Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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MY PET PEEVE WE are constantly being made aware that today is the era of electronics and computers. Today is the age of dizzyingly rapid progress. A missile has safely reached the moon. Problems taking hours to solve, and requiring the greatest minds, are now solved in seconds by electronic brains. Yet in this modern era there is one area in which no progress whatsoever has been made. This is the department of cheese packaging! True, modern machinery is used, and almost all the work is done by it. True, only the most sterile of methods is used. But cheese packages are almost unopenable! One may struggle and plead with the monsters, yet nearly every pack have ever tried to open has stubbornly remained immune to any attacks made on it. First one begins by faithfully studying confusingly simple directions. Then one faithfully tries to follow them. When no penetration has been made at one end, one tries the other end. The sticky plastic remains imperturbed. One gentlv punctures with a knife, ripping one side to shreds. Then one tries a fingernail, and succeeds only in furrowing the cheese. At this point many yield. But other hardy souls, frantic, tear the offending cellophane violently from the cheese. This seems simple enough; once having punctured the pack, just remove all the paper! But in a few days the entire block is stale, robbed of its freshening plastic. This is a disgraceful situation! Government officials, scientists, armies, navies should be called in. But there is a simple solution! If all frustrated cheese openers were to imite under a common banner, Get out of Vietnam and help us open cheese packages , we might be able to persuade all democratic govern- ments to provide their people with churns and send all those terrible packs to communistic areas. Then surely their scientists could develop an easv way to open cheese packages while ours devoted their time to reaching the moon. It should, then, be a simple matter to land a man on the moon first, while Russians are struggling with cheese packages. Jeanie Macleod, Form IIIb, Ross House Zana Main, Preparatory II, Age 6 [31]

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A WISH I wish I had a lamp like Aladdin ' s. I ' d wish upon the stars. I ' d wish for a sister Madline And a bunch of chocolate bars. I ' d wish for a dog named Rover And a doll named Elimay. I ' d love them both all over And play with them each day. Elaine Frank, Lower I, Age MY PAPER BOAT ONE day my thirteen-foot sailing boat started to float away. Luckily, I jumped aboartl. By the time I tried to get her back to shore a big liner was in the way. A member of the crew called out to me, Do you know we ' re bound for Tasmania? I called back, You are! That night the Captain ordered a member of the crew to throw me a rope. I tied it to my boat securely. He yelled to me, Want to sleep in a spare cabin? I answered, Yes, sir. T hey let down a rope ladder, and on my way up I fell into the deep ocean. I woke up, and found myself wet, and in the brook . . . I looked for my paper boat, and wondered, Where can it be? Then I saw it floating down stream. I grabbed for it, but in vain. Suzanne Kerr, Upper I, Age IOI 2 A LITTLE GIRL ONCE upon a time there was a little girl. She did not have any mother or father but she was very happy. All day long she would pick flowers and one morning she was walking by a cool brook. Suddenly she saw a house and she stopped to look inside the window. Then she saw an old man and the old man came outside and said, What are you looking for? The little girl said, I have no home and I have no mother or sisters or brothers or father. Then the old man said, Would you be my little grandchild? She said yes. Zana Main, Preparatory II, Age 6 PUPPIES I ' uppies are squirmy And wiggly and cuddly, And when it rains Their feet are mud-puddly. They strew things. And chew things In puppy-dog prankings. And waggle their way Out of scoldings and spankings. iNET Shaffran, Form II, Donald House [30]

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SNOWFALL ON THE PRAIRIE THE air was crisj) ciml cohl. Il had been very nice out yesterday but today was simplv awlul. Looks like a slorm brewing up, slated David. Remember last year, when the blizzard was all over, how the snow dazzled? Yes, and it almost made you blind when you looked at it! laughed Judy. Suddenly it started to snow. It fell gently at first, then it started to swirl aroimd the house. After a while it started to come down slowly, like fairies dancing. Soon it stopped snowing. How beautiful it looked! There was a blanket of snow as far as you could see. There were snowcaps on all the fences. When our dog went out and came back in, he looked like a snowman and felt like one loo, Fm sure. There was a gigantic snowdrift right in front of my window. Soon the sun shone aiul everything sparkled. Debbie Hughes, Upper I, Age 11 THE ITCHING DINOSAUR A Legend of Mount Royal AL, Fuzzy, I is relatin ' jus how ma pappy told me. This is how the oid-tinu r started out his tale of how Mount Royal was created. It was way back in the Stone Age, Thomas the Trader con- tinued. Thar was this here old dinosaur ' bout a hundred and seventy feet high and a hundred feet r(»ss, or so I ' m told, aiul he musta weighed more ' n a hundred tons. Wal, one day, as he was pokin ' round the sitviation o ' where Mount Royal is now, he was kickin ' up a fuss cause he had a flea in his hide and it was a-ilchin ' him. It was no ornary flea, mind you: it musta weighed bout a ton and no flea powder could get rid o ' it. Wal, while this here old dino was a hoppin ' round, the groinul v.as asinkin ' and all them gases was agettin ' squish- ed. Mammy Nature jus ' couldn ' t stand it no longer and she blew her top. And then all this here rock came a-pourin ' down on top of ole dino. Wal, he didn ' t like that but he couldn ' t do a thing ' bout it. al, ole dino did get sumpin ' out of it all — he got rid o ' the flea. Ann Roberts, Upper II, Barclay House