Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Following that there was a party given by Hilary Chalmers, Jane Curwood, and Wendy Hilchey, at which we were entertained by folk singer Billy Dart, and another given by Diane Etches, Ruth Barrie, Leslie Hamilton, and Susan Nadeau. After these we either tumbled into bed, or went to one of several breakfast parties. All the Sixth Form would like to thank the Old Girls, who sponsored the dance, and also the members of the Dance Committee, Lyanne Turcotte, Jennifer Macfarlane, Leslie Crawford, Diane Madill, Nancy Hughes, and Andrea Mason our Treasurer, and everyone who worked so hard to make this year ' s graduation dance an event we will all remember. Diana Dopking, Arts VI PHOTO CONTEST Prize — Joanne Bird, Form 11, Donald House [28]

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THE CHOIR Under the direction of Dr. Herbert, the choir has had a fairly good year. Ahhough relatively few in number, the girls worked very hard to make a success of the Christmas concert and the Musical Evening in May. We hope that next year the choir will work as hard and show as much enthusiasm as the girls have this year. We want to thank Dr. Herbert for his help in making the choir aiv important institution in the School. Ruth Barrie Lily Buehler, Science VI This year, culture endeavoured to pry into the Trafite minds, overstuffed with geometry theorems and physics formulae. It acted through events such as the lecture given by Mr. R. D. Wilson, who has been engaged to sketch scenes from coast to coast for the Centennial. After his talk, accompanied by slides of his drawings, came a question period in which were asked such pertinent questions as, Why don ' t you take your wife on your trips? And we did not even mind not having the expected period of study we depended on for our test that day. There was also a series of Youth Concerts given at Place des Arts. There we had nothing harder to do than sit in the plush seats and let the music and culture seep into our brains. Some of us wish learning Latin and Geographv were as easy and painless. As our frontispiece in this issue of Echoes we are fortunate to be able to use a photograph of a drawing of the School by Mr. Wilson. The artist presented the picture to Dr. Foster on her retirement, and we would like to thank her for permission to use it. GRADUATION DANCE HE graduation dance, held this year on January twenty-eighth, was a tremendous success. It began with a cocktail party given by Martha Dorion and Nancy Hughes. Then we all went for a delicious dinner at the Stage Coach Restaurant. Returning to the School, we were greeted by a reception line consisting of Mrs. Madill, Mrs. Verrier, Miss Harvie, and Nancy Hughes. Music was provided by the Sceptres . Everyone was delighted by the decorations, kindlv supplied by Morgans in the theme of the Exotic East , especially the green and blue lanterns. After the dance there was a fabulous party, given by Mary Jane Henderson and Rosilyn King, at which music was provided bv a juke box. [27]

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GOING HOME HEY were flickerini; thoughts; thoughts ol a dying man. Before his eyes the mud hut, complete with cockroaches and the stench of rotting meat, came to life again. This hut had been his home for sixteen years. He could see the prison walls behind which he had spent several years because he had dared to fight for a free India. The beautiful face of his wife, who had stood by him in time of trouble, he saw with vivid reality. He also saw the blue pen with which he had recently signed an agreement ending the bloodshed between Pakistan and India. Then, all went black. The great Shastri was dead. The only sound in the darkened room was the sobbing of Shastri ' s faith! iil servant. Other than that, quiet prevailed for many moments. Then, as the shock wore off, the doctor and Shastri ' s secretarv began to make the appropriate arrangements. The latter dialed the hospital. Yes, that ' s right, please send an ambulance and notify the police. The phone clicked as the receiver was replaced. It is very sad. He was a wonderful man, said the doctor as he pulled the covers over the little Prime Minister ' s head. Martial music rivalled the roar of the super-jets as the Soviet band played a last tribute to Shastri. Sunshine glinted off the instruments and warmed the coffin-bearers. The c offin was not heavy, for the Indian had been frail and he had weighed only a hundred and ten pounds. Up the ramp and into the plane they carried him. The engines whined as the great plane took off. Inside the plane ' s belly lay India ' s dead leader, and he was going home. Home to a country where to live one more day was an accomplishment for most people, a country that was the testing-ground of democracy for the whole world. Home to his people who would stampede to see him once more, but who would also ready themselves for a new leader. Life must go on. DoDi Blaylocic, Form HIa, Donald House HOLIDAYS I love summer because it is nice for holidays in the coiuitry or at the sea. In the winter you can ski but I like summer best. Jacqueline Hall, Preparatory II, Age 6i 4 [29]