning her. But by now, having no energy left, you roll over and fall asleep, to awaken only too soon to the slight tinkle ( ? ? ) of the rising bell. P.S. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental! Joan Branscombe, Green Room. L65J M-1955 TRAFALGAR ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION 1954-55 President Dr. Foster Chairman MiSS Box Captain Kristin Liersch Vice-Captain Morven McIlquham Secretary Judith Bennett SENIOR FIELD DAY We are all looking forward to this year ' s Field Day, which will be held in May. Last year ' s Field Day results: Barclay 48V2 Ross 46 14 Gumming 26 2 Fairley 9 Highest individual scores were : Morven McIlquham — 10 points, Ross Isabella Monahan — 7 2 points, Ross Camilla Cameron — 7I 2 points, Cumming JUNIOR FIELD DAY After two attempts to hold the Junior Field Day, rain still prevailed. The children had a few races in the gym. We are sorry we missed the usual ardent parent races.  ATHLETIC AWARDS — 1954 Senior Form Basketball Cup Vb Junior Form Basketball Cup IIIa Senior Sports Cup Vb Intermediate Sports Cup IIIb Senior Gymnastic Shield IVa Junior Gymnastic Shield IIIb The Stocking Cup IV The Strathcona Shield Judy Brow Private School Basketball Cup First Team, Trafalgar GYMNASTIC OFFICERS Form Science VI Arts VI Va Vb IV IIlA IIIb Upper II Captain Ann Kampouris MoRVEN McIlquham Lynne Harrison Jane Brow Jane Walker Kathleen Hampton Ann Manthorp Glee Willows Lieutenant Sherrill Mowat Elizabeth Dingman Virginia McAvity Susan Kilburn Phyllis Weldon Elizabeth Brooks Judy Irwin Barbara Stanfield GAMES OFFICERS Form Captain Lieutenant Science VI Judy McDougall Janet Bryce Arts VI Kristin Liersch Judith Bennett Va Marjorie Cape Sandra Sloan Vb Margaret Clegg Margaret Morton IV Jennifer Biggs Alice Craib IIIa Tory Liersch Maria Contorrigas IIIb Jean Mason Laureen Hicks Upper II Sandra Baly Linda Guthrie  Sandra Sloan, Sheilah McKay, Joan Branscombe, Morven Mcllquham, Margaret Clegg, Judith Bennett, Kristin Liersch, Jennifer Palmer. Sherrill Mowat, Marjorie Cape, Lynne Harrison, Virginia McAvity, Joyce Pardo, Karen Curry, Janet Rutherford, Jennifer Biggs, Isabella Monahan.  BASKETBALL The steady and enthusiastic play of the First Team won them the Private School Cup. The competition for the Second Team Cup was very equal this year, and the result depended on just one match. We feel our matches against the public schools are very good experience for the teams. PRIVATE SCHOOL LEAGUE School Date 1st Team 2nd Team Miss Edgar ' s Oft. 25 38-6 7-8 The Study Nov. 3 26-11 15-13 Weston Nov. 10 10-7 Miss Edgar ' s Nov. 29 27-6 8-18 The Study Jan. 24 22-12 12-14 Weston Jan. 31 12-6 OTHER GAMES Westmount Senior High Dec. 6 33-40 9-22 Montreal High Dec. 20 26-12 26-14 Westmount Senior High Jan. 13 19-44 22-13 SENIOR FORM BASKETBALL Science VI Arts VI Va Vb IV } Bye Bye Va 12-2 Bye Y Arts VI 30-4 Arts Va 30-2 9-7 IIIa IIIb Upper II II } } JUNIOR FORM BASKETBALL IIIb 7- 6 Upper II 8- 6 IIIb 18-12 INTER-HOUSE BASKETBALL Barclay " Y Barclay Cumming 6-4 Ross ' I Ross Fairley 5-4 Ross 10-5  EOtNeMAN PROGRAMME Thursday, 10th March at 5 p.m. Friday, 11th March at 8 p.m. 1. Folk Dancing Optional Class 2. Games Lower I and Remove 3. Preparatory Class 4. Silent Drill Forms Va and Vb 5. March Forms II and Upper I 6. Rope Climbing 7. Vaulting Optional Class 8. Tumbling Optional Class 9. Balance Form Upper II 10. Ball Drill Form VI 11. Bench Drill Forms IVa and IVb 12. Skipping Forms IIIa and IIIb 13. Grand March God Save the Queen Thursday afternoon only. Our thanks and congratulations to Miss Box for another wonderful Gym Dem.   GYMNASTIC AWARDS— 1955 " G " BADGES Upper II Marion Ballantyne, Barbara Stanfield. Form III Elizabeth Brooks, Diana Falkner, Judy Irwin, Tory Liersch. Form IV Jennifer Biggs, Alice Craib Form V Marjorie Cape, Joyce Pardo, Sandra Sloan. Form VI Marthe Argyrakis, Karen Curry, Virginia Mansour, Jennifer Palmer. " STARS " Form III Kathleen Hampton. Form IV Jane Walker, Phyllis Weldon. Form V Jane Brow, Margaret Clegg, Lynne Harrison, Susan Kilburn, Sandra Mailloux, Virginia McAvity, Isabella Monahan, Margaret Morton. Form VI Judith Bennett, Joan Branscombe, Elizabeth Dingman, Ann Kampouris, Kristin Liersch, Judy McDougall, Morven Mcllquham, Sherrill Mowat, Mary Rosevear, Janet Rutherford, Sheilah McKay. HONOURABLE MENTION Sandra Baly, Linda Guthrie, Wendy Laws, Betty Shannon, Glee Willows, Linda Trenholme, Ann Manthorp, Heather Truran, Jean Mason, Maria Contorrigas, Beverley Couper, Bogna Pasierbinska, Jane Torrey, Alida Visser, Eliza beth Biggs, Betsy Burrows, Joan Mann, Gail McKenzie, Judy Bourdeau, Janet Bryce, Marion MacRae, Lynne Schofield, Fotini Perivolaris, Jocelyn Kinsman, Ruth Lennox. THE 1955 SKI MEET The annual School-girls ' Ski Meet, sponsored by the Penguin Club, was held on February 26th. The Junior Team consisted of Phyllis Weldon, Judy Irwin, Diana Falkner, Clare Bates, Faye Pitt and Tory Liersch; the Senior Team of Susan Kilburn, Isabella Monahan, Jane Brow, Virginia McAvity and Jennifer Palmer. Faye Pitt was placed second in the Junior Slalom. We all thoroughly enjoyed the meet, and the trip in the ski train. Congratulations to Westmount High who won the ski shields! GYMNASTIC COMPETITION The Senior Gymnastic Shield was won by Arts VI. The Junior Gymnastic Shield was won by IIIa. The shield for the best officer was won by Phyllis Weldon.  Susan Kilburn, Lynne Harrison, Judy McDougall, Kristin Liersch. TENNIS After many postponements, the tennis matches were played on October 20th on the courts on the mountain. This year the cup went to Miss Edgar ' s, who well deserved it. Trafalgar came second in the final scoring.  OLD GIRLS ' NOTES T.O.G.A. Executive Committee, 1954-55 Honorary President Dr. Joan M. V. Foster President Mrs. J. Harold R. Guthrie (Editha Wood) 1st Vice-President Mrs. J. A. D. Falkner (Eloise Fairie) 2nd Vice-President Mrs. David D. Millar (Elizabeth Anne Kendall) 3rd Vice-President Margaret Dodds Recording Secretaries Sylvia Dennis and Daphne Armstrong Corresponding Secretary Nan Carlin Treasurer Mrs. G. R. Duncan (Frances Earle) Vlth Form Representatives Judy Brow and Margot McLean PRESIDENT ' S REPORT THE YEAR 1954-1955 marks another milestone in the history of Trafalgar School and also a very important one in the history of the Trafalgar Old Girls ' Association. Naturally the Association shares in the changes and duties caused by the erection of the new building now nearing completion. This building is needed to replace the part of the school which the City is about to demolish in order to extend McGregor Street. As this goes to press, a campaign is about to be launched to raise $225,000. The Board of Governors of the school requested our help in this drive, and Mrs. Falkner has undertaken the tremen- dous job of campaign chairman for T.O.G.A. and has a large and well-organized group of Old Girls ready to do their best for " Traf. " when they canvass from May 10th-24th. It is also worthy of note here that, owing to the wonderful work done by Mrs. Charles Dupont on the files during the past several years, the task of the campaign committee was greatly facilitated. Our own important milestone was marked when the Board of Governors of Trafalgar School granted our request for Board representation. A unanimovis resolution was passed by them to present a bill to the Legislature seeking amendment to the present constitution of the school so that our Association might be represented on the Board. Pending this change, we have been invited to send two representatives to attend all meetings in an advisory capacity. Mrs. Liersch, our past President, and Mrs. Dupont, our Membership Chairman, were unanimously chosen by the Executive to fill these new and important posts this year. So a long and cherished dream has become a reality, and it is, I am sure, the sincere hope and wish of us all that it will strengthen and deepen the ties between the school and its graduates. Feeling this was not a year to have a money-raising of our own, we sent forth an urgent appeal in the early fall for more members. The results have been most gratifying, and we now have a paid-up membership of 337. At the General Meeting held in the fall, Mr. N. C. D. Mactaggart, Secretary of the Board of Governors, was guest speaker and told of campaign and building plans. The Projector Committee under Mrs. Falkner has again shown several movies to the girls, and the good turn-out is ample proof of the popularity of this project.  The Graduation Dance for the Sixth Form was held at the end of January. Mrs. Millar, Mrs. Falkner and a committee of Sixth Formers are to he com- mended for another successful dance. Our thanks go to Henry Morgan and Co., Limited, for their generosity in supplying and assisting with the decorations chosen hy the girls. As we fast approach the end of another school year, we wish to extend our sincere thanks to all members and friends of the Trafalgar Old Girls ' Association who have given us their help and support during the past year. The hest of luck to the Sixth Forms in their Matriculation Examinations, and we hope to see them all among us as new memhers next year. Editha W. Guthrie. McGILL NEWS Congratulations to the girls who graduated from McGill in 1954: B.A. Carolee Beaudoin, Wendy Child, Philippa Hansard, Johanna Leipoldt, Judith Vrooman. B.Sc. Elizabeth Webb (Distinction in the General Course). M.Sc. Dorothy Eadie. B.Mus. Gian Lyman. Diploma in Physical and Occupational Therapy: Eleanor Garment. And to those who received Junior School Certificates: First Class: Carolyn Grossmann. Second Class : Sybil Beck, Pamela Bolton, Vicky Cumyn, Margot McLean, Margaret Peters. Third Class: Kathleen Barr, Elizabeth Brooks, Maure Gorman, Vivian Harland, Peta Hunt, Eva Kornpointer, Lyn Sheward, Ann Slater, Jeannette Steele, Catherine Stokes. The Grace Fairley Trafalgar Scholarship was awarded to Sybil Beck. Old Girls now attending McGill include: First Year: Arts: Sybil Beck. Architecture: Vivian Harland. Physio- therapy: Margot McLean, Ann Slater. Second Year: Arts: Janet LeDain, Suzanne Moseley. Physiotherapy: Virginia Gates, Sue Redpath. Third Year: Arts: Joan Forsey, Mary Home, Anne Johnson. Science: Ursula Beck. Physiotherapy: Judy Cliff, Mary Cliff. Fourth Year: Arts: Judy Ferrier, Edith Paton. Science: Sheila Archibald, Barbara Boon, Rose MacFarlane. Commerce: Susan Racey. First Year Medicine: Barbara Davison. First Year Law: Judy Vrooman. Macdonald College: Second Year: Home Economics: Marilyn Barrie; Kindergarten: June Orrock. Handicrafts: Helen Stephens. Intermediate Teachers Course: Margaret Sparks, Lois Wilson,  GENERAL NEWS Congratulations to Pat Burbidge, who wrote her final accountancy examina- tions in December, 1954, and achieved her C.A. Good work, Pat! Congratulations, too, to Beth Whittall for her continued prowess in swimming. Beth was on the Canadian team in the British Empire Games held in Vancouver last August, and reached the finals of the women ' s 440-yard free style, placing sixth. She also represented Canada at the Pan-American Games in Mexico City this March and earned two Gold Medals for Canada, winning the women ' s 400-meter free style and the 100-meter butterfly events. In the latter she set a Pan-American record with the time of 1:16.3. Nice going, Beth! Of last year ' s Vlth, Carolyn Grossmann and Jeannette Steele are at college in the States. Pam Bolton and Cathy Stokes are at school in Switzer- land, where, among other things, they have enjoyed the skiing. Sue Birks has gone to Queen ' s from McGill, while Anne Johnson transferred from Bishop ' s to McGill, just in time to be elected Queen of the McGill Winter Carnival. Congratulations, Anne ! BIRTHS We congratulate the following on the birth of sons: Mr. and Mrs. T. G. Anglin (Ann Lindsay) Mr. and Mrs. E. E. Arblaster (Joan Bayer) Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Meyer (Joan Erzinger) Mr. and Mrs. G. LeFaivre (Diana Brown) Mr. and Mrs. T. G. Gould (Gwen Wiliams) Mr. and Mrs. J. Bernier (Pat Witherow) Dr. and Mrs. A. G. Ramsay (Margaret Forsyth), in London, Ont. Mr. and Mrs. R. E. Tyre (Barbara Grindley) Dr. and Mrs. W. L. Young (Marion Peers), in Ankara, Turkey. Mr. and Mrs. Frank Pope (Nancy Jane McMillan) Mr. and Mrs. Ronald Claudi (Madeleine Sargent) Dr. and Mrs. J. G. Coupland (Diane Lillie), in Ottawa. Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Thomas (Peggy Jean Ross) Dr. and Mrs. J. W. Dennis (Ann Hodgdon), in Vancouver. Mr. and Mrs. W. R. Close (Jean Ruddick) Mr. and Mrs. C. D. Townsend (Jennifer Rees) Dr. and Mrs. C. H. Stacey (Donna Merry) Mr. and Mrs. D. Suddaby (Elizabeth Cousins) Mr. and Mrs. Raymond Litt (Jane Hildebrand), Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Legge (Margaret Racey) Mr. and Mrs. L H. Eraser (Claire Johnson) Mr. and Mrs. G. S. Robbers (Frances Gyde) And on the birth of daughters — future Trafalgar girls, we hope! Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Dr. and Mrs. Dr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs. Mr. and Mrs.  Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Altwood (Barbara Tetley), in Wallsend-on-Tync, Eng. Mr. and Mrs. P. S. Cheese (Audrey Stevenson) Mr. and Mrs. A. N. Oldfield (Jean McLean) Mr. and Mrs. D. H. W. Bath (Beverley Henderson), in Oakville, Ont. Mr. and Mrs. Basil Brewer (Naneen Gamble) Mr. and Mrs. G. T. Cuttle (Marilyn Spencer) MARRIAGES 1954 April 24 Barbara Little to William Donald Caven McNaughton May 8 Patricia Wright to James N. Graves May 24 Philippa Hansard to Midshipman William Lawrence Verrier, R.C.N. May 29 Anne Berry to Kenneth James McKenna June 12 Diane Mander to Harry Harland Hyndman June 12 Anne Dinsmore to Leslie G. Ham Jime 19 Elinor Matthews to James Erlund Finnie , June 26 Ruth Steeves to William Joseph Briggs July 3 Carolee Beaudoin to Richard Gilbert Aug. 14 Beverley Harris to Robert Walsham Herring Aug. 21 Virginia Jacobs to Gerald Maudesly Hawthorn Aug. 28 Anne-Shirley Rosevear to Pierre Lafond Sept. 17 Mabel Acres to Donald Giles Sept. 18 Joan Leslie to Jerome Christopher Smyth Sept. 18 Marguerite Craig to Kenneth Alan Barwick Sept. 25 Dorothy Yale to Thomas Theodore Parkes Nov. 6 Virginia LeDain to John Peter Chaplin Nov. 6 Anne Van Wart to George Samuel Carpenter Nov. 6 Marion Scott to John George Robinson Nov. 20 Muriel Jamison to Donald James Pullen Dec. 30 Phyllis Cousens (nee Bennett) to Paul James LeBrooy 1955 Jan. 22 Simone Cox to David John Gilmour Carr Feb. 25 Pearl Chaisson to Donald Loynachan Feb. 25 Alexa Macleod to Dr. John Brooks Fotheringham Feb. 26 Patricia Taylor to John Hamilton Gray March 19 Audrey Cliflf to William Alan Smith April 2 Isabel Cooper to John Bennett Riley April 5 Virginia Flanagan to Yvan Peten April 15 Barbara Fisk to Peter Sandilands DEATHS We regret to announc e the following deaths: Accidentally, on July 29th, 1954, Mrs. Robert L. Stanfield (Joyce Frazee). On October 29th, 1954, Mrs. Gerald M. Hawthorn, Jr., (Virginia Jacobs).  STAFF DIRECTORY Dr. Foster 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. Mrs. Anders 485 Grosvenor Avenue, Westmount. Miss Box 1467 Crescent Street, Montreal. Mme. Brouillette 4505 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Miss Brown 536 Argyle Avenue, Westmount. Miss Cheshire 4 Waverley Road, Pointe Claire. Miss Dickens Forest Lodge, Winter Hill, Cookham Dean, Berkshire, England. Mrs. Galambos 72 Onslow Crescent, Ottawa. Miss Goldstein 1225 Metcalfe Street, Montreal. Miss Gooderham 429 Lytton Boulevard, Toronto 12. Miss Harvie 633 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Mlle. LaMothe 92 rue St. Laurent, Longueuil, Que. Mrs. Leonard 1509 Sherbrooke Street W., Montreal. Miss Leonard Bridgetown, Nova Scotia. Miss Masten 1452 Bishop Street, Montreal. Miss McIntosh 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. Mrs. Meek 1104 Elgin Terrace, Montreal. Mrs. Prieur 13 Bellingham Road, Outremont. Miss Russell 20 Clifton Crescent, Folkestone, Kent, England. Miss Shannon 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. Miss Stansfield 4695 Beaconsfield Avenue, Montreal. Miss Thomas Rathmore, Comberton, Cambridgeshire, England. Mrs. Tomkins 6541 Beaulieu Street, Montreal 20. Miss Tovell 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal. TRAFALGAR SCHOOL 1954- ' 55 ALSCHET, ALBERTINE, 1390 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal ALSCHET, MARGARET, 1390 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal AMUNDSEN, ELIZABETH, 3495 Ridgewood Ave., Montreal ANCLIFFE, PAMELA, 35 Lazard Ave., Town of Mount Royal ANDERSON, ALBERTA, 69 North View Ave., Montreal West ARDAGH, DIANA, 343 Kensington Ave., Westmount ARGYRAKIS, MARTHE, 4860 Grosvenor Ave., Montreal ARMBRUSTER. BARBARA, 144 Leonard Ave., Ville LaSalle, Montreal ARMSTRONG, CAROL, 7 Brunet Ave., Pointe Claire, Que. AYLETT, BARBARA, 1108 Elgin Terrace, Montreal BALLANTYNE, MARION, 120 St. Joseph Blvd., Dorval, Que BALY, SANDRA, 3456 Oxford Ave., N.D.G., Montreal BALY, SHARON, 3456 Oxford Ave., N.D.G., Montreal BATES, CLARE, 295-56th Ave., Lachine, Que. BEATTIE, JANET, 14 Richelieu Rd., Fort Chambly, Que. BEDFORD-JONES, CAROLYN, 130 Allard Ave., Dorval, Que. BEGOR, ANNE, 4581 Kensington Ave., Montreal BELL, JACQUELINE, 4866 Cole des Neiges Rd., Montreal BELL, LESLIE, 4866 Cole des Neiges Rd., Montreal BENNETT, JUDITH, 3488 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal BERGITHON, ANNE, Abenaki Golf Country Club, Hawkesbury 4, Ont. BIGGS, ELIZABETH, 3530 Mountain St., Montreal BIGGS, JENNIFER, 3530 Mountain Si., Montreal BOURDEAU, JUDITH, 4463 Montrose Ave., Westmount BOWDEN, GUYLA, 3955 Dupuis Ave., Montreal BRANSCOMBE, JOAN, 5106 Cote St. Antoine Road, Montreal BROOKS, ELIZABETH, 25 Renfrew Ave., Westmount BROW, JANE, 619 Murray Hill, Weslmount BROWN, JUDY, 1 de Casson Rd., Westmount BRYCE, JANET, Edtn Rock, Pembroke, Bermuda BRYDON, SHEENA, 150 Cornwall Ave., Town of Mount Royal BURROWS, BETSY, 112 Millway St., Lachute Mills, Que. CAPE, MARJORIE, 3950 Fort Rolland St., Lachine, Que. CARTWRIGHT, ARDIS, 4868 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal CARTWRIGHT, EMILY, 4868 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal CHAISSON, MAE, Maple Leaf Nursing Home, Essex Centre, Vermont CHURCHILL, CARYL, 4065 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal CLARK, CAROL, P.O. Box 844, St. John ' s, Newfoundland CLEGG, MARGARET, 651 Victoria Ave., Westmount CLOUTIER, ARLENE, 1442 Si. Mark St., Montreal CONTORRIGAS, MARIA, 3555 Atwater Ave., Montreal CORDEN, BETH, 86 Percival Ave., Montreal West CORKEN, ELIZABETH, 2 Gables Court, Beaconsfield, Que. COULOURIDES, MARIKA, 1569 Pine Ave. W., Montreal  COULOURIDES, MIREILLE, 1569 Pine Ave. W., Monlreal COULOURIDES, NIKI, 1559 Pine Ave. W., Monlreal COUPER, BEVERLEY, II Grove Park, Westmount CRAIB, AEICE, 7460 Glenwood Ave., Town of Mounl Roval CRIMP, LYNDA, 11 Windsor Ave., Weslinouril CRIMP, SANDRA, 11 Windsor Ave., Westmounl CURRY, KAREN, 15 Rosewood Ave., Monlreal West DANIELS, KARIN, 5143 MacDonald Ave., Monlreal LEXTER, SYBIL, 9 Braeside Place, Westmounl LINGMAN, ELIZABETH, 29 Renfrew Ave., Westmount IiODD, PETA, 7 Logan Ave., St. Lambert 1 OEDERLEIN, EVA, 3100 Barclay Ave., Montreal IjUPONT, HARRIET, 765 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount — E — tNGELBERT, SIMONE, 21 Thornhill Ave., Westmount 1-ALKNER, DIANA, 567 Roslyn Ave., Westmount FARNDALE, PENELOPE, 75 Cables Court, Beaconsfield, Que. FITZPATRICK, GAIL, 3244 The Boulevard, Westmount FLOOD, TRYPHENA, 82 Taylor St., Waterloo, Que. FOWLER, JENNIFER, 5439 Earnscliffe Ave., N.D.G., Montreal — G — GOLDBERG, LINDA, 4385 Circle Rd., Montreal GREEVES, CAROLINE, 57 Oakland Ave., Westmount GREGORY, KATHLEEN, 524 Lakeshore Rd., Beaurepaire, Que. GUTHRIE, LINDA, 2053 Vendome Ave., Montreal — H — HADJIPATERAS, CATHERINE, 344 Wood Ave., Westmount HALLETT, SUSAN, 55 Thornhill Ave., Westmounl HAMPTON, KATHLEEN, 1699 Graham Blvd., Town of Mounl Royal HARRISON, LYNNE, 5540 Queen Mary Road, Montreal HEMING, RONNE, 7505 Ave. de Dieppe, Monlreal HENDERSON, WENDY, 135 Cecil St., Sarnia, Ont. HESKETH, ELIZABETH, 4328 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal HICKS, LAUREEN, 647 Victoria Ave., Westmount HOLLAND, CAROL, 3865 Wilson Ave., N.D.G., Monlreal HOLLANDER, JUDY, 2195 Cambridge Road, Town of Mount Royal HOPSON, DANA, 5230 Hampton Ave., N.D.G., Montreal HORI, PAMELA, 323 St. Louis Square, Montreal HOWARD, CATHERINE, 51 Parker Ave., Greenfield Park, Que. IRWIN, JUDITH, 461 Stanslead Ave., Town of Mounl Royal JONES, CAROLE, 770-39th Ave., Lachine, Que. KAMPOURIS, ANN, 4550 Stanley Weir St., Montreal KENNEY, JOANNE, 1469 Drummond St., Montreal KEYMER, SANDRA, 4796 Grosvenor Ave., Montreal KILBURN, SUSAN, 5 Rosemount Ave., Westmounl KINSMAN, JOCELYN, 4870 Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal KOOL, HEATHER, 54-47th Ave., Lachine, Que. KORNPOINTER, FRANCES, 2595 des Soissons Ave., Montreal KOVACS, ALEXANDRA, Apartado 1107, Ciudad Trujillo, Dominican Republic KROMP, DIANE, 3161 Appleton Ave., Cote des Neiges LAWS, WENDY, 1509 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal LENNOX, BETH, 3491 McTavish St., Montreal LENNOX, LOIS, 3491 McTavish St., Montreal LENNOX, RUTH, 3491 McTavish St., Montreal LEWIS, VIRGINIA, 423 Elm Ave., Westmount LEYDS, MARIETTA, 3624 NorthcliflFe Ave., N.D.G., Montreal LIERSCH, KRISTIN, 55 Forden Ave., Westmount LIERSCH, TORY, 55 Forden Ave., Westmount LOCH, JEAN, 4851 Cote St. Luc Road, N.D.G., Montreal LOEWENHEIM, JULIANA, 1 Bellevue Ave., Westmount LYNGE, INGRID, 5708 Queen Mary Road, Hampslead — M — MacLACHLAN, EVELYN, 2 Island St., Buckingham, Que. MacLEAN, MARGARET, Chibougamou Mines, Que. MacRAE, MARION, 1469 Drummond St., Montreal MAILLOUX, SANDRA, 334 Lazard Ave., Town of Mount Royal MANN, ' JOAN, 33 Finchley Road, Hampslead LINDA, 200 Cole Si. Anioine Road, MORVEN, 4055 Grand Blvd, N.D.G., MANSOUR, VIRGINIA, 1625 Laird Blvd., Town of Mounl Royal MANTHORP, ANN, 6160 N.D.G. Avenue, Monlreal MARSHALL, CLAIRE, 3535 Carlcton Road, Monlreal MARSHALL, DAWN, 4396 Mayfair Ave., N.D.G., Monlreal MARSHALL, IIEATMER, 3535 Carlelon Road, Monlreal MASON, JEAN, 25 Thurlow Road, Hampslead McAVITY, VIRGINIA, 30 Forden Ave., Westmounl McDOllGALL, JUDITH, 200 Cole St. Antoine Road, Wealrnount McDOUGALL, Weslmount McILQUHAM, Monlreal McKAY, SHEILAH, 5620 Phillips Ave., OutremonI McKENZIE, GAIL, 109 Appin Ave., Town of Mount Royal McLAY, LYNNE, 4601 Kensington Ave., N.D.G., Montreal MILLER, BARBARA, 302 Rockhill Apis., Cote des Neiges Rd., Montreal MILLER, PATRICIA, 302 Rockhill Apis., Cote des Neiges Rd., Monlreal MILLER, SANDRA, 3610 Durocher St., Montreal MITCHELL, JEAN, 71 Elgin St., Granbv, Que. MOLYNEUX, KAREN, 91 Stratford Rd., Hampslead MONAHAN, ISABELLA, 525 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount MOONEY, BEVERLEY, 3790 C6te des Neiges Rd., Montreal MORGANTI, RENEE, 3163 Appleton Ave., Montreal MORRISON, GAIL, 1200 St. Germain St., St. Laurent, Que. MORTON, MARGARET, 746 Plymouth Ave., Town of Mount Royal MOWAT, SHERRILL, 82 Thurlow Road, Hampslead MURRAY, ANNE, 73 Finchley Rd., Hampslead — O — OHMAN, AUDREY, 439 Lansdowne Ave., Westmounl OSTROWSKA, DANUTA, 4951 Coronet Ave., Monlreal OWENS, MARGARET, 788 Upper Belmont Ave., Westmounl PAILES, JEAN, Westgates, Haverhill, New Hampshire PALMER, JENNIFER, 394 Kensington Ave., Westmount PALMER, SUSAN, 383 Devon Ave., Town of Mount Royal PAPERMAN, BRENDA, 3206 Westmounl Blvd., Weslmount PARDO, JOYCE, 4266 Old Orchard Ave., Montreal PASIERBINSKA, BOGNA, 6 Oldfield Ave., Montreal PERIVOLARIS, FOTINI, 414 Algonquin Ave., Town of Mount Royal PITT, FAYE, 5540 Woodbury Ave., Outremont — R — RAWLS, BENE, 76 Dobie Ave., Town of Mounl Royal REILLY, JUDITH, 210 Chester Ave., Town of Mount Royal ROBERT, LUCILE, 3500 Ridgewood Ave., Montreal ROSEVEAR, MARY, 207 Morrison Ave., Town of Mounl Royal RUTHERFORD, JANET, 4322 Montrose Ave., Westmounl SCHOFIELD, LYNNE, 633 Laird Blvd., Town of Mount Roval SCHREMP, NANCY, 14 Dobie Ave., Town of Mounl Royal SCOTT, ELEANOR, 726 Victoria Ave., Westmount SHANNON, BETTY, 2 St. Louis St., St. Johns, Que. SHAUGHNESSY, BRIGID, 356 Redfern Ave., Westmounl SHEPHERD, PATRICIA, 956 Harlland Ave., Outremont SLOAN, SANDRA, 3493 Alwaler Ave., Monlreal SMITH, BEVERLEY, 38 Lilac Ave., S., Dorval, Que. SPENCER-GREENWOOD, DAPHNE, 358 Olivier Ave.. Westmounl SPIERS, ELAINE, 5865 N.D.G. Ave., Montreal STANFIELD, BARBARA, 461 Lazard Ave., Town of Mounl Roval STEIN, ANDREA, 3916 Carlton Ave., Monlreal STEWART, JENNIFER, 495 Prince Arthur St. W., Montreal THOMPSON, ELINOR, 5254 Coolbrook Ave., N.D.G., Montreal TOOTH, CONNIE, 214 Simeoe Ave., Town of Mount Royal TORREY, JANE, 3493 Alwaler Ave., Monlreal TRENHOLME, LYNDA, 4657 Hampton Ave., Montreal TRURAN, HEATHER, 18 Hansen Ave., Beaconsfield, Que. 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