Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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HILDRED MARJORIE GOLDSTEIN FOR three decades our friend, as a teacher at Trafalgar School for Girls and as a private tutor, gave unstintingly of her time and talents to the youth of this com- munity, that theirs might be in- creased knowledge and under- standing; that they might grow in the beavity of womanhood and in the goodliness and privileges of Canadian democratic citizenship... Our friend ' s mind and heart were always on a mission of quest- ing for truth and the growth of soul . . . She was an avid reader, having a high appreciation for the best of literature and music. Pos- sessed of a cheerful attitude, she met the challenges of life in all its phases with unbounded courage, ever appreciating the smallest of kindnesses extended to her on life ' s journey. Physically incapacitated for the last five years, she bravely carried on to the last, walking with two canes. (Excerpt from the eulogy spoken by Rabbi Dr. Harry J. Stern at the funeral service held on October 20, 1965.) The clouds hung sullen and low. There was darkness, and there was grief. She was dead, and the earth mourned, and her children wept, for it was finished. Gone was her devotion, which they had abused, her pain, which they had not understood, her frailties, which they had not tolerated. Gone was the guiding hand, the ready praise, the gentle reproof. There was nothing left — nothing but memories of the smiles and triumphs and the hard work and the strain; nothing but regret for the impatience of youth, for the work evaded, for the mediocrity, for the failures. It was finished. They wept, not for her, but for themselves. Wendy Hilchey, October 21, 1965 In memory of Miss Goldstein, her Sixth Form language class will present a medallion to be awarded annually to the Sixth Former who has made the most effort in her language course. [7]

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HAVE you ever paid a visit to the pound cupboard? You must have; it is one of the centres of our school life, almost as popular as Miss Harvie ' s office, though not quite so much so as the mirror in the senior locker room. You must have pounced on the debris spilling out on the floor, and clawed through it looking for your lost oxfords or biology notes. Everyone has. Without pound, we would be lost, or at any rate, our misplaced possessions would. Looking through this magazine might be a little like rooting through that pile in pound. You will probably find many articles that interest you no more than do those dirty gym shoes belonging to someone else; but you might discover something important to you, perhaps even your own, that will make all the wading through the debris worth while. Here are the bits and pieces of our school life, otherwise lost, stored away in this cupboard . And what is more, there is no lock on it. So go ahead — root through it, enjoy it, criticize it if you like, because it was made for you, because it is yours. [6]

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ARTS SIXTH NANCY ELIZABETH HUGHES, Rachael , The Sopwith Camel . 1962-1966 Fairley House Happy those early days! When I Shind in my Angel-infancy. — Henry Vaughan A Diltitioii : Journalist. I ' loliahlc destiny: P elthy French magazines Asset : Legs. Tlienie song: Don ' t make me over . I ' et possession: Her jean wardrobe, (ilaiin lo fame; Her Vogue poses. Prototype: JJaiiy Huey (Paul McCartney?). Activities: Head Prefect, House Head, Dance Committee, Representative to Students ' Federation of Independent Schools. Letter from the Head Girl: The time has come the W alms said, To talk of many things: Of shoes — and ships — and sealing-ivax — Of cabbages — and kings — And why the sea is boiling hot — And whether pigs have wings. The time has come to talk of many things. The main one at the moment is that part of the Sixth Form is leaving Traf this June, never to return. (Do I hear lusty cheers from some members of the Fourth Form?) Seriously though, all the members of the graduating class want to give the school a motherly bit of advice — you may not like it when you ' ve got it, but you ' ll miss it when it ' s gone. Appreciate Traf while you ' ve got it, becatise it gets a lot harder when you leave it. We Sixth Form have enjoyed being the senior class, but step aside with a tired sigh to make way for the new-comers. Good luck to you all ( Sixth Form included), and remember — after eleven years of education, I can definitely and explicitly state that pigs do not have wings. Nancy Hughes ELLSABETH CHRISTINE ERIKA SYLVIA RENATE BARDT, E.B. , 1963-1966 Ross House Oh, to be idle and lazy. Continual study is driving me crazy! Ainliition: Artist or teacher. Probable destiny: Van Gogh or Miss Clegg. Asset: Her baby blues. Can you imagine: E.B. not eating any lunch? Prototype: A chipmunk. I astirne: Daydreaming. Favourite expression: I agree . . . but . . .