Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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MAGAZINE STAFF Editor SHEILA FISHBOURNE Assistant Editor JEANIE MACLEOD First Sub-editor DODI BLAYLOCK Second Sub-editor ANN ROBEPtTS Sec retar -Treasurer KATHY CASH Sports Editor MARIE GAUTHIER Art Editor JESSIE FISKE Photograpby Editor LINDA SABOLO MACAZliyE COMMITTEE - Form VI A JANET ALSOP Form VI B CAROL ESCOBAR Form V A JACKIE CLABON Form V B NANCY WALL Form IV A JANE FISKE Form IV B KATHY MILNES Form III A DEBBIE HUGHES Form III B CHRISTINE OKUDA Upper II SUSAN HINDRICHS Form II ERO SAITANIS CONTENTS In Memoriam 2 Editorial 4 (jraduating Class 10 Barclay 19 Gumming 24 Donald 29 Fairley 34 Ross 39 Boarders 44 Young ' Uns 45 Sports 48 Old Girls ' Notes 52 Staff 56 School Directory 57 DR. JOAN M. V. FOSTER Principal of Trafalgar School for Girls 1940 - 1965 Died March 18, 1969 An excerpt from the prayer by Dr. R.J. Berlis at Dr. Foster ' s funeral: . . . We remember that Joan Foster, Teacher, Scholar, Friend, was bom to a proud heritage of patriotism and public service, and that she brought fresh honour to the same. We remember that she was a perceptive scholar, that not only did she teach history but she understood history — its inexorable lessons, its stern warnings. We remember that across many years she was the wise Principal of a splendid school, that she brought to staff and students alike priceless gifts: vigour of mind, strength of character, invincible moral courage. We remember that she was our friend, reassuring yet realistic, who punc- tured our pretensions, who scolded us for our obtuseness, and who, in her luminous integrity, refused to suffer fools gladly. We remember that for us she made life more de- lightful and more intelligible. Within this Church dedicated to St. George — intrepid slayer of a dragon — we remember how many dragons our dear friend destroyed across the years — dragons of ignorance, of fear, of stupidity. Now, by Thy grace, she has con- quered the last, the fiercest dragon of all — even that dragon men call death . . . 2 UNE FEMME, UN CHEF II est difficile de croire (]ue nous n ' eiiteiulrons plus sou beau rire franc et sa voix sonore aux diverses reunions de I ' rafaJgar, auxquelles elle se plaisait tant a assister. 11 est difficile de penser que nous ne verrons plus Teclat intelligent, retincelle d ' huiTieur de ses grands yeux turquoise, et que nous ne retrouverijns plus sa flaniboyante personnalite. dependant, son influence reste dans Pecole, et aussi son enipreinte sur une generation entiere qu elle a mis tout son coeur a former, en cela elle demeure presente et avec nous. Je ne voudrais pas redire ce que tous ses amis onl dit, disent et rediront, mais pourtant nous ne pouvons que nous accorder tous sur ses menies qualites, sa loyaute, sa droiture, sa profonde lionn- etete, sa solidite a toute epreuve dans ses amities, son courage a les defendre contre vents et marees, car elle etait brave et ne re- culait devant aucun combat pour ce qu elle cotisiderail juste. Kile exer ait toute sa volonte et son intelligence a alteindre le baut ideal qu ' elle s ' etait fLxe pour maintenir el ameliorer la rejiulalion de I ' ecole qu ' elle avait prise en mains, ( ' e n ' etait pas la solution la plus facile. Qu e de problemes elle eut a resoudre avec professeurs, parents et eleves! Mais elle passait a travers grace a son solide bon sens, sa grande culture, son esprit ouverl et sans parti-pri.s. son cote profondement liumain, son experience de la vie. Aucune etroitesse cliez elle, elle reflecbissail. vovuit ilc bant les solutions, ne s ' encombrait pas de details; sa petillante vitalite nc lui faisait rien prendre au tragique ni se perdre dans un dctlale. Une telle personnalite ne pouvail etre comprise de lous. Moi qui I ' ai connue pendant longtemps, et admiree et aimee, je peux vous dire que sa mort est une grande perte, mai3, qu n memoire d ' elle. nous ferons tout en notre pouvoir pour suivrc la vole tracee par: Dr. Joan FOSTER. Louise Krnout-Krouilletle From an (Hd (iirl: All tbose wbo liave benefited from tbe kindness and inspiration of Dr. Joan Foster, during ber twenty-five years as headmistress of Trafalgar Scbool for (jirls, will share with ine a great sense of per- sonal loss. I am particularly indebted to her for her encouragement and guidajicc which determined my decision to become a teacher of history. Dr. Foster had the good fortune to be born of a well-known, well-estabhsbed family, with every facility for education. In her father, the late .Senator Walter E. Foster of New Brunswick, she had before her an example of outstanding public spirit from which it would have been difficult to defect. Turning away from the pleasant paths generally followed by young ladies in the early twenties, she took the road of hard work and action to which her life was dedicated. She went to the stUI predominantly male stronghold — the university. She stood high in scholarship, receiving her doctorate degree from Bryn. Mawr, Pennsylvania. Upon her graduation Dr. I (jstcr was appouited assistant to the warden of Royal Victoria (iollcge and tauglit history at Mcfiill LIniversity. She then became [)rinci(ial and teacher of history at Kiverbend School for Girls, W innipeg. Dr. I ' osler alwa s believed that the building of character was of greater worth and importance than anything else. During her years as headmistress, she displayed natural abilities of tlie first order. She possessed a powerfid, well-trained and ever active mijid. She had a large capacit) for administration, clearness of vision, promptness in decision and a thorough appreciation of what constitutes good organization. Most important of all was the driving force of an in- tense energ and dedication to duty which was devotedly placed in the service of Trafalgar. Beyond her professional ijualities, she was sound and just in mind. Moreover, she was extremely Uberal. In all things she had charity. Tolerance was one of ber great natural qualities. She re- spected in others the quahties she herself possessed: sincerity of conviction and frankness of opinion. To those of us who have been privileged to study under Dr. Foster, to all those who have been associated with her, the in- fluence of our beloved principal. Dr. Joan Foster, will always remain. Joan N. Charteris, Assistant Professor of History, McGill University. From a present pupil: When Dr. Foster left Trafaigar in 1965, the past and present Trafites knew that she would never forget her beloved School. This was proven in later days as, at each function of the School, the eyes of most Trafites sought out Dr. Foster in the front row, and everything went smoothly from that point on. " God ' s in his heaven, all ' s right with the world. " Her presence at the School .seemed to give a special tone to the activities, as each girl from Prep to Sixtli Form strove to put on a good show. The notice of her death was shocking as Dr. Foster and Traf were synonymous and the thought flashed, " It couldn ' t happen to ' Doc ' " . She has been and will always be sorely missed from our honoured guests at the traditional Trafalgar functions. Sheila Fishbourne From an Old Girl: I was once a frequent visitor in Dr. T oster ' s office. The greeting was always the same. " Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear! " she would say in a tone of mixed disapproval and humour. Then she would add a stern look and suppress a burst of laughter. I often came away from Oiese visits in tears but with a strong feeling of her rather miscluevous approval of my exploits. Her history lessons were a dehght to me in the Fifth and Sixtli Forms, and it is because of her that 1 went on to McGill and took an honours B.A. in Canadian History. She was a gracious and sophisticated woman who was able to establish a remarkable rapport with sympathetic students. I remem- ber her with great affection and respect . . . Ronne Heming 3 From the Principal: When Dr. Foster retired, we all expected her to have many happy and productive years ahead. She had so much still to contribute to life, and, among other things, planned to write an historical book. But this, unfortunately, was not to be. The School was Dr. Foster ' s life, and to it she brought her high ideals and her fine qualities of leadership, intellect and character. These have helped to make the school what it is today, and Trafalgar itself is her finest memorial. After retiring, she maintained her deep interest in the school, and, until iier illness this winter, eagerly attended all our func- tions. Indeed, when I visited her only a few days before her death, she was anxious to hear all about the " Gym Dem " , and sent her love and good wishes to the girls. Since I worked with Dr. Foster throughout her twenty- five years at Trafalgar, as a teacher and later as Assistant Principal, we became very close friends, and I appreciate her qualities, perhaps, as well as anyone. She tackled all the problems of running the school with insight and decision; she gave unfailing support to her staff and wise guidance to her pupils; she had a quick temper, but she also had a keen sense of humour and of fair play. By her strength of charac- ter, her honesty and her great courage — which never failed her to the end — she inspired and earned the respect of all who knew her. After her retirement, I found in her the ideal predecessor, who never interfered, but to whom I could go at any time for advice. Dr. Foster ' s influence spread far beyond Trafalgar, and she was highly respected in educational circles throughout Canada. Her untimely death is a great loss, not only to the School, but to a much wider community. I have lost a dear friend, whom I shall miss greatly and whom I shall always remember with love and pride. EDITORIAL The youth of today are in revolt because they feel that they are neither heard nor trusted. This, unfortunately, is true in many cases. The people that refuse even to try to understand are narrow-minded non-thinkers. The Establishment does not want to speak frankly about " the problem " , as the ordinary people of the comnuniity are not pleased to iiear it. Young people of this era wish to express their ideas. They are unable to do so without the coverage of the press. This handicap is the result of some uninterested parents. These parents send their children to school and then seemingly wash their hands of the whole affair, having done their duty. Perhaps if more " round table " conferences were to take place between parents and their ciiildren fewer problems would arise. In this way, ideas would be expressed by both sides, bringing botli to know the other party better. There are other parents that base their ideas of young people on the actions of a few. Student revolts are their favourite examples. Yet, when examined further, these revolts repre- sent only a small minority of young people. Such revolts are fomented by a few activists, with the power, as in the past, to mesmerize others, leading them like sheep. Perhaps, if parents realized this, there would be more understanding. A small group of parents exists willing to listen and to judge ideas rationally. These parents seem to understand and sincerely want to help. A strong link of communication is established. The younger generation wish to be guided, listened to, and encouraged through this rough, turbulent world. They must be given the right to speak and act freely. The youth of today must be heeded, for they are the leaders of tomorrow. THE EDITOR 4 FORM OFFICERS FIRST TERM Forms Form VI A Form VI B Form V A Form V B Form IV A Form IV B Form III A Form lU B Upper II Form II Presidents Donna Cochrane Carol Escobar Jennie Madill Gloria Waters Jane Eddison Jo Wells Maureen Bums Helen McGUl Elaine Frank Sandy Grant-Whyte Vice-Presidents Joan Fletcher Danielle Kraus CoUeen Heffeman Kit Roberts Gay Hamilton Sue Pritchard Michele Kirkwood Diane Pefanis Jeannie Saros Ero Saitanis SECOND TERM Forms Form VI A Form VI B Form V A Form V B Form IV A Form IV B Form III A Form III B Upper II Form II Presidents Joan Fletcher Mary Stephen Jennie Madill Gloria Waters Gail Gilbert Jo WeUs Brenda Kaine Judy Saylor Paola Parmeggiani Sandy Grant-Whyte Vice-Presidents Janet AIsop Marie Florence Vack Colleen Heffernan Linda Sabolo Lesley Harris Kathy McCuaig Debbie Hughes Cynthia Nunns Susan Charest Lois Anderson Form VI A Form VI B Form V A Form V B Form IV A f Treasurers Jennifer Blachford Jeanie Macleod Marie-Anne Laforest Linda Sabolo Jackie Warren Karen Flam Form IV B Form III A Form III B Upper II Form II Sally Neale Janet Clarke Dina Sabolo Vivienne Oszadszky Claire Panet-Raymond 5 AWARDS 1968 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 her work, was awarded to Ellen Cash. THE FORSYTH CUP, awarded to the senior girl who lias made the most of her opportunities, showing herself friendly and helpful to all, was awarded to Anne Boulton. THE GOVERNORS ' MEDAL, awarded to the girl who has maintained the highest academic standing lliroughoiit the final year, was won by Patricia Lowe. THE GUMMING PRIZE was awarded for loyally, a high standard of conduct, and notalile contributions to the life of the School, to janel (Chandler. THE FAIRLEY PRIZE was awarded for loyally, a high standard of conduct, and unfailing helpfulness, to Anne-Marie Millner. THE JANE WEDDLE MEMORIAL TROPHY, presented lo the f ifth Form girl who most nearly resembles Jane in courtesy, character, and academic achievement, was awarded to Jean Macleod. Inter ! louse w ards THE SHIELD for the greatest number of points during the year was won by Ross. THE WALKER CUP for the Inter-House Competition was won by Ross. THE SPELLING CUP was won by Fairley. THE LUCILE ROBERT CUP, awarded to the girl below Form VI who contributes the greatest number of points to her House, was won by Vivien Law of Gumming. THE FIELD DAY CUP was won by Donald. THE BASKETBALL CUP was won by Gumming. THE VOLLEYBALL CUP was won by Fairley. THE TENNIS CUP was won by Donald. Academic Prizes Awarded To The Sixth Form Patricia Lowe — (Jeneral Proficiency, History, French, Latin Alice Klinkhoff — General Proficiency, French, Latin, Mathematics, The Goldstein Medallion for Spanish Monique Matza — (general Proficiency, Mathematics, Chemistry, French Vicky Milnes — (ieneral Proficiency, French, Latin Ellen Cash — French Linda Wells — Creneral Proficiency Silva Kohn — (General Proficiency The Bryan Prize Presented by TOGA for creative writing to Patricia Lowe Prizes for Literary (Contributions to " Echoes " First — Sheila Fishboume and Patricia Lowe Commended — Ellen Cash and Maria Vasiliou 6 HOUSE PLAYS We were honoured to have Miss Lamont, Principal of The Study, judge our plays this year. She enjoyed herself and admitted having great difficulty in selecting the winners. There was, in fact, only twelve points difference between Barclay, who came first, and Donald and Fairley, who tied for fourth place. Ross was a close second, followed by Gumming, third. I think a special congratulation is owing to all the girls who worked so hard for a successful production. FAIRLEY The plays got off to a great start with Fairley this year portraying Henry VIII. With the splendour of a king ' s court as setting, wives were ticked off by this unscrupulous fellow who be- headed as fast as he married.This temperamental noble certainly kept ministers, messengers and musicians alike hopping, and the audience was " rolling in the aisles " until the last dance out. ROSS After France, we came to Rhodesia where, with cool and calculating precision, votes were ex- changed by an unflinching Ian Smith. He certainly was an immodest person, to say the least: the slogan-chanting-propaganda-shouting-placard-bearing scene was certainly dramatic, with pro- testers being dragged off by the police. It was a great relief in between scenes when our Cana- dian correspondent languidly gave his opinion in our typically Canadian way. BARCLAY The invisible drum rolled, the curtains were drawn, and there, in the middle of the stage was Nappy, sitting on the floor, playing with his soldiers. Then came the flying epaulets, the tan- trums, battles, romance, tears and high comedy which kept everyone in stitches till the end when Napoleon was dragged off, raging mad. GUMMING A little bit of Czarist Russia was brought to us this year by Cumming with their production of Peter the Great. Shrieks of " Pietrov, I-I-Igor, and Babuska " , village scenes, the Czar softly sneaking off from his pedestal were just uproarious details in the production which culminated when the King shouted, " Off with your pants " , and the janitor took his place beside the Queen. DONALD " My nose, " cried de Gaulle, " Ou est my nose? " His nose, in fact, was the predominant fea- ture of the play, for it was everywhere. It stretched up when he snubbed his guests at his birth- day party or down when he was unhappy. One could even imagine it shining in the dark when, with what was an outstanding bit of stagemanship, his maquette of France blew up, sending sparks which lighted up the colourful background. 7 THE STUDENTS ' COUNCIL A Students ' Council was suggested during the second tenn of school. Its ainis are to represent the Student Body of Trafalgar, to discuss any possible changes in the School, and to bring more unity among Student body, tlie Prefects and the Teachers. The suggesUoii was received with entliusiasni, and progressed with the help of MLss Armbruster, Mrs. Black, Mrs. Doupe and Mrs. Terry. As the Council had to start from scratch, it was a difficult job, and thanks are due to the many who offered their uUerest and co-operation. It was decided that tlie Council should be made of Student Representatives: the class presidents, the l iftii l orm House repre- sentatives, the Federation Officers, the Bed (iross representative. the iVlaga .ine Kditor, the (iames Captain, the Prefect representative, and the Head Girl. As the Head Girl was elected by the entire school, it was decided that she should be the President of the Stu- dent Council. The Vice-President, Dodi Blaylock, the Secretary, (iloria Waters, and the Treasurer, Joan I ' letcher were elected by the members of the Council. We are all very grateful to Sheila l ishboume, who undertook the drawing up of a Constitution, to please, not only tlie members of the Council, but also l v School. Although the Council was started as an experiment and began with some confusion, it is worth the work and effort, and next September will mark a new step forward. THE CHRISTMAS CAROL CONCERT The Christinas (Jarol Concert, which look place on December 19. traced the story of Christmas with carols and Bible readings. The Prefects read from the New Knglish Bible, and after certain verses, carols relating to that part of the nativity story were sung. The mural, designed and painted by Mrs. Bidolfi and the l ifth horm special art class, showed children of different nationalities standing together and singing. 1 his complemented the theme of in- temationality shown in the songs. Carols were sung in Spanish, German, and French, as well as English. AJthougli most of the carols were accompanied by Mrs. Notkin at the piano, the Spanish carol " Tan, Tan " , which was sung by the Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Forms, was accompanied by four guitars and a tambourine. The Third Form carol " Come Hasten Ye Shepherds " also had another instrument, the flute, in accompaniment. The concert was enjoyed by tlie many parents and guests attending. The success of such a varied programme as depicted above, was due to the effort and time given by Miss D.L. Hopson, our Musical Director. Our congratulations to Miss Hopson for a " job well done " . 8 GRADUATION DANCE The Graduation Dance was held this year on January 24th, 1969, naturally a stormy and snowy night. Mr. and Mrs. D.N. Macleod held a pre-dinner punch party at the Chateau Champlain, which was greatly enjoyed by the Graduates, their Escorts and the Staff. Dinner followed in the adjacent Huronia Room. After these festivities, all adjourned to " The Dance " at the School. The Committee in charge of the dance had, with great detail, decorated the gym in a nautical theme. Music supplied by " The Paisley Rain " Group bombed the usually staid gym to life. After the dance, a round of parties was held, which terminated in the wee small hours of tlie morn- ing. The hosts and hostesses responsible for the delightful parties were Mr. and Mrs. C. Regular, Mr. and Mrs. G.J. Fletcher, and Mr. and Mrs. A.H. Cole. The success of a Graduation Dance goes back many months; it includes tlie raising of funds through bake sales, volleyball games between the Staff and the Prefects, sale of cards and chocolates; also the help given in many ways by the Old Girls ' Association. The memories of such a night wUl long be treasured by the Graduating Class and will be cherished in times to come. THE STUDENTS ' FEDERATION Do you like doing sometliing for other people? Would you like to display your art work, or plan a dance? What about donating those books you used to read? As you may realize, the Federation has had another busy year. Starting early in September gave our main project, the Study Centre, a good beginning. This year, Traf ' s volunteers. Heather McCormell, Liane Schachter and Janet Blane were kept going with field trips to libraries, movies, and skating rinks. To increase our community service projects, about fifteen students helped in the Library and Re- source Rooms of Royal Arthur Elementary School. This is a new idea, aimed at helping the children of " Little Burgundy " . A similar sports program will be in action in the near future, thus involving more Federation students in doing sometliing for someone other than themselves. Drama festivals, a ski trip, and anotlier dance, with a band, are all in the offing. Besides tliese acti- vities, there have been Debate Work Shops and Book Drives, while Traf ' s Ann Roberts and EUzabeth WUUams are turning into journalists and editing the " Purpose " . Such are the programs the Federation carries on, but still they appear to take in only part of the student bodies of the Federation schools. More ideas, more support and more time will serve to make the Federation a truly important and beneficial student body. YOUNG PEOPLE ' S CONCERTS Trafites were again exposed to good music this year through the visits to Place des Arts for the Young People ' s Concerts. Two series of concerts were offered in the Salle Wilfrid PeUetier and in the Theatre Maisonneuve for both high school and elementary students. These concerts were under the direction of M. Franz-Paul Decker, who devoted himself to arousing in students an appreciation of symphonic music. Each concert proved to be most enjoyable and rewarding for all, and made a very relaxing afternoon. FORM VI B MARGARET HEATHER McCONNELL, " Sam " , 1967-1969 Barclay House " Follow my example: do as I say, not as I do! " Ambition : Teacher (French). Probable destiny : English governess. Favourite Saying: " Yeah Mass! " Pet peeve: " Are you a boy? " Pet possession: Her coin. Pastime: Letters and Hendrix. Favourite song: " Louie Louie " . Activities: Head Girl, House Head, Study Centre tutor, Games Captain, Tennis team, Grad dance committee. CLOTHILDA BUDD, 1968-1969 Ross House " Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. " Ambition: To be an archeoiogist. Probable destiny: A professor of history. Weakness: Vogue magazine. Pet possession: A frog. Pet peeve: Dreary weather. Pastime: Reading historical novels. Asset: Her life in England — seven years. Favourite song: " What a Wonderful World " , Louis Armstrong CAROL ANNE de ESCOBAR, 1959-1969 Donald House " Contrariwise, " continued Tweedledee, " if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it tvould be; but as it isn ' t, it ain ' t. That ' s logic, " Lewis Carroll Ambition: Acting. Probable destiny: O.K. kids, what ' s the House play this year? Weakness: Yul Brynner. Pastime: Asking irrelevant questions in History class. Favourite expression: " DUMB, that ' s DUMB! " Asset: Ability to make people laugh(? ) Theme song: " Black Eyed Susie " (She ' s a daisy) Activities: Form President, Form Representative for " Echoes " . PAMELA HALPENNY, " Pam " , 1966 -1969 Barclay House " Cast your bread upon the waters. " Ambition: Elementary school teacher. Probable destiny : Grade 2 in twenty years. Asset: Long legs. Prototype: Tweedledee. Can you imagine: Pam without Gay? Pet possession: Hemic. PAMELA JOAN ELIZABETH KANTER, " Pam " , 1962-63, 1968-69 Fairley House " Decisions, decisions, decisions, ...... Well, better late than never. " Ambition: Interpreter. Probable destiny: Getting a German class re-started at Traf. Prototype: Puck of Pook ' s Hill. Pet peeve: Having sash pulled. Favourite expression: " What ' s for lunch? . . . You ' re kidding! " Pet possession: School-bag. Asset: Shelley. Activities: Form basketball team, Swim team. Gym club, Red Cross volunteer. DANIELLE KRAUS, " Kraus " , 1966-1969 Ross House " We are born with one face, hut - laughing or crying, wisely or unwisely - eventually we form our own. " Ambition: Computer technologist. Probable destiny: Being a technical problem. Pastime: Twirling her hair. Favourite saying: " The truth often hurts. " Favourite song: " I am a Rock " . Can you imagine: Danielle without her baggy tights? Pet peeve: H.M. Activities: Prefect, House Head, Form Vice-President, Gym Captain, Form basketball team, Maths and Science club. ANNE LEGER, 1967-1969 Donald House " Yes, you who must leave everything that you cannot control; It begins with your family, but soon it comes round to your soul. " Ambition: Nurse (pediatrics) Probable destiny: At home with ten of her own little patients. Pet peeve: R.S ' s way of body building. Can you imagine: Anne with the right blouse on? Theme song: " Hey, That ' s no Way to Say Goodbye " . Asset: Miss Stansfield mistaking her for Laurie? Claim to fame: Those Big oxfords. ELEANOR JEAN MACLEOD, " Jeanie " , " Bopper " , " Beano " , 1962-1969 Ross House ' Vln hour of true life is worth an eternity of existence. " Ambition: Teacher. Probable destiny: Tutoring Piggy in maths for the rest of her life. Pet possession: Little red book. Pet peeve: Opening Red Cross room. Pastime: Being flustered. Claim to fame: Surviving six (6) years of Traf and Pippa. Favourite expression: " Luh-vely. " Activities: Prefect, School Red Cross Representative, Hymn player, Form Treasurer, Grad Dance Committee, Maths and Science club, Gym Club, Form basketball team, Assistant Editor of " Echoes " , House Red Cross Representative. GAY McDOUGALL, 1965-1969 " Lips where smiles went out and in. " Ambition: Marine biologist. Probable destiny : Catching crabs. Asset: Ability to talk inaudibly. Prototype: Tweedledum. Can you imagine: Gay without Pam? Barclay House SHELLEY ADRIAN SALA, " SheUiston " , 1968-1969 Donald House " He is pure air and fire; and the dull elements of earth and water never appear in him ... " Shakespeare, Henry V Ambition: Specialized teaching. Probable destiny: Needing special help. Prototype: Mean little kid. Pet peeve : Anne Boulton. ' s desk. Pet possession : Her horse. 7 sset: Her purse. Pastimes: Horses and riding; playing dots on the black board with Danielle. MARTHA ELIZABETH ANN SMITH, 1966-1969 Gumming House " Love many, trust few, always paddle your own canoe. " Ambition: English teacher. Probable destiny: Tutoring Miss Stansfield. Prototype: Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, and Raquel Welsh, all in one! Wow! Claim to fame: 42-23-42 (her locker combination). Pastime: Sick jokes. Pet possession: Stuffed monkey. Theme song: " Here, There, and Everywhere " . Activities: Prefect, Study Centre tutor, Gym club, Grad Dance committee, Form basketball team. 12 MAY LYNN STEPHEN, Mary, 1968-1969 Gumming House " Many a true word is spoken in jest. " Ambition: Movie director. Probable destiny: Showing home movies. Favourite song: " Those were the Days " . Pet possession: Her Bugs Bunny. Pet peeve: Hypocrites. Pastime: Bundling up against the cold. Favourite saying: " No, . . . " Activities: Maths and Science club, Form Gym Lieutenant, Form President. BARBARA ANN TABAH, " Rocky " , " Rad " , 1962-1969 Donald House " Ti ' s better to have been turned on and off than not to have been turned on at all " Ambition : To be a hairdresser. Probable destiny: Shaving football players ' ankles before the games. Prototype: Syrian saleslady at Hymie ' s Discount. Gan you imagine: Barb and Mme. best friends? Asset: Ability to lisp. Pet aversions: Being called Tish, and having frizzy hair. Pastime: Eating Odell out of house and home. Theme song: " Louie Louie " . MARIE FLORENCE VAGK, " F16-F16 " , " Olfy " , 1966-1969 Fairley House " Good things come in small packages. " Ambition: Linguist. Probable destiny: Mother of 13 in Italy. Prototype: Topo Gigio (a French one). Favourite expression: " Mamma Mia! ! " Pet possession : A house in Vermont. Gan you imagine: Flo in size 42 . . . shorts? Glaim to fame: Her sneezes. Activities: Prefect, House Head, School and Form Games Lieutenant, School and Form basketball teams. Gym club, Maths and Science club, Grad Dance committee. Form Vice-President. LAURA MAY WOOLLEY, " Laurie " , 1967-1969 Fairley House " God made all men equal, so why am I so short? " Bom: London, Ont., ' 52. Prototype: Mini Mouse. Can you imagine: Laurie without her glasses? Theme song: " Let ' s Spend the Night Together " . Favourite saying: " Mat it! " Unrecorded history: Why I left. Pet peeve : Anner and Pauler. Activities: House Head. FORM VI A JANET ELIZABETH ALSOP, " Jan " , " Sloppy " , 1965-1969 Donald House " Most of us don ' t know exactly what we want, but we ' re pretty sure we don ' t have it! " r- ivt A iJ4 - T Af • -E- Neuman Ambition: lo go to Ainca. Probable destiny : Brossard farmer. Prototype: An elf. Pastime: Telling Fish to hurry. Asset: Her perfect bod. Pet peeve: Metro to Longueuil. Theme song: " Hey Jude " . Activities: Form Representative to " Echoes " . GEORGINA LOUISE BLAYLOCK, " Dodi " , 1964-1969 Donald House " The world is too much with us. " Ambition: To own the Qantas Koala bear. Probable destiny: Owning the YELLOW PAGES kangaroo. Favourite expression: " That ' s IMPOSSIBLE! " Pastime: Anticipating the worst. Pet possession: Her heffalump. Theme song: " Catch the Wind " . Asset: Ability to be herself. Activities: Prefect, Maths and Science club, First Sub-editor of " Echoes " . LYNN-JOY BUCHANAN, " Piggy " , 1967-1969 Barclay House " Invisible threads make the strongest ties. " Ambition: Doctor. Probable destiny: Obstetrician? Prototype: Choo-choo Cherry. Asset: Being tone deaf. Pet possession: Ski equipment. Pet peeve: Being called Lynn-Joy. Pastime: Breaking glasses, elbows, etc., etc. Activities: Prefect, Swim team, School and Form basketball teams, Form Games Lieutenant, Grad Dance committee. BARBARA ELIZABETH BUSING, " Barbie " , 1964-1969 " Experience is a hard teacher; it gives the test first, and the lesson later, " Ambition: To travel and enjoy herself. Probable destiny: Montreal and diapers. Prototype : Olive Oyl. Pet peeve: Stomachs that growl at inopportune moments. Pet possession: Snoopy. Theme song: " To-day ' . Activities: Prefect, House Head, First School basketball team. Senior Federation Representative, School Athletic Secretary, Gym club. Form Gym Lieutenant. Donald House 14 MOW LAM CHANG, Catherine, 1968-1969 " There are no gains without pains. " Ambition: Music Teacher. Probable destiny: Singing lullabies to her children. Favourite song: " Love is Blue " . Pet possession: Her pillow. Pet peeve: The Hong Kong ' flu. Pastime: Shopping. Favourite saying: " How come . . .? " Fairley House DONNA MARGARET COCHRANE, " Madge " , 1967-1969 Barclay House " Don ' t just stand and look at your hill - climb it! ' " Ambition: Nurse. Probable destiny : A little Donna. Asset: Those eyes! Pet peeve : Caste system. Theme song: " People Gotta be Free. " Pastime : Putting her foot in her mouth. Can you imagine: Donna calm in a tense situation? Activities: Form President, Form basketball team. BEVERLEY COLE, " Charcoal " , " Poo " , 1965-1969 Donald House " It is a mistake to look too far ahead. Only one link in the chain of destiny can be handled at a time. " Churchill Ambition : Physiotherapist. Probable destiny : Taking the wrinkles out of prunes. Favourite expression: " Hey, Barb, what d ' you get for number ...? " Pet aversion: Looking up " . . . looking way up. Prototype: Chubby Chicken (jr. size). Theme song: " My Boomerang Won ' t Come Back " . Pastime: Filling in sitz-marks of fellow ski patrollers. Activities: House Head, Grad Dance committee. DALE CHRISTINE DANSEREAU, 1963-1969 Gumming House " Thinking is when you finally close your mouth, and your head starts talking sense to itself. " A.E. Neuman Ambition: Nursing and world wide skier. Probable destiny: Skiing down Mount Royal. Prototype: Nancy Greene. Pastimes: Writing letters; eating. Happiness is : Playing the drums. Pet possessions: Baby blanket! Skis. Favourite expressions: " Cute! " " I ' m sure! " Activities: First basketball team, Ski team, Gym club, Maths and Science club. 15 16 NANCY DRAPER, 1965-1969 Barclay House " What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? " Ambition: Psychology. Probable destiny: Douglas Hospital. Pet possession: Her slide-rule. Favourite expression: " That ' s rude! " Theme song: " A Younger Girl " . Prototype: Innocence? ? Asset: Patience. Activities: House Head, Maths and Science club, Grad dance committee. Gym club. PAULA ENGELS, 1966-1969 Childhood is the happy hour . . . the passing dream . . . the tender time of innocence that is a part of us forever. Ambition: World travelling with her multi. Probable destiny: Taxi-driver. Prototype: Pocahontas. Favourite expression: " Shriek! " Pet peeve: Frizzitis. Pet possession: Toni. Can you imagine: Paula not having her way? SHEILA DOYLE FISHBOURNE, " Fishy " , 1964-1969 Gumming House " What matters it how far we go? There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. " Ambition: To be a nurse. Probable destiny: Headhunter. Prototype: Cowardly Lion. Favourite expression: " Fake it. Baby! Usual stance: Thumbs hooked in belt; shoes off. Pastime: Lamenting to Jeanie. Asset: Long innocent eye-lashes. Activities: Prefect, House Head, Editor of " Echoes " , Form Games Captain, Gym team, Maths and Science club, Form basketball team. JOAN ALICE FLETCHER, " Joani " , 1966-1969 Gumming House " The essential in life is the invisible. " Ambition: Travelling. Probable destiny: Riding her camel across the Sahara. Prototype: Millie the Model. Asset: Hair. Pet peeve: People on diets. Pet possessions: John, " Cabelle " , and photographs of Euclid. Pastime: Eating chocolate. Activities: House Head, Swim team. Form basketball team. Form Vice-President. Gumming House PHILIPPA GRACE HALL, " Pippa " , " Pepper " , " Fool " , 1962-1969 Ross House " My country is the world, and my religion is to do good. " Thomas Paine Ambition: To be a doctor and a vet. Probable destiny: Doctr ' n Piggy. Prototype: A bouncy teddy bear. Pet possession: Brenka and her Ski Patrol jacket. Assets: Her talent in everything! Pet peeve: Narrow-minded people. Pastime: Always up to mischief. Activities: Prefect, School Games Captain, House Head, Form Gym Captain, School and Form basketball teams, Swim team, Gym club. Maths and Science club. THE PREFECTS " Single file! No talking in the halls, please! " These are familiar lines, not only to the prefects, but also to the School. After the rosiness of prefect elections, initiations, and the first duties, tlie prefect finds that being a prefect is not quite as rosy as she thought. A prefect has the hard job of setting an example, being fair, keeping as much order as possible in the school, and at the same time keeping up with her studies. It is understandable that, after a day of all this, a prefect is often irritable, snappy, or just depressed, although she tries hard not to be. This year ' s prefects: Dodi Blaylock, Anne Boulton, Lynn Buch- anan, Barb Busing, Sheila Fishbourne, Pippa Hall, Danielle Kraus, Jeanie IVlacleod, Martha Smitli, and Florence Vack kept up a pretty good morale despite the many problems, crises, and hectic moments that arose. It was a pleasure working with them all, and 1 would like to thank them for their efforts and help. Good luck to next year ' s prefects and head girl. Heather McConnell Head Prefect EXCHANGES RECEIVED 1968-69 Alma College, St. Thomas, Ontario. Benenden School, Cranbrook, Kent, England. Bishop ' s College School, Lennoxville, Quebec. Branksome Hall, Toronto, Ontario. Crofton House, Vancouver, B.C. Gordonstoun School, Elgin, Morayshire, Scotland. Havergal College, Toronto. King ' s Hall, Compton, Quebec. Loyola College High School, Montreal. Netherwood, Rothesay, N.B. Norfolk House School, Victoria, B.C. Quebec High School, Quebec. St. Helen ' s School, Dunham, Quebec. St. Margaret ' s College, Christchurch, New Zealand. St. Mildred ' s College, Toronto. Selwyn House, Montreal, Quebec. Strathcona Lodge, Shawnigan Lake, B.C. The Study, Westmount, Quebec. Trinity College School, Port Hope, Ontario. 18 BARCLAY HOUSE Back row: Shelley Johnson, Celia Ross, Susan Solymoss, Helen McCtHI, Judy Bates, Ver- onica Pimenoff, Jackie Warren, Christina Vincelli, Mary Ann Cipriano. 3rd: Ann Roberts, Matilda Baktis, Donna Morton, Sophie Andrews, LesUe Goodson, Johanne Perreault, Erica More, Anne Shaddick, Anne Charest. 2nd: Gay McDougall, Lynn Buchanan, Pam Halpenny (Red Cross Rep.), Nancy Draper (House Head), Heather McConnell (House Head), Marie Gauthier (V Rep.), Susan Pritchard, Donna Cochrane. Front: Chris-Ann Nakis, Susan Ogilvy, Rita Pilgrim, Evelyn Konopko, Susan Charest, Elizabeth Rothgeb. Absent: Hanna Deutschenschmied, Gail Gilbert, Kathie Milnes, Candy Newton. BARCLAY HISTORY ' ' Tende bene et alta pete. " Barclay House is one of the original four Houses which began at " Traf " in 1938. It owes its appellation to The Rev. Dr. Barclay, D.D., Ll.D., who was for many years President of the Board of Governors of Trafalgar School. Dr. Barclay was devoted to education in all its branches, and Trafalgar was his " pet " school. There was hope that Barclay might become the " pet " House of Trafalgar. Dr. Barclay set a wonderful example in athletics, as he was well known for his high ideals of physical training. Although points for the House do not always come in by truck loads, " We try harder " . TANAMOU! The market-place is lively. Meat has come in. A long line waits while butchers hack up pieces and throw them in the women ' s pails on top of dry fish, red pimentoes, manioc roots, and salad. A woman, her child on her back, haggles over the price. Stray dogs wait eagerly for bits of bone tossed to them from the door. Ducks and hens peck at the flies on a cow-skin drying in the sun. The odour of the badly tanned liide does not seem to bother the old, tootliless man nearby, sitting on a box, selling pink and black cola nuts. Women, seated on the ground beside tubs of salad and tomatoes, scream out their goods to passers-by. Their small children play in the red dirt. One cries; his mother picks him up and gives him her breast. Straw roofs protect oranges, pineapples, mangoes, and papayas from the hot sun. Fhes settle on bruised fruit. A child, a leather band around his hips, holds a mango in both hands, while the sticky, sweet juice drips, forming yellow-orange streaks down his brown body. Every once in a while, a man or a woman spits out saliva noisily. Ramadam is abnost over. They will be able to eat again. A woman examines the " pagnes " a vendor has on display. While she fingers the blue and white cloth, he lies in a hammock sideways, his head on his arm, his cotton hat pushed back, his baggy pants overlappuig the swing. He slirugs arid yawns as the woman declares in a shrill voice tliat he ' s cheating her. Business will be good again. Ramadam is nearly over. Everyone will need cloth for new clothes. The shoemaker ' s hainmers become less vigorous as the sun moves up overhead. It will soon be noon, time for rest, time for siesta. There will be quiet in the market-place, but everything will start over again, as it has done every day, and as it will always continue to do. It is part of life, the hfe of a small African town, the life 1 love. Heather McConnell, Form VI B A TRUE HERO Joe stood in the centre of the girls, a reckless and determined hero, sacrificing his safety to make sure that none of his fans were hurt by the savage serpent basking insolently in the sun. That wick- ed and evU monster (no doubt descended from fire-eating dragons) eleven inches in length, with markings of sinister yellow and green, knew not its crime of living or, daring to lie in the sun, and was com- pletely unaware of an enemy until long shadows fell on it. HOUSE EDITOR: ANN ROBERTS These poor girls; no one to protect them except Joe. That poor Joe; no one to protect him from insignificance except their brutal idolatry. That poor garden snake; no one to protect it at all. Brave Joe, throwing tlie dirt at the beast to keep it at bay. Frightened girls, shrieking and giggling at the reptile ' s retreat. Unknowing snake, not understanding its sin and pain, and wishing for peace. And with yet another majestic gesture from Joe, that of throw- ing a heavy stone upon the serpent ' s body and head, the snake was plunged into the abyss of death, viewing Lovely shades of Ught, Singing, wild flashes Of colour. In its eyes A reflection of falseness Joe and his fans (full of praise for that brave deed) went off laughing, and secure in knowing that the world was now a safer place. Gay McDougaU, Form VI B LE MONDE Le monde est tres grand, le monde est cruel, II n ' est pas aimable, U n ' est pas content. 11 est plein de giierres, de maladies, De morts, de famines et de peines. Les pays se battent pour leur reputation Et ils ne pensent ni a vous ni a moi. lis enlevent nos hommes; ils prennent notre argent Pour construire des canons pour se battre davantage. La campagne semble belle avec des champs, des lacs, Des arbres, des oiseaux et le soleU. Mais vient une guerre et elle n ' est plus belle Avec des morts, des famines et des peines. Le monde est corrompu; plein d ' aversion. Tout le monde veut la puissance; ils ne veulent plus, Personne ne veut plus: I ' Amour. Le monde, le monde; ou s ' en va le monde? Nancy Draper, Form VI A 20 AN ODE TO ROBERT FRANCIS KENNEDY Slowly; Almost in silence. The train pushed on. Everyone was tired. Perhaps frustrated. But. They are known For never giving in. They pushed on. They stopped at every station, Every stop. There was absolute silence. But. My imagination? The heat perhaps? All I hear. His, The survivor ' s, Heart, Throb. After dark we arrived at Arlington. Young and old Alike were there. Family, Friends, And clergy, and one lone mourner. Freckles, A dog. This Was his master ' s victory. He, Could be with the great ones. And, In the distance, - " Glory, Glory, Hallelujah. " Helen McGill, Form 111 B THE PONY A dusty yellow road in the ardent solar rays was a golden ribbon zigzagging in a green land. Greedy farmhouses, which seemed to en- gulf the sun ' s rays to nourish their pride, were lined up along the road within close proximity of each other. A little cloud of dust progressed around a bend whistUng: " J ' ai du bon tabac dans ma tabatiere. J ' ai du bon tabac, tu n ' en aura pas. " Long pendulous braids flopped on the little girl ' s back as she shuffled her bare feet in the Ught dust. Her progress was slightly delayed by a distraction caused by a family of birds housed in a taU poplar. With only a few seconds for count-down, a volley of pebbles attacked the screaming birds who fled their antagonist . " I ' m not bad with the slingshot, " she mused as she discovered a baby bird injured by one of the projectiles. His feeble attempts to fly produced a grin on the girl ' s face, and she pursued her way. Crawling on her stomach in the tall grass near her home, the alert tomboy observed a giant butterfly, as a panther observes his prey. The big black and orange-vwiged insect, perched on a dandelion, proceeded unsuspectingly to clean its antennae. The little girl crept still closer. " 1 bet this is the biggest butterfly there is, " thought the keen observer. " Even the girls in my class who have collections don ' t have such big and pretty ones. " Like the agile panther, the child acted with precision. " I wonder if he: was the only one, " she questioned, as she exam- ined the dead butterfly ' s crumpled wings in her tiny hand. " Delilah! Come at once, my daughter. " The barefooted maid skipped to her mother ' s caUing. The mother, gently squeezing her daughter ' s shoulders, explained: " Delilah, you ' re a big girl now. 1 know that you will understand what I ' m about to tell you. " The mother paused for emphasis. " Your father, " she pursued, " has been v orking very hard, but still the crops are ruined because of the hurricane three weeks ago. Since no crops means no money, we have sold your pony, Samson, to pay the rent. The man who is coming to buy him tomorrow also has an eight-year-old daughter, who will take good care of him. " Throughout this lecture the child ' s face remained constant. Her mother tenderly embraced her and sent her out to play. Outside, the wind was hurrying httle balls of tumbleweed along the way. " The man has a httle girl who will have your pony " was the statement that went around and around in the httle girl ' s head. Another girl would have her pony! Suddenly she started with a determined pace towards the bam. Samson greeted his mistress with a happy neigh as he perceived her beside his stall. Delilah rubbed noses with her pony and gave him a handful of sugar cubes. Saying good-night to her pet, she drew near the barn door. " The fine wheat dust in th e air and the dry straw will burn well, " she thought, as she lighted a match. Marie Gauthier, Form V A LA MORT La mer semblait calme mais elle ne I ' etait pas. L ' equipage du vaisseau, " Faithful " tirait furieusement sur les voiles. C ' etait une tentative desesperee mais futile. L ' eau entrait dans les cabines in- ferieures. La goelette souvcnt etail allee en mer auparavant sans desastre mais une exception etait evidente. Quelques hommes essayaient de boucher les fuites pendant que les autres enlevaient l ' eau avec toute leur force. C ' etait en vain. Les marins savaient que c ' etait la fin. lis attendaient leur destin en silence. Sur la mer tranquille leur navire fidele se couchait avec le soleil. Hanna Deutschenschmied, Form IV A 21 VAGABOND It was the hottest day in Pine Valley for seven years. There wasn ' t a cloud for miles around, and everything was green and flourishing. Annie Wyatt strolled lazily along the country road ; it was too hot to run. " Hey, Anthea, " a voice called from behind, " Wait up, will ya? " Annie, stopped dead in her tracks. The little neighbourhood pest was back on her trail again. She turned around slowly and, with a determined look on her face, marched up to Jay. " Git! " she yelled in his ear. " Git yourself! " shouted Jay back at her. Annie knowing she couldn ' t outwit the little seven-year-old, proceeded on her way. " Where ya goin ' , Anthea? " " That ' s none of your business, " answered Anrue coolly. " Okay, then I ' ll follow ya. " " Just try it. " Annie broke into a run and soon enough lost Jay. She was exhausted and sat down on the bank of a stream border- ing the woods. It was about noon, she figured, since the sun was right overhead and the day had become hotter. The cool water felt so good on her hot face that she didn ' t even hear the footsteps approaching from behind her. " Give me a hand, will ya, honey? Ma foot ' s done gone to fes- terin ' . " Annie turned back suddenly, and there stood a lame old man. He was a pathetic sight. A pair of torn pants and a knapsack strapped to his back were his only belongings. His right foot was wrapped in wet moss. Aimie said nothing, but took the old man ' s hand and helped him down the slightly sloping bank. " What happened to your foot that it ' s all swellin ' Uke that? " I done went an ' stepped on a snake, that ' s what, " repUed tiie old man, splashing water on his face. " Not ' cause it ' s ma pastime or nothin ' but my eye, it started to water like it always does on a steamin ' day like this, an ' I couldn ' t see two feet in front o ' me. " Annie looked at the old man slurping up the fresh spring water. She hked him. " TeU me, honey, what ' s your name, if it ain ' t Florence Night- ingale? " " Oh, my name ' s Anthea Wyatt, " laughed Annie, " but you kin call me Annie. That ' s what everybody calls me, ' cept the little pest who lives down the way. " The old man stared into the stream as if he could see through the bottom. " Don ' t suppose any little fishes swim around in this brook. 1 haven ' t eaten anythin ' since yesterday mornin ' , an ' even that was a pretty skinny rabbit, if I ever saw one. " Annie turned abruptly. " Why don ' t ya come to my house? My maw kin give ya a real good meal. My maw is the best cook this side of the lake. She ' s even got a ribbon t ' prove it. " " Aw, well that ' s real nice, o ' ya, but 1 don ' t wanna barge inla yer family life like that. ' Sides, 1 gotta git movin ' on an ' find a job, if I can. " Annie stood up defiantly. " Well, my maw doesn ' t find bein ' nice to folks any trouble. " The old man chuckled at the girl ' s determination. He lifted him- self up awkwardly onto his good foot. " Better git started if we wanna make it before nightfall; ma foot ' s not good for walkin ' yit. " The old man stretched out his hand, and Annie took it and held on tight. The two plodded along the country road together, until they disappeared into the horizon. Veronica Pimenoff, Form V B ENTWINED Love, hate, together they mingle. Bitter, sweet, the two entwine. Heart meets soul, and the two caress. With love, hate, does anything matter? The two so close, the mind is found. Stiff from fear — Loose with awe — together, forever, the two entwine. Donna Cochrane, Form VI A DAVID ' S EYES The forest was silent and green. But it had been green for cen- turies. Fallen trunks of trees decayed, and were invaded by numer- ous minute foragers of the insect world. The sun had shone for cen- turies, countless days, and its metaUic beams split the green and dark of the woods. Slender and rotund trunks cut the light, white sky into strips of darkness. David ' s eye followed the roots to the top branches, the top branches to the roots of every tree, again and again. He checked tlie directions of every bamboo shoot and every clump of dry weeds. He listened. He heard the silence so well that he would detect any disturbance or rearrangement of it. He knew, thougli, that there was, most likely, anotlier pair of eyes and ears waiting for his mistake. It did not come that day, nor had any mistake come for the past three weeks. Along the edge of the woods, David continued his surveillance, leaving just a yard of foliage be- tween himself and the open area. " Do you see anytliing, David? " David raised his hand. David saw nothing. Witii the same plodding, the two men returned to a cluster of five huts. Casey was leaning against some cases of ammuni- tion whittling a bamboo whistle for his son. " Anything, David? " David shook his head. He saw nothing. " Well, David, if you didn ' t see anything, there ain ' t anything or anybody round here. Right? " " Yes sir; nothing. " He agreed to that statement, but he added, " There must be something though. " " What ' s that, David? There was something? " " No, not that 1 could see, but they have to be somewhere. For the past week I ' ve been out there, everywhere. Nothing. " 22 " M ' be they ' ve heard that David ' s out there lookin ' for them, so they retreated into their submarine rice paddy caverns. You just keep those baby blue eyes peeled for them rascals. You ' ll latch onto them pretty soon. " Casey bent his head lower, and closer to David, and indicated the crown of his head. " Old bean ' s givin ' me signals. " " Signals? " " Yeah! Like morse code; two hours ache, one hour jabby, goes on like that. Means th ' enemy ' s comin ' . My head never fails; always worked in tlie last war when the shell exploded near my bed. Y ' know, me and you ought to work out a deal: my head, your eyes. " " I ' ll be on the watch. " It was a matter-of-fact statement. David had said it every night. For six hours he would sit in the darkest part of a gloomy night. Scouting tlie voids of the jungle for any sign of life other than the croaking frogs and the drone of insects, David would wait until morning. In the morning David would have the light of an occidental sun to aid him in finding the enemy and the traps they had laid. He slept on a matted rug of bamboo leaves, and during that night the cool, damp air sent a chill through his tired but ready body. He shivered, and he dreamed dreams that proved the life he now led, a nightmare. For once, he did not see tlie blood, broken, splintered bones, skin tightly bound to thin bones, or sad, wrinkled faces. He could see his parents and brothers; he could feel the cold, but it was snow and crisp winter air. He could see his friends whom he used to go around with. He could touch the freedom. He was a prisoner of war, but had not yet been captured by the enemy. David awoke with bleary eyes to an orange dawn. Black puffs of smoke drifted through the sky to dissolve into nothing. David tliought " . . . . and nothing I saw. " Casey squatted at the hut ' s entrance with liis helmet balanced on his knee and his submachine gun slung across his shoulder. " Hey, David, wipe the sleep from your eyes. M ' be we ' ll catch a few of them rascals, eh? " " Yeah, Casey, " David murmured, as he grabbed his rifle and reached for his helmet. He always reached first for his rifle. It was what he had learned, and he always thought it most beneficial for his health. A new day had dawned and a new chance to do a job that he had been trained to do. The air was stUl cool, but in a few hours the sun would scorch anything without the protection of the overhanging trees. The march began; the five men filed out into the depths of the jungle. David began his surveillance of every part and every form of life of the jungle. His eyes darted past a clump of dry weeds, but they returned and rested on the clump, which never moved. Then it breathed. David had stood stiU for a few minutes, and Casey and the other men had not moved. David signalled an ad- vance, and they spread out to flush and intercept the enemy. David set himself a semi-circular path towards the side of the weeds. His eyes never strayed from the target as he crept on. With the suddenness of imminent death, rifle shots and screams filled the air. The weeds had not breathed again, and David had not moved. His hps were dry, and he bit his lower Up tensely, not nervously. He checked his cocked rifle with his hands, not his eyes, and took a step forward. The world was black. The blackness was not night, for there were no stars or moon or candles burning. There was no movement in his body, ordy slight pain in his head. He felt warmth on his face and eyes, and he tried to bUnk a substance from his eyes. He remembered a shot from his left and then a recurring shot from be- huid. After the first one, David knew he must have fallen, and he had felt the tightness in his throat as he tried to scream. He knew that it must be blood ebbing from his face and bUnding his eyes. He only hoped that tliat was true, that it was only blood blinding him and not scraps of metal. " Oh boy, you are a mess. Them eyeballs of yours is hanging out. No more sightseeing, David. Don ' t worry. You ' U live, and we ' ll get to an aid station safe and sound. Private! Give me a hand. David you should a seen that httle feUa jump when I got him. I told you my head never fads, an ' now you got one that might work. " Casey laughed and kept talking and murmuring about life and the httle fella he had shot. David was numb, except for a shiver and the thought of an accompanying winter scene. Ann Roberts, Form V B j THE LOST DOG He was obviously lost. His tail drooped and he whimpered pathe- tically as the people of the city hurried about their business. No one noticed the poor little dog except me. He wouldn ' t have looked too bad if he had had a bath. Under the grime of the city existed a tawny brown coat. Around his muzzle, silver hairs mingled with tlie brown. On his cliest, too, the mixture gave a somewhat mottled look uiitd it slipped into the wide white ruff. One paw was sus- pended in tlie air as the small nose sniffed tliis way and that. All of his underside and legs were covered with filthy slush. He wore no collar, but he must have been somebody ' s pet for no bones showed themselves. Aimlessly he wandered about, sniffing at legs, and often receiving a pushing shove. He whimpered some more as the cars zipped past his nose. The minutes passed. Still the crowd did not seem to notice. Finally the furry head was lowered dejectedly onto his paws. If only something could be done to make this one small member of the world happier. But the people did not care, and i was only a lamp-post. Kathie Milnes, Form IV B 23 GUMMING HOUSE Back row: Kathy Feig, Nancy Wall, Dale Dansereau, Martha Smith, Nina Jezek, Paula Engels, Annemette Jorgensen, Estelle Limoges, 3rd: Marie Anne Laforest, Carol Preston, Mary Stephen, Madeleine Roellinghoff, Valerie Westover, Elizabeth Harcourt, Kathy Fletcher, Diane May. 2nd: Jeannie Saros, Froma Saxe, Nabiha Atallah (Red Cross Rep.), Sheila Fish- bourne {House Head), Joan Fletcher (House Head), Louise Pigotf ' F. ftepJ,Debbie Hughes, Gina Schnabel, Wendy Verrier. Front: Christina Stephen, Maureen Burns, Lonny Wall, Lois Anderson, Kim Fitzgerald, Isobelle Best, Diana Snigurowicz. Absent: Karen Bird, Anne Boulton, Vivien Law, Marianne Stoffregen. GUMMING HISTORY Facla non verba ' ' Cumming House is named after Miss Janet L. Cumming, Principal of Trafalgar from 1917 to 1940. It was during Miss Cumming ' s period in office that the Houses were es- tablished. Miss Cumming loved Trafalgar, and it is a great honour that we can carry her name into the future. Cumming is the only House to have had two names. Always the ' blue ' House, Cumming was originally known as Riddell House, after Mr. Alex F. Riddell, who was Secre- tary of the Board of Governors of the Trafalgar Institute from 1877 to 1929, and a Governor from 1929 to 1932. Mr. Riddell took a great interest in the School, and never tired in providing advice to further education. Thanks to Miss Cumming and Mr. Riddell, to say nothing of the House Mistresses and girls, Cumming House has a history to be proud of. 24 HOUSE EDITOR: LOUISE PIGOT OUR FUTURE? A trace of cosmic dust. A bit of radiation. The far astronomers rushed— to write— " There once was a planet third from the sun. " Sheila Fishbourne Form VI A PEOPLE When God created man He made them different colours. But each one has a heart and soul And feels Uke all the others. So we must be kind to everyone No matter what they are. In being kind, I ' m sure that they Will love us more by far. Some day peace and happiness Will spread through all the earth. But it must start with you and me. Even if we are the first. Lonny Wall, Form II " MUSTARD! PLEASE! " " Us. " " Yes. " " Seven glasses of water. " " You can ' t count. " " I want two. " " 1 can count — 1 can ' t carry. " " I ' ll go with you. " " Us too. " " Sit down; three is enough. " " 1 flunked my Chemistry. " " Guess who just spilled her water? " " She pushed me. " " Macedonia was in Rome. " " Could you ask Jo to pass the mustard? ! " " What happened in 206 B.C.? " " We aren ' t there yet. " " OUCH! " " What are you doing in the Gym Dem? " " Can I have some more? " " Exercises. " " JUDO exercises. " " Who has the mustard NOW? ! " " How did you do in your EngUsh? " " 1 feel sick. " " Well, you ' ve only had four mUks! " Stop talking! Miss Harvie is standing and looking at us! " Did someone ask for the mustard? " Nabiha Atallah, Form IV A AT LUNCH " What ' s there to eat today? " " Did you do your math? " " What math? " " Neither did I, " " Can I please have the mustard? " " What did you think of the history test? " " UGH! " " Who kicked me? " " Please pass the mustard. " " How ' s your foot? " " Sore. " " Who defeated the Persians? " " Julius Caesar. " " Mustard! Please! " " Where ' s my spoon? " " Did Darius win the battle in 509 B.C.? " " My hot dog has mould on it! I know— we studied it in Biology! " That ' s relish. " " Kathy, stop hogging the mustard! " " I stiD can ' t do an aerial walkover. " " Can 1 go get some water? Anybody else want some? " " I do. " JUNE When that hot June with his sonne-beams brighte The work of May hath made to leave us quite. And soothed every throbbing heade in thoughte Of fuUe three months with booke-worke naught; When questing breezes with hire cooling breath In every wight ' s bodie inspired hath The spirit of games, of balle and of nette, Among the leaves in gardens drippynge wette After that from the cloudes, showeres Ughte Y-fallen have, to maken aUe brighter- Then longen folk to seken hire friendes. And from lerninge hire ways they wish to wende; Then are they intercepted by EXAMS, And on alle wordly joys are placed bans. So now, for that they heedless were of studie, In joyous June they pay the penaltie. Vivien Law, Form IV B 25 ESCAPE FROM POLAND (3n the first day of Septen ber, 1939, (lerinany began its invasion of Poland from the west. Just seventeen days later Russia attacked from the east, and in three weeks Poland had been crushed between the two armies. However, students in Poland ' s universities began an underground movement for the freedom of Poland. In the University of Lwow, in eastern Poland, there were two brothers, Rotnan and Staszek. They worked hard in the Underground throughout the winter, but in February tlie Russian secret police came to Staszek ' s room and arrested him. Roman discovered that a counter-spy had dent)unced Staszek and knew that ihev would now be looking for hini also. For the next few days he was constantly on the move, always sleeping at a different house and never returning to his own room for fear of being captured Soon he realized, however, that he could not go on hiding forever and decid- ed that he would escape from Poland and join the Pt)lish army then being formed in the Mi(hlle f.ast. The I ' luler- ground arranged for him to meet with nineteen others and two guides at a herder ' s shack in the mountains near Lwow. The group of twenty-one, which included three women, left early in the morning on April 17, 1940. They realized the hardships they would have to ccdurc, for it was forty miles to the Hungarian border, and they would have to stay away from roads and villages to avoid the Russian troops. Because it was spring, the snow was melting, and sometimes they would sink up to their waists in the soft snow of the forests. They carried very ' little food with them, and when they were thirsty they drank snow or water from the mountain streams. Their only weapons were six revolv - ers and one shotgun with a small amount of amnnuiition. After walking all day, they came to the home of peas- ants known to the guides. The people were friendly and gave them food and offered them the attic to sleep in. All the next day they stayed out of sight and rested. That night, as they ploughed through the woods, they continual- ly heard bears growling in the distance. By the early morn- ing they were near the border and were stopped in their tracks by a stream swollen, by recent melting snows, into a raging river. They could not cross in broad daylight, but when darkness fell they joined hands in a chain and attemp- ted the crossing. The stones slid from under their feet, the fast current pulled them under, and after many attempts, they realized that they would have to cross the river at the bridge in the nearby village. Cautiously, they crawled up to the end of the bridge and waited for the clouds to obscure the moonlight. Then, silently, in single file, they crept across the bridge. Suddenly a dog started to bark, and with- in seconds other dogs joined in. A light appeared in one of the houses, and frantically they ran across the bridge and flung themselves into the ditch of slush and snow on the opposite side. They lay in the freezing water for fifteen minutes until the noise had subsided and the dogs were quiet. Then very quietly they rose and continued on their way. The border was now only one hour ' s journey away, and when tliey came to the foot of the hill, the guide told them llial on ihr other side was Hungary. However, between ihcni aiul freedom were the Russians patrolling the top of the liiil uilh (ierman shepherd dogs. They decided that if ihey were seen and ordered to stop, Roman and six others who carried weapons would shoot it out with the Russians, allowing llie rest of the party to circle round to the right through a valley ami escape to freedom. Again, as a dark cloud covered the moon, they raced for the frontier. Suddetdy, a Russian voice shouted, " Stop! " dogs barked furiously, and they heard the whine of bullets. Immediately the firing party dropped to the ground and started return- ing their fire. The larger group moved to the right to cross at a different poijit amongst the Russians. Seconds later, there was a terrific explosion and then the sound of dogs whining anil men screaming from pain. Roman and the others discovered later that a Russian soldier was wounded as he was about to throw a hand grenade. He dropped the grenade, which exploded, injuring the dogs, killing some men, and wounding others. Their hearts pounding, the Poles got up and ran for their lives across the border into Hungary. All of them reached safety, not knowing where the rest of their party was, so they hid in the bushes and waited lor daylight. The next morning tliey saw Hungarian soldiers advancing in a line towards them at the bottom of the hill. They were taken where the rest of tlieir group welcomed them with open arms. But fate had one more blow in store for them. The Russians demanded their return because they had kill- ed and wounded some of their men and dogs. The Hungar- ians, who were not at war with Russia, should normally have returned them, in which case they would have faced a firing squad, but there was, in their group, the son of an official in the Polish Diplomatic Service in Budapest. Through his influence, they were all allowed to stay in Hungary. Two weeks later, Roman said farewell to the rest of the escape party and started his journey to the Middle East to join the Polish army being formed there. During the Second World War, there were thousands of escapes from occupied countries across thousands of miles of frontier, but 1 have a special pride in telling this story — for Roman is my father! ! Nina Jezek Form V B 26 HONG KONG " PEARL OF THE ORIENT " AND HE WILL BE CONDEMNED I like to go window sliopping along St. Catherine Street. Sometimes I go into the little fancy stores and pick up a thing or two tliat catch my eye. I always turn them upside- down automatically, and most of the time I find the words " Made in British Colony Hong Kong " . Yes, Hong Kong, the little island where I came fr om, the little island that used to be my home, the little island that 1 love so much I lived in an apartment building in the suburbs in Hong Kong. From the balcony of my flat, I could see the valley surrounded by hills and a piece of grassland spreading from the valley. The grassland trimmed the deep blue sea, wliich stretched far across the surface of the earth until it touched the sky. There was a beach there by the grassland called Deep Water Bay. It was only one of the many beaches in Hong Kong. We used to go swimming every morning when the air was fresh and the sun was just rising. Sometimes it got so hot that even the sea water was warm. Imagine when the temperature rises to 94 " Fahrenheit! Even in winter we used to go to the little cafes by the sea and spend a pleas- ant windy afternoon sipping tea or coffee. The sea was glamorous in the afternoons. It shimmered like a diamond under the blazing sun. If we really wanted to experience " life in the country " , we used to go to the New Territories, which were lent to the British government by the Chinese Republic. Farmers and fishermen lived there, and most of the plains were fields where rice was grown. Cows and sheep could be seen on the road, or on the muddy grassland near the highway. Tourists liked to go there because there they could find what they had always thought was the real way the Chinese lived. Many Chinese-style temples and gardens were built to attract tourists. The city itself was as enchanting as the suburbs. We used to walk all over the town, just window-shopping. It was so glamorous at night with all the neon lights and cars. It was like a plate of different coloured jewels. Beautiful, beauti- ful! Yet I always loved the suburb ' s lights better, where, on the pitch black sea, a few dim yellow lights were moving around, and in the sky above, the stars were winking their bright little eyes, and the moon was moving gracefully and slowly across the sky like a noble lady. The little insects in the forest sang sweet little tunes, and got occasional applause from the dogs in the houses nearby. It was so peaceful at night! Every night felt like a Christmas Eve. And the things we used to do there — walking along the shady road, sitting on a rock listening to the waves, lazing on the grass in the military cemetery, running barefoot in the stream in the hills in a heavy rain, floating on the crys- tal sea, shaking hands under the water, leaning against the closed door to listen to the roaring wind in a storm, oh, and millions of other little things we used to do. Fifteen years on that little island; I am glad those years have not been wasted. Mary Stephen, Form VI B A young man stood in silence, A sheet of paper in one trembling hand; Slowly his empty hand grasped a metal object, Then he was still. His once clear head became cloudy — His brain became a colloid of rushing thoughts; He had thoughts of his brothers — Men of all colours and creeds; His thoughts were of the hate and prejudice of man. And in the back of his tortured mind Was fear. And though this feeling of self-fear was minute in proportion to his universal concern — It was there. It accompanied the other multitude of thoughts — And why not? The man hesitated another flickering instant And then raised his hand. His heart beat wildly and he could not control his fingers. But somehow the flame was kindled, and the paper glowed. And then only the ashes remained. He looked at them blankly; Then he sat down. His entire body was racked with sobs. And he knew. Deep inside him he knew 1 1 r could never go to war. Paula Engels, Form VI A DEATH Death is a wondrous thing. She comes by day or night. Sometimes to those suffering. To relieve them from their plight. And what of us the living When one close to us dies? We weep and wail and wonder. But for whom? Therein my question lies. For the dead yet live on Somewhere far better than earth, In a place where races of any creed or colour Exist, without war, but with peace and mirth. Nancy WaU, Form V B 27 TOUT EST DEFENDU EUes causent, Elles se passent des notes. Elles rient der- iere leurs mains. Elles dessinent des caricatures des pro- fesseurs. Quand elles sont repriniandees, elles pleurnichent, " Tout est defendu. Nous ne pouvons rien faire. " Elles lisent leurs journaux, ieurs livres, leurs lettres, tout sauf ce qu ' elles doivent lire. Les livres sont confisques, et elles gemissent. " Nous ne faisions rien. Tout est defendu. " C ' est le probleine. Elles ne font toujours rien. Qu ' est-ce qu ' on pent faire? Elles ne se levent pas quand un professeur entre, mais elles font beaucoup de promenades pendant la le on. Quand le professeur leur dit d ' etre tranquilles, elles vagis- sent, " Oh, tout est toujours defendu. Nous sommes si mis- erables. " C ' est seulement leur faute. Qu ' est-ce qu ' elles veulent si elles ne font pas attention? Vivien Law, Form IV B THE LAST LIFE There was an old man silting on a hill gazing down at the village below. He was thinking of the old days when he was a boy. Then his thoughts changed to God. Was (lod really true? And if He was, who would come down and tell them, the people of earth? The man ' s name was Titroy, MacFeed Titroy, and he lived on a reservation for old people in China. The reserva- tion had many luxuries, i because it was the thirty-fourth century. There were robots for cooking, cleaning, and wash- ing, many radios and T.V. ' s, jets and rockets to fly to the moon or anywhere else, and a private swimming pool for each person. One night, Titroy dreamt an angel was in his room. When he woke up, the angel was still there. (The angel ' s name is Octaminius Diomeza. I will call him Oct Dio for short). Oct Dio said, " Titroy, you must, tonight, go around the world in your jet and take two censuses of all the good people. " Then Oct Dio vanished. Titroy got up and went through his fire-escape (it was in the ceiling) and onto the roof where his jet was. He went around the world in one hour and took two censuses. The next night, Oct Dio came again, and this time Titroy was up. " Titroy, " began Oct Dio, " give me one census and keep the other one. Go around the world again and pick up all the good people. " " Maybe the jet— " started Titroy. " Don ' t worry, the jet will hold them all. Maybe one or two people will be bad, but they will accidentally fall out. " Oct Dio sighed, " Once I was a bad person on earth. An angel came down in the night and told me if I wasn ' t good he ' d build a fire and throw me in. Now my Lord and Sav- iour, the Most Noble and Powerful Ruler of Heaven, the Almighty God has given the people of earth a chance. They wouldn ' t listen. He must now destroy the world. Now, to get back I will come back, after you ' ve brought the good people here. Then I will tell you what to do. " Oct Dio vanished. Titroy went up his fire-escape, and in one hour he was back with the good people. Oct Dio came back (in his jet) just as he said. He piled the people in and whispered to Titroy, " I will come back in five minutes. " Then he flew off. " Wait, but, but— " called Titroy after him. Oct Dio came back and handed him a small ball, weighing one ounce. " This is the improved atom bomb, im- [)roved by my Lord and Saviour, the Most Noble and Power- ful Ruler of Heaven, the Almighty God. Now you must plant and water this bomb on the hill. " Then O ct Dio vanished. Titroy planted the bomb on the hill. (This was about the middle of the night.) Then he watered it and it explod- ed. All the rocks went u[) in the air and the sky came down. The people were all screaniing and yelling. The whole earth and its moon were destroyed. After all the noise died away, Titroy ' s soul floated up to heaven, borne by Oct Dio. Diana Snigurowicz, Form II IN THEIR EYES I have seen it in their eyes, I have seen it in the sunrise. I have seen what we call love; Yet I have also seen the hate, the fear, the greed that makes us fall. Yet there ' s love, and there ' s warmth. And there ' s good and there ' s peace in us all. From the day that you are ' born ' . You are free to choose the form Of life that each of us would like to live. And you have the choice to share- To learn, to grow, to give, to care. And there ' s love and there ' s warmth. And there ' s good and there ' s peace in us all. When you see the beauty of a flower, When you look into a baby ' s eyes. Then, if you are gentle and are quiet. You will slowly start to realize. And when you do forgive The ones who make it hard to live. You ' ll find yourself beginning to grow strong. Understanding is the key To happiness— the will to be. And there ' s love and there ' s warmth, And there ' s good and there ' s peace in us all. Madeleine Roellinghoff, Form IV B 28 DONALD HOUSE Back row: Janet Blane, Judy Saylor, Monique Holloway, Lesley Martin, Kathryn Drummond, Sally Neale, Anne Martin, Sally Moore. 3rd: Lesley Harris, Susan Cantle, Brenda Kaine, Mi- chelle Kirkwood, Julia Morgan, Joanne Bird, Anne-Louise Boswall, Shelley Sala. 2nd: Janet Alsop, Joan Marshall, Anne Leger, Elizabeth Williams (Red Cross Rep.), Beverley Cole (House Head), Barbara Busing (House Head), Cathy Cash (V Rep.), Barbara Tabah, Wendy Gilker. Front: Karen Kendall, Elaine Frank, Joanne Neale, Susan Astle, Judy Molnar, Cora Sire, Claire Panet- Raymond. Absent: Dodi Blaylock, Carol Escobar, Sue Fulton, Gill Halpenny, Gay Ham- ilton, Sue Renaud. DONALD HISTORY Dr. Donald was the Chairman of the Board of Gover- nors from the year 1925 until 1945. He was the Minister of the Church of St. Andrew ' s and St. Paul ' s. Always interest- ed in Trafalgar, he enjoyed attending all the school func- tions. Donald House, named in honour of Dr. Donald, started enthusiastically in 1961. With this same enthusiasm, Donald House achieved the highest number of points this Chris tmas. In 1941, Riddell House had changed its colour from purple to blue, so when Donald House was formed, the members decided to revive the old royal colour. We would all like to thank Mrs. Terry for her support as House Mistress. 29 HOUSE EDITOR: CATHY CASH DESERTED ANGER He sat there in the darkness, his head hanging, his back bHstered and burning red from the fierce heat of the sun. His bare feet were raw and bleeding from the roughness of the cruel sand. How that sun killed him! But for a time he could forget that bright orb, for all that now remained of it was a faint rose flush at the edge of the horizon. As he watched, even that disappeared, and he was surrounded by black, complete black. But not quite, for there, over his left shoulder, shone the quiet moon, her liquid cold flood- ing the land. And, as he looked around him, he saw the stars, tiny and bright, appearing. His bleary eyes cleared and he could make out the shape of the Big Dipper. His body was racked with the pain of his sunburn, and a sweat broke out beneath his faded hair. A shower of sand blew over the desert, and with it, the cold wind. He started to shiver, and while his back burnt, he cried out in agony as the sand and the cold wind beat against him. Tears of pain and despair formed inkspots in the pale sand. He rose to his feet, determined to make some progress before dawn and the arrival of his enemy, who would once more burn his body and torture his soul. He stiffened and turned in a circle, sniffing the air. He was sure he smelled bacon frying. Oh, he could taste it now, the crisp fat burning his tongue, and fried tomatoes slipping down his throat. And the water! As much as he wanted! At this thought, he fell again to the ground and sobbed like a child. The sand was harsh on his body, and his lips were cracked and bleeding. Oh, he could never move again. He didn ' t care if he died. How much longer could he survive without water? He laid his weary head on the ground and closed his eyes. This was the end. Suddenly a square of hght fell on the sand, and a woman shouted, " Sammy, this is the last time I ' m calling you. If you don ' t get out of that sandbox right now, I ' m giving your supper to the dog! And the " dying man " raised himself and flew on winged feet to the back door. Janet Alsop, Form VI A What is it. Lord, that drives my blood To want to kill mine enemy. To stamp my foot and swear the words That offend and worry You? What is it. Lord, makes me withdraw From the love I used to know And feel a surge of rising mood. And wish unlawful thoughts? What is it. Lord, that makes me happy When I return a stunning blow Or accompUsh what I planned to do And hurt that human being? What is it, Lord? — Do You know Who guides me to these actions. And wishes my anger released. To cover up my age - old love? Oh Lord — after all — am I still a child of Yours? Sally Neale, Form IV B THE BEACH The sea was galloping grey and white, Sammy clutched his penny tight. We clambered over the humpy sand As we were walking hand in hand. There was a roaring in the sky, As the sea-gulls all flew by. We tried to talk, but had to shout, ' Cause everyone ' s voice was blown in doubt. Monique Holloway, Form III A 30 LA VIE COULEUR Le monde tourne, La vie continue, Les heures passent, Une annee est partie en une minute. Les gens demeurent, Les gens meurent, En une minute Des milliers de personnes naissent. Elles ont besoin de nourriture, D ' une place, d ' amour; Mais plus que tout De la vie, Pas d ' un monde avec Des haines, du naphte, Et des nuages De gaz enipoisonne; Pas d ' un monde avec Des batailles, des greves, Des protets, des famines, Des guerres, et la mort! Mais d ' un monde avec La paix et I ' amour, Et une comprehension De la realite de la vie Ou le temps N ' est pas important Ni la couleur de la peau. Mais qu ' on vive, Qu ' on ne soit pas seulement Une chose sans emotions, Pour etre employee par d ' autres. La vie est importante. Celle-la ne pent pas etre perdue Dans une guerre, Ou tuee sans un doute ou un regret. Pent etre que la paix et I ' amour Viendront dans les annees a venir. Si nous ne nous detruisons pas Avant cette heure. Janet Alsop, Form VI A Sans la couleur nous n ' aurions pas de vivacite dans la vie. C ' est une perspective de la vie des humains a laquelle beau- coup de personnes ne pensent pas. Les aveugles, les per- sonnes qui ne voient rien, comment vivent-ils? On a le noir, une couleur sans couleur mais quelles re- flexions quand on met d ' autres choses brillantes comme orange, rouge, violet, jaune et bleu royal. Blanc avec une autre couleur peut prendre la teinte qui donne un pastel. Les couleurs sont naturelles et donnent aux choses leur beaute. L ' orange de la grande balle de feu au lever de soleil dans le ciel bleu. Le ciel qui etait bleu-marine la nuit et qui change de couleur lorsque le soleil se montre. (Juand il pleut il y a des nuages gris et noirs, mais ils se dissipent et un arc de toutes les couleurs s ' etend jusqu ' a Thorizon. Dans une terre de boue croissent les fleurs multicolores; les plus belles, les roses, rouges ou jaunes ou blanches. On a des legumes, les carottes oranges, les betteraves rouges, les petits pois verts, et les haricots jaunes. Les forets ont en abondance tons les verts des feuilles des arbres, de I ' herbe, et des plantes. Dans les vergers il y a toutes les couleurs des arbres fruitiers. Un artiste qui veut repeter les couleurs a beaucoup de travail, mais ceux qui ont fait des tableaux n ' ont pas em- ploye le naturel. Le reaUsme est representepar les formes de couleurs. Pour moi la couleur est inqjortante dans ma vie. Elizabeth Williams, Form V B LAMAUVAISE JOURNEE DE MARIE Marie est une petite fille qui a onze ans. File est en six- ieme annee et elle est tres savante. File est la plus populaire de sa classc. Aujourd ' hui Marie est de mauvaise humeur. File se leve a sept heures et demie ce matin. File est tres paresseuse aujourd ' hui et elle ne fait pas son lit, ne range jias sa chambre et ne dessert pas la place a laquelle elle a mange son dejeuner. Ses parents la grondent et elle est en retard pour I ' ecole. Comme son professeur est surpris de voir Marie arrivee a I ' ecole en retard! " Pourquoi es-tu en retard ce matin? demande le professeur. " Parce que, " dit-elle impoliment. " Pourquoi es-tu de mauvaise humeur? " C ' est mon affaire! " Va chez le directeur! " crie le professeur. Quand Marie retourne, elle pleure, car le directeur s ' est fache avec elle. Quand I ' ecole se termine, Marie va vite chez elle, pour que personne ne lui demande de questions. Quand elle arrive a la maison, elle demand pardon a ses parents. Apres cela, tout est bien. La prochaine journee, quand elle va a I ' ecole, elle demande pardon a son professeur. II est tres content de voir que Marie est de bonne humeur aujourd ' hui. Maintenant tout va bien, et Marie travaille fort pour reparer ce qu ' elle a mal fait le jour avant. Claire Panet-Rayrviond, Form II 31 DREAM OR . . . REALITY? The young woman stood still for a moment; she stared out of the kitchen window and absent-mindedly brushed a piece of hair from h er eyes. She smiled as she saw her little boy playing in the front yard. Suddenly her joy turned to terror as her child saw a friend across the road and darted out to meet him. A truck turned the corner, and before she could scream a warning, the truck was gone, leaving behind a small crumpled heap on the road. Her eyes wide and blank with shock and disbelief, the woman ran out into the street. The friend had run scream- ing to get his mother. The woman knelt in the road and softly called his name. His eyes, such a briUiant blue, flick- ered open; the pupils were enormously dilated with pain, and his breathing was shallow. He murmured, " Mom? then his eyes closed. A long shudder shook his body, then he was still. She gently took his hand, bent her head, and waited. She did not know how long she waited there, crouched, animal- like, all thoughts washed out by shock. The last thing she saw was the cotton print of someone ' s dress, then all was black. When she awoke, the first thing she reahzed was that she was in her own bedroom, and that the grey-faced man sitting beside her was her husband. He looked at her with the blue eyes of her son, only his eyes were weary, appallingly weary. " How do you feel? " he asked. " Oh, not too bad, " she lied. " But you look so tired. How long have I been asleep? " " Well, you ' ve been unconscious for a week. You were in a severe state of shock. " " A week, but ... " " Our son ' s funeral was yesterday. We could not be sure when you would regain consciousness, and even if you did, the doctor said you could not possibly go through such things without a relapse and more serious consequences. " " What a terrible wife I am to leave you to bear all this alone. " " It wasn ' t your fault, darling; you couldn ' t help it. " She did not answer, but merely put out her hands. He took them, and she felt grief rushing on her like an over- powering wave before which she was helpless. Then she was in his arms, her sobs choking her, her tears obscuring all but her husband ' s arms around her. Time goes on. It went on for the couple. They moved away from that district, as neither could bear to live in the house where their son had lived or to look out on the street where he had died. They moved into a good, quiet neigh- bourhood and began to feel better. Perhaps, they thought, time really does heal all wounds. They were overjoyed when they found out another child was on the way. Their second child turned out to be another boy. Both of them were very happy, and only the woman had twinges of her old fears. When she looked at her son for the first time, however, all other emotions except joy left her. She took her baby home, and all settled down peacefully. The years passed without incident, until one day, about six years later, she was standing in her kitchen, looking out of the window. " Funny, " she thought, " I never realized be- fore how similar this house is to the other one: I can stand in the kitchen and see into the street just as in the old one. At that moment, her son ran past her shouting, " I ' m going out to play, mommy, OK? " " O.K., dear, but be careful! " " Yes, mommy, bye! " The woman returned to her dishwashing. A few seconds later she heard a scream " Mommy! " and the squeal of brakes. She looked up, and when she saw what was lying in the road, she dropped her dish and held the sides of her head. She began screaming; the walls seemed to be closing in on her, the blackness came rushing, rushing . . . Carole Escobar, Form VI B RESPITE I read of killing today. But my kite is flying high, And the sun is gentle on the trees. A winsome, winding wind Has been playing for hours in the field. Whipping the fresh grass in a Joyous dance. Childish spirits called me to the meadows. And my kite is flying high. Seagulls soar and wheel with it. Rocking the sparkling sky with laughter. Death shall haunt my night. But not this morning. Young and free and innocent, I ' ll run with my kite, red and white, For miles in daisy beds and grassy seas. Today I ' ll laugh, but I read of kilhng today, And the darkness will pressure My thoughts back to the streets of sadness, For happiness is but a fleeting thing. Dodi Blaylock, Form VI A 32 THE GOOD PRIEST Cold, damp night air clings to the skin. Suddenly in the darkness we see red, the fiery red of blood trickling down a dark forehead, mixing with the salty wetness of sweat drip- ping from his brow. A look of pain darts across his face. The skin around the deep hairline cut is swollen; that around one eye is black with bruise and crusted with blood. Gasp- ing for air, he lifts his stiff, battered body, his clothing now nothing but grimy rags. He peers around, watching with dark, frightened eyes. The alleyway is sombre. Rusted fire escapes reach for the tops of the dangerously leaning buildings. His foot moves. The sound echoes between the brick walls. Toward a light in the vague distance he crawls, stomach scraping the hard cobbles. He hears the rush of traffic, people ' s voices as they hurry by, and the sound of his heart beating inside the frame of bones which makes him equal to all mankind. Breathing becomes easier, but suddenly the pain shoots through his throbbing head again. " Help me, " he sobs, and his dark body collapses. Rain begins to fall on the injured figure huddled against the corner of the building. People rush by, people with pale faces, stony stares, thinking, in their own little worlds, of what is for dinner, of what will happen tomorrow, of mothers, fathers, brothers, aunts, of themselves. Those who take the second out to glance around agree, with contempt, only on the dark man ' s probable drunkenness and go on to complain of the state of the weather. Minutes roll by. Two youths saunter along the sidewalk, ignoring the rain, notic- ing all else. They stare at the huddled figure, a puddle of muddied water gathering round his head. Their curiosity impels them to move, to question. " Hey, this guy ' s hurt bad. " " Probably been beat up, " a look of fear crosses his face. " Let ' s clear out. We ' re in enough trouble already. We can ' t call the fuzz. " " Yeah, we might get blamed. " They shuffle off with mixed feelings, a confusion of fear and charity. The dark figure waits, unconscious. A large black umbrella bobs up and down, held high by a man in a dark coat. He watches the faces, hardened by worry and contempt, of the people he passes. The Hght of the street-lamp flickering in his face outlines his round white collar. His eyes fall on the injured man. He hastens to him, unsure of the ailment, and murmurs a short prayer . . . Two days later, in a hospital in the centre of the city, the dark man sits feasting on the nourishing food placed in front of him. A rebellious feeling rises, but it must be masked. The priest sits at the end of the bed smiling warmly. " I think I know what you are thinking, " he starts. " Your wobbly smile is gratification enough. " Elizabeth Williams Form V B CHESS CLUB The " Snake Pit Chess Club " was organized under the leadership of Cathy Cash. It began after the 1968 Christmas vacation as a sub-section of the Maths and Science Club. Soon it had enough members to become a club of its own. Mrs. Doupe and Mrs. Terry helped Cathy in organizing members and setting it up generally. Then Cathy took over. She has managed this new club well in making it a popular noontime occupation. The Chess Club meets every day after lunch in the VA classroom. There, the sixteen members compete amongst themselves. Many of the girls have learned to play chess this year as they had never had a previous opportunity. There is going to be a chess tournamentstarted after the Easter holidays. Every girl will be able to play everyone else. House points will be given to winners. The members of the Club are: Nabiha Atallah Joanne Bird Janet Blane Anne Louise Boswall Cathy Cash Anne Charest Mary Anne Cipriano Marie Gauthier Gail Gilbert Gay Hamilton Lesley Harris Colleen Heffernan Vivien Law Erica More Hanna Deutschenschmied Gina Schnabel Good luck, girls, in the playoffs! Janet Blane, Form V A 33 FAIRLEY HOUSE Back Row: Gina Alazraki, Jennifer Blachford, Jacalyn Clabon, Jessie Fiske, Martha Henry, Kathy Rolland, Georgia Clarke. 3rd: Pamela Kanter, Cynthia N unns, Susan Roy, Beverley McMullan, Marilyn Beaton, Janet Kearns, Rachel Ferrington, Karen Flam, Rosemary Okuda. 2nd: Lee-Anne Nicholson, Christine Okuda, Shirley Laskier, Lana Reasin (Red Cross Rep.), Laurie WooUey (House Head), Marie Florence Vack (House Head), Colleen Heffernan (V Rep.), Cynthia Smyth, Gail Millett, Jane Fiske. Front: Nicole Parizeau, Stephanie Luetticken, Sandra Grant-Whyte, Silvia Hidvegi, Lianne Vardy, Vivienne Oszadszky, Deborah Petrini. Absent: Catherine Chang, Annabelle Lancz, Debi Palmer. FAIRLEY HISTORY " Service before Self Fairley House was established in memory of the late Miss Grace Fairley, M.A. Miss Fairley was appointed Principal of the Trafalgar Institute in 1887 and retired in 1913, after twenty-six loyal and dedicated years of service to the school. Her departure from Montreal to her home in Edinburgh was a great loss to the community. After her death on February 1st, 1932, the " Grace Fairley Trafalgar Scholarship " was established, and is awarded to the pupil of Trafalgar who obtains the highest percentage in the McGill University Matriculation Examina- tions, and enters First Year at McGill. 34 HOUSE EDITOR; JESSIE FISKE NOEL Noel, mes amis, est une grande fete, Et qui, pensez-vous, a-t-on mis en tete? Mais oui, vous devinez, c ' est bien le Pere Noel. Et quand je pense aux cadeaux de mon frere Joel .... Je songe comme il sera heureux, Et comme il chantera la gloire de Dieu. II I ' a bien merite, pendant tout I ' Avent II I ' a passe en se sacrifiant. Demain, demain, oh! cher demain, Venez done vous deposer dans mes mains. Lee-Anne Nicholson Form IV B EIN ZUSAMMENTREFFEN IN DER NACHT Es ist eine schone Nacht iin Sommer. Ich will spazieren gehen. Ich nehme meine grosse goltlene Uhr, (die ich fiir meinen Geburtstag bekoininte) weil ich nicht zu spat zuriich kommen will. AUes ist dunkel und still. Kein Mensch in der Strasse. Ich fiihle mich ein bisschen einsarn. Plotzlich hore ich Schritte! Ich drehe mich, aber sehe nichts. Ich bin sehr furchtsam. Die Schritte werden lauter. Ich drehe mich noch einmals und erblicke einen grossen Mann wer lauft. Er schlagt mich aber sagt keine Entschuldigung und lauft weiter. Ich suche dann meine neue Uhr. Sie ist nicht in meiner Tasche! Der Mann war ein Taschendieb! Schnell gehe ich zuriick nach Hause und rule an der Polizei. Am Morgen finden sie den Mann, aber er hat nicht meine Uhr. Die Uhr war in meiner andere Tasche! Pamela Kanter Form VI B LES VACANCES Les vacances, quelle joie! Pas d ' ecole pour deux mois. Le vingt juin c ' est un jour particulier car c ' est le dernier jour de classe. Les examens sont termines et le travail est fini pour une autre annee. Finalement nous pouvons nous amuser. Pas de lemons ni de devoirs et nous sommes capables de dormir jusqu ' a midi. L ' ete, c ' est une saison parfaite pour les vacances car il y a tant de choses a faire. Nous pouvons nager, jouer au golf, faire du ski nautique, jouer au tennis, et monter a cheval. Malheureusement toutes les bonnes choses doivent se terminer. Avant longtemps il faut retourner a I ' ecole. Tres malheureux nous recommengons les classes, mais nous Savons qu ' il y aura toujours une autre annee et d ' autres vacances. Karen Flam Form IV A THE IN-BETWEEN SEASON It wasn ' t fall any more, yet it wasn ' t winter. It was cold but not freezing, grey but not snowing. It was a sort of in- between day, when Marnie woke up facing a decision that had to be made. Would she admit to Jesse that she had been wrong? To apologize would be submitting. The thought of that made her shiver, even under the warmth of her covers. But if she didn ' t, she ' d lose him, and then she would miss him so. She was used to him, needed him. Which one was worse? This was the question spinning around her mind. She thought back to all the pleasant times they had had together; she closed her eyes and let pictures of the past flicker across her mind. A smile crossed her pretty face; in an instant the smile was gone. She could see herself facing Jesse, apologizing. She could clearly see the smug look on his face. No, not ever! In Mamie ' s mind this would be worse than death. She snuggled farther down in her bed. With a jerk she sat up. She would apologize. The look of smugness would pass, and in its place would come a look of happiness, for hadn ' t Jesse enjoyed the times they liad had together, their long walks, their many months of being always together? She looked out of the window to see snow slowly drif- ting down. The in-between season was over . . . for now. Annabelle Lancz, Form V A 36 ESPOIR Dans les bois geles II y a deja I ' automne, La ou les feuilles abandonnent Leur vie pour couvrir le sol D ' une couverture epaisse. Les oiseaux se rassemblent en groupes Avec ardeur pres des rivages. lis partiront vers un paysage Plus gai pour retrouver L ' espoir qu ' ils ont perdu. Marie Florence Vack Form VI B THE SOFA Sandi sat down to rest on the bid, worn sofa with its faddd, torn covering. She was tired after a hard day at the office, and then cooking supper and feeding the baby. The sofa made her small, grey flat look even worse than it was. But then, the sofa itself had a sort of " crippled " beauty which added a dilapidated charm to the room. Its torn plush seat with the spring sticking out seemed to say, " You may think me ugly now, but in my youth I was beautiful. I was beautiful enough for your mother to love me. " The sofa had been her mother ' s wedding present. Her mother . . . gone from her now ... She had been so kind and understanding and so beautiful. She had worked hard all her life to support herself and her unemployed husband. How happy and yet sad she had been when Sandi decided to leave home to work and live on her own. The sofa had been her gift for what she had called " Sandi ' s un- furnished flat. SIO a week. Inquire within. " Not much of a gift, but all she had to give. Although she earned money, she was as poor as a pauper — the fault of a cruel tyrant of a husband — Sandi ' s father. How Sandi hated her father! It was her belief that he had been indirectly responsible for the death of her mother. She had loved him with all her heart, and it broke her heart to see him come home drunk after an evening with his rowdy friends. And the beatings! Drunken or not, if the least thing up- set him, her father would beat her mother until her body was covered with bruises. He had been a mean old man, thought Sandi, grimacing. Finally her mother had fallen sick and become worse and worse, while her father had become more and more drunk. Well, it was all over and done with. It had been almost seven years ago, and now Sandi had a husband of her own. Suddenly, Sandi heard a chorus of male voices singing and laughing outside on the street. Sighing, she rose from the sofa, covered the baby so it wouldn ' t get hurt, and ran to the door to greet her drunken husband. Rosemary Oku da. Form IV B 37 FEBRUARY 21, 1969 It had started out as one of those very normal days at Traf that never quite got off the ground. The Fifth Form Latin class began what promised to be a long and dread- fully drawn out morning. The Chemistry students took their leave, one by one, drifting down towards the lab. Fifteen uneventful minutes dragged by — " is that clear . . . are there any questions? No? Now . . . wishing for the future, " Miss Armbruster was saying. Down in the lab, Mrs. Doupe was carefully removing a large bottle of HCLfrom the shelf in order to conduct some experiments to soften hard water. She had barely loosened the stopper on the big jar of brownish-red liquid before it began to sizzle and bubble strangely. Suddenly panicky, Mrs. Doupe receded swiftly, pushing the inquisitive mob of would-be chemists back with her. " Back up — get away from it! That ' s nitrogen dioxide — open all the windows! Probably nitric acid somehow got mixed up with it — it might be dangerous . . All right, everybody out! " The giggling mob left readily for the V B classroom, while Mrs. Doupe directed her course with haste towards Miss Harvie ' s office and Mrs. Cornelissen ' s tele- phone, in a state of frenzy to reach the fire department. Meanwhile, back in the Latin class . . " It ' s a fire en- gine, squealed Veronica, making a bee-hne for the window. " It ' s stopped here! Fifteen Latin students tore towards the windows, charging past desks and vaulting over chairs. " Maybe the school is on fire, " said someone. " That ' s too good to be true, " replied Matty, still hopeful. " You mean we get a half day? " said someone else. Two more fire en- gines and a fire chief ' s car turned onto Simpson Street and halted by the school. Miss Armbruster, whose curiosity had been finally aroused, in spite of her insistence that there was no fire at Traf and that they only wanted to use the fire hydrant, approached the window to have a look. Two more fire trucks had arrived, and, from a protection squad car, two foremen emerged with a large canvas. " It ' s a bomb threat, " gasped Matty, while an ambulance screeched to a stop. Miss Armbruster, induced into making inquiries, left for Miss Harvie ' s office. By 9:35, Mrs. Doupe was at her post by the lab door, attempting to explain the situation individually to the dis- believing and rather amused firemen who poured into the room, armed with axes and sundry other equipment. " What happened? " .they continued to inquire,until someone help- fully suggested, " Here ' s the Chief; tcll him. " The fireman proceeded to a|iproach, handle and agitate the container of liquid, to the horror of Mrs. Doupe, who was convinced that it would explode any minute. The (Chemistry class, confined to the V B classroom, watched the bewildered firemen outside from desk-tops and chairs. " Did you hear what happened? " asked someone. " Yeah, wasn ' t there an explosion? " said Pip{)a. (That was the notorious " Echoes " Magazine Staff taking [)ictures again.) Meanwhile, back in the lab, a window screen having been removed, one courageous member of the Montreal Fire Department climbed a ladder, propped against the school building, took the reeking jar from another rather amused fireman inside the lab, and set it in the snow. In the meantime, Miss Harvie and Miss Holt having arrived to join in the fun, even Mrs. Doupe became slightly more relieved. " Aren ' t you going to get rid of it? " she inquired. " You ' re the chemist, " replied the Chief, making his exit. Un the street, the five fire engines, ambulance, protection squad car, and two fire chiefs ' cars began to move off, waving to the excited mobs that crowded the Simpson Street windows of Trafalgar School. After a few rather unsuccessful attempts to call the Latin class to order, Miss Armbruster was again free to pro- ceed with wishing clauses to her heart ' s content Down in the lab things were getting back to normal, further experi- menting having been postponed. Back in the garden, a lonely figure could be seen. It was Mr. Collas removing the troublesome jar. All that was left in the school as evidence of what had passed was the unmistakable stench of N02 and a few stray Fifth Form Chemistry students. Jessie Fiske, Form V A ROSS HOUSE Back row: Kathy McCuaig, Jo Wells, Nancy LaVigne, Liz Rubenstein, Jane Eddison, Ellen Nemec, Marie des Groseillers, Jane Lang, Laura Spafford. 3rd: Debbie Kraus, Carole Le- roux, Carol Halls, Dina Sabolo, Janet Clarke, Laura Parmeggiani, Doris Bynie, Susan Hindrichs, Stephanie Paterson. 2nd: Diane Pefanis, Mary Gonzales, J eanie Macleod (Red Cross Rep.), Pippa Hall (House Head), Danielle Kraus (House Head), Liane Schachter (V Rep.), Clothilda Budd, Jenny Madill, Gloria Waters, i ' r on Jean McKenna, Jo-Anne Racette, Jane Nemec, Virginia Boscunan, Fionnuola Byrne, Paola Parmeggiani, Ero Sait- anis. Absent: Diana Agar, Linda Sabolo. ROSS HISTORY " Suaviter in more, fortiter in re. " Ross House is one to be proud of, for it is named for the founder of our School, Donald Ross. Mr. Ross came to Canada at the age of fifteen. In his later life, he purchased a home on Cote des Neiges Road called ' Viewmount ' . Opposite this land he purchased the ' Trafalgar property ' . It was on this property that he intend- ed to build a girls ' school. However, owing to a legal stipu- lation, the site was transferred to its present location. ' The Trafalgar Institute ' was opened here in 1887. The Houses were established in 1938, with the principal aim of bringing upper and lower form girls together, work- ing for a common goal. The aim was to work in unison to gain points and honours for each of their Houses. Ross started out very well, coming first in the first term of its existence. The first House Mistress was Miss Bedford-Jones, herself an Old Girl. 39 FEB. 11, 1969 Quiet dawn, Street deserted, Sun to rise Over " The Hall " . Then cards Coining down. Like ' twas rain In the morn. Crowds come. With placards, While windows Break. Black smoke Bellows forth — Students protest. Quiet eve, Street deserted. Moon to rise Over " the mess " . Jane Eddison, Form IV A WATCHING DAWN Out of the dark night. As black as pitch. Watching the sun ' s rays. The earth starts to twitch. We, each, as sparrows Waiting for light, Sit here longing for The end of the night. Then over the hill. With one orange eye, Dawn sits there watching While in beds you lie. Diane Pefanis Form III B HOUSE EDITOR: LINDA SABOLO UN CANADA BILINGUE Aujourd ' hui, au Canada, il y a une grande controverse au sujet d ' un pays bilingue. II y a ceux qui craignent la perte de leur identite en apprenant une nouvelle langue, et il y a ceux qui insistent pour que tout le monde apprenne leur langue maternelle. Le monde actuel n ' est plus compose de petits bourgs isoles et independants; au contraire, il commence a devenir de plus en plus interdependant. C ' est absolument necessaire que toutes les races, tous les habitants de chaque pays se coniprennent, s ' ils veulent la paix, et un monde qui survivra. Alors, pour saisir les nuances, les subtilites de cultures dif- ferentes, il faut savoir la langue qui contient la clef de I ' enigme d ' une societe etrangere. Ici, au Canada, des membres de toutes les parties du monde se rencontrent, et pour batir un grand pays honore, lis doivent vivre cote a cote sans se causer aucun prejudice. Les groupes les plus grands, les Francophones et les Anglo- phones ont une histoi re ancienne d ' inimitie, mais ici, cela n ' est plus necessaire. Vraiment si cela continue, les resul- tats seront tragiques. Meme si on demeure dans un endroit seulement anglais ou frangais, la connaissance d ' une belle langue nouvelle ajoute une richesse sans prix a la vie. Je trouve que la question n ' est pas " Un Canada bilingue, oui ou non? " mais plutot " Pourquoi seulement deux langues? " Jean Macleod Form VI B ENGLISH CLASS We read, and as we scrape and peer and poke We kill the song and rend the slender thread of beauty. We laugh, and look with bleary, blinded eyes And bare the tender being to the raw and shameless light. The babble of speechless, squawking voices Stabs the quiet of a lonely, lovely life. And as we watch the oozing blood of poetry, We have no peace or humble silence To the crying wounded death. And so I witness murder and saymothing. Jeanie Macleod, Form VI B 40 THOSE TWO ROADS Polly stood there, just looking and thinking. From where she was, in the park, she could see the building where Jim worked. Tall and well-built, just Uke Jim, she thought. Around her, children played gaily in the grass. It was a beautiful day, and the sun shone its hardest as if to prove so. Far off, a train ' s whistle blew. Jim dropped his paper and swore under his breath. Suddenly, Polly took up her thoughts again. College life was great, she knew. Boy friends, fascinating new subjects to study. What more could she want? She loved Jim and knew he loved her. He wanted her for his wife. It would be a wonderfuF life. Children. They ' d have lots of children. She began to smile and her heart skipped a beat. Jim needs me, Polly thought. The train ' s whistle sounded again. Polly ' s excitement grew and she jumped up, forgetting where she was. As she did so, she bumped into a group of laughing college students. Instantly her gay mood vanished. She saw that they were in their own beautiful world, en- joying hfe. But she ' d have fun with Jim, too, she thought. The sound of the train ' s whistle came closer. Polly realized she was perspiring. She bit her lip. Think of college and a career, she thought. Think of being Jim ' s loving wife, she argued back. Now the train was in sight. Polly looked back at the building. A voice inside her cried out for Jim. She thought of the fun of sharing a dorm. She thought of sharing Jim ' s Ufe. The train stopped at the depot across the street. Suddenly she saw the college students again. They were having such fun. She picked up her bag and raced over to the waiting train. " Oh Jim, forgive me, " cried out a voice inside her. A little hesitant now, she entered the train. She had had to choose. Suddenly she knew it would be all right. She knew Jim would be fine, and he ' d understand. Now she saw in front of her fun, studying — school again; and a de- gree and a career after. Yes, she saw it all, clearly. She did not see Jim ' s tears as he closed the window from above. Liane Schachter, Form V B UN SOU " Oh, ce n ' est qu ' un sou. " Combien de fois avez-vous en- tendu cette expression? Eh bien je I ' avais entendue une fois de trop et j ' avals decide de voir ce que je pouvais acheter avec un sou. Le lendemain j ' ai commence mes recherches au centre d ' achats de campagne. Apres avoir stationne I ' auto, je suis allee au bureau de poste et j ' ai entendu une dame demander un timbre d ' un sou. Bien entendu on aurait besoin de six pour envoyer une lettre a la poste mais on pourra n ' en mettre qu ' un seul dans une collection de timbres. Au magasin general j ' ai trouve beaucoup d ' occasions pour un sou. Plusieurs petits garQons sont entres pour acheter des bonbons, et pour un sou, ils avaient un choix de quinze assortiments. Le plus petit a decide qu ' il aimerait mieux avoir un beau ballon rouge — encore un sou. Cependant un vieil homme a achete des allumettes en camet pour le meme prix. Un sou a aussi donne au client I ' enveloppe qu ' il a demandee. Je pense que j ' ai fait la meilleure emplette qui etait un crayon de quatre pouces complet avec une gomme. Pres de la pharmacie j ' ai obtenu mon poids correct pour un sou. A cote du plateau etait une machine de gomme a macher. Au lieu de depenser un autre sou pour la gomme j ' ai achete d ' un louveteau une pomme pour le meme prix. Les femmes de I ' eglise locale avaient une vente dans un des magasins inoccupes. Un sou, ici, achetait un gros bis- cuit Sucre ou une revue usagee. Soudain j ' ai realise que mon temps de stationnement serait termine, alors j ' ai decide que mes recherches atten- draient un autre jour. A propos, j ' ai depense un sou pour chaque six minutes de stationnement. Jane Eddison, Form IV A THE SNOWFLAKE 0 snowflake, 0 snowflake, 0 snowflake so fine. There is in this world only one of your kind. As you drop from the heavens, then float through the trees. You dance and you play and you do as you please. Then, pretty snowflake, you reach the hard ground, You quickly look up and you gaze all around. 0 poor little snowflake, you don ' t know your fate. But you ' ve fallen from heaven, and now it ' s too late. And now, lovely snowflake you melt, melt away; 0 why did you leave the good heavens in May? 0 snowflake, 0 snowflake, 0 snowflake so fine, There is in this world only one of your kind. Jean McKenna, Form m B 41 THE TRIAL A MODERN PILGRIMAGE " The court calls suspect James Stone to the stand. " " James Stone. " They ' re calling me. It ' s my turn now. I have to do the same thing that everyone else has done, only they gave evidence against me, and I have to give evidence to defend myself. I have to keep my head and not seem nervous or start yelling when the prosecutor tries to mix me up and make me admit to my guilt. They can ' t prove, for sure, yet, that I committed the murder. " Do you promise to tell the trath, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? " " I do. " What else can I say? What would happen if I said no? Would all the old ladies twitter hke birds, with the feathers in their hats swaying to their music? I ' ll have to try it some time. " Where were you on the night of August first, at about 9:30? " " I was in bed sleeping; I had a terrific headache. " Ha! Let them try to pull that bit of evidence apart. 1 won ' t tell them, though, whatever happens, that I had been in my father ' s grocery store, alone, eating all the food while doing my homework. Alone, that is, until that bothersome Mat- thew Luke, an old, decrepit man who can ' t see without his glasses, came in, as he always does, to preach that I should reform my ways. " What was it that made you have the headache? Was it because you were planning to kill — " " Objection. " Good old defender; you always come in at the right time. " Don ' t you usually take care of your uncle ' s store at 9:30? " How did they get that bit of information? No one knows or cares that I go there; everyone leaves me alone. Only Matthew comes to my father ' s store, so no one can tell that I finally couldn ' t take him any more after having lis- tened to him every night for six years, and that I killed him. But I dragged him back to his house, and made his death look like an accident. " I repeat, don ' t you usually take care of your uncle ' s store at 9:30? " " No, no, I don ' t. My father doesn ' t own a store, and be- sides he doesn ' t let me work there any more: 1 eat too much food. " Prompter: " Stick to the script, Mike. It ' s your uncle ' s store, and you ' re supposed to say, ' Yeah, but I didn ' t go there that night ' . " " Oh! " I almost gave my secret away. For a moment I thought this was a real trial, but it ' s only a school play. It ' s odd how the script is so much like the truth — my truth. " Poor Mike, " said one of the actors off stage. " He always gets so upset when we go through this part of the play. It ' s as if he actually thinks it ' s real life, but why does he always make the same mistake? " Danielle Kraus, Form VI B A graying, wizened old man, he stood alone in the centre of a bedroom that had the same decayed look as he had. The once scarlet curtains were now faded and torn, and the pattern on the wallpaper had disappeared in many places. Mice had gnawed holes near the door, and a thick layer of dust covered everything, especially the old-fashioned dress- er, the chair and the bed. Yet, there was something vital, something alive, about the room. It looked, it felt, as if it were waiting . . . waiting expectantly for an occupant who might return any moment. A rotted dress, covered with dust, lay carelessly thrown over the high back of the chair. On the dresser were clutter- ed bottles of perfumes, face creams and ointments. A few pieces of jewellry, dull and tarnished, lay near the edge. The old man ' s vacant, child-like eyes held a pleased ex- pression as he looked around. " Fifty years, " he said with satisfaction. " Fifty years since you were in this room, Anna. That ' s a long time, you know. Why did you go away? They said you died — of pneumonia. But they were wrong. They lied. You didn ' t die, Anna, you ' re still here. Why didn ' t you come wit h me, Anna? They made me go to a home — a home for sick people. 1 didn ' t like it; I missed you, Anna. But that doesn ' t matter; it ' s all right, because we are toge- ther now. " He slowly limped across the room and picked up the dress, which half crumbled in his hands. He smiled. " You shouldn ' t leave your good dress lying about, Anna, " he rebuked gently; " it might get dirty. You should always put it away. " He carried it to the dresser, and laid it in one of the partly opened drawers. " And your necklace too, " he said, as he picked up a dull, diamond-chip studded chain. " Why were you so careless to- day, Anna? " And he laid it on top of the dress, which crumbled a little more with the added weight. Suddenly his face changed. It grew tired, and gently sorrowful. " I have so much to tell you, Anna, but it must wait. I ' m so tired, Anna; so awfully tired. Let ' s go to bed. " He limped to the bed, where he carefully pulled down the thin cover, and slowly climbed in. " Good-night, Anna, " he said drowsily, as his eyes peacefully closed. " Good-night. " And he smiled. - Kathy McCuaig, Form IV B 42 A VISIT She sat by the window; a tiny old lady with fluffy white hair and pert blue eyes. The afternoon sun turned the drab walls of her sitting-room a golden hue, as an occasional breeze ruffled the curtains. Today was a special day — today her grand-children were coming to call. She sighed happily in anticipation. It had been so long since she had last seen them, almost six months. But they had so much to do, she thought excusingly; why should they bother with an old woman like her? They had broken three appointments in the last few months; each time they had had a reason and had not arrived. But today they would come; she was sure of it. Had they not confirmed it with one of their infrequent telephone calls just two nights ago? She shifted in her chair as she turned to look at the cake she had purchased from her meagre savings for the occasion. Beside it were drinks, chips, and other choice tidbits that she hoped would delight them. They would be arriving soon — in fifteen minutes to be exact. Her pulse quickened as she reached out a frail hand to straighten the table cloth. Six months; how the children could have changed! She wondered if they were all well -lit ' hoped and prayed for it every night. In the distance a whistle sounded, and immediately her clock struck four. Right now, she thought exultantly, they should be here. She scanned the quiet, empty street. In a few seconds, they should be arriving — she could hardly wait. Twitching at the table cloth again, she looked out of the window. An hour later, in the shadows of the dying sunlight, she stood up. " They forgot, " she told herself dully; " they for- got me. " As she started to pick up the cake, a new hope dawned. Maybe, just hiaybe, they had mistaken the day. Yes, that was it. They had just mistaken the day. Tomorrow they would come — without fail. And she removed the cake from the table, and returned the drinks and chips to the cupboard. Kathy McCuaig, Form IV B SAILING Gliding along and singing a song, FeeUng her shudder as waves hit the rudder. The boat finds her way through the foamy spray, Graceful and white, she shines by moonlight. Now it is calm and the moon goes down. The wind has abated and it ' s silent around; The sun peeps and smiles at all that he sees, And now from the north comes a light summer breeze. The sailboat is travelUng at quite a good speed, And she travels as well as a thoroughbred steed. Like a princess she ' s glorious, stately and proud. And nary a storm can make her head bowed. She ' s faster than others and wins every race. And never has won one in less than first place. We sail her at midnight, by moonlight and star. Our lady the SaUfish — oh, she is yar! Laura Spafford, Form III B UN REVE Quand je me leve Apres un beau reve, Je desire me coucher et puis recommencer. Mais la vie qui m ' attend Me fait grincer les dents. II faut bien se lever se laver, s ' habiller, descendre, dejeuner, et partir etudier. Comme mon reve etait beau! Helas, il finit trop tot. J ' attends le grand soir, je trouverai I ' espoir qui jamais ne finira. Marie Des Groseillers, Form V A 43 BOARDEPS 1. Before - 2. After - 3. Siesta time, but not for Beeg Mouth Leslee. 4. I ' m not afraid of you . . . much! 5. Oh sole mio! 6. " . . . And Prince Charles idssed Sleeping Beauty . . . " 7. All ' s clear! 8. But " Dear Abby " says ... 9. You see we do study sometimes. JUNIORS Back row: Andrea Jackson, Susi Schirmer, Sandra Levy, Claudia Sontheim, Ruth Simons, Naomi Campbell, Susan Konopko, Maria Facci. 3rd: Lisa Chalmers, Nina Gupta, Jill Pilgrim, Maria Bronfman, Shari Auerbach, Debbie Perry. 2nd: Anthea Liontos, Catherine Martin, Vivian Bascunan, Mary Ann Ogilvy, Linda Mabbott, Robin Levine, Reisa Lush, Elizabeth Livermore, Jennifer Ferrington. Front: Robin Bronfman, Helen Oh, Catherine Arton, Lynn Saros, Linton Fisher, Yubibo Zuber, Niki Saros, Sharmila Hazra. Absent: Jackie Hall, Yan Pare, Joanne Ward, Diana Riesman, Sylvie Seguin. Today we are known as " The Young ' Uns " . Tomorrow, we are the — Prefects, Gym Team, House Heads, Basketball Teams, and, in general, representatives of Trafalgar School for Girls. It is our intention to carry on the traditions of " Our School " — to make our presence felt and to be worthy to wear, for always, our crest with pride — " Spem Successus FUTURA AUt " . One night I woke up in a haunted house. Then I went down stairs. They creaked and shivered, and a ghost whis- tled at me as I walked through the halls. Then suddenly I slipped and I fell with a boom. Then I took one step and broke the floor. I got up and ran upstairs and I grabbed my cat and dog. Then I ran to my Mother ' s room. But she was not there. So I went down stairs, and I was back in bed safe and sound with Cat and Dog. THE DESERTED HOUSE I like the white ones best — Never mind, I like the rest. Rabbits run and hop all day. When my dog comes out to play, All the bunnies run away — Never mind, I ' ve come today. Jennifer Ferrington, Upper I Catherine Martin, Remove KITTENS Kittens are small frisky things. When they jump, they almost have wings. They hear the quietest, faintest sound. And jump on the prey that they have found. Soon you have a ball of wool, He ' ll jump about like a fool. Now he finds a spool of thread. Look at him now! It ' s around his head! When they ' re ill, as this can happen. They could have a pill and a little extra loving. And always remember to keep them warm. Whatever you do, bring them in from a storm. Elizabeth Livermore, Upper I, Age 10 LES DEUX POUPEES MAGIQUES Dans ma chambre a coucher il y a deux poupees. Une poupee est une fillette. EUe s ' appelle Marie. Marie a les cheveux longs et bruns. EUe a une robe rose et blanche. J ' ai une autre poupee. C ' est un gargon, II s ' appelle Jean. Jean a les cheveux bruns. II a une chemise blanche et des pantalons bleus. A neuf heures le soir je dors. Mes deux poupees ne dor- mant pas. Jean et Marie sont dans la foret. lis jouent. Une minute plus tard les petites poupees regardent une grande fleur, puis deux, trois, quatre, cinq et six fleurs. Mainten- ant ils voient une fee. Les poupees sont dans la terre des fees. Apres dix minutes la cloche Sonne minuit! Les pou- pees disent " Au revoir mes amis. " " Au revoir. " A une heure les poupees sont sur ma table de nuit. A six heures, je me leve. Je regarde Marie et Jean; ils ont I ' air mysterieux. J ' aime mes poupees. Robin Levine Upper I, Age 10 A GHOST Last night I heard a noise in my room. I did not know what it was. So I got out of my bed, and my goodness gracious, I saw a ghost, a real ghost. After I had seen that, I ran back into my bed and covered my body with blankets. But after I had done that, the ghost started rocking my bed back and forth. And then he started to make a horrible noise like the wind pushing against a window. Then he started making other kinds of noises, so I went to sleep, and in the morning he was still there. I ran outside. There was a horrible monster with three eyes and seven feet and a hundred hands, and I was really frightened. I ran down the street, and do you know what happened? The monster ran after me and ate me all up, and that was the end of me. The ghost and the monster lived happily ever after. Robin Bronfman, Lower I, Age 8 MY MAKE-BELIEVE TRIP One day I was walking in the forest, when all of a sudden the ground opened, and I fell down. When I woke, I found myself in a beautiful place. Fairies came to me. They led me to a door. When the fairy opened the door, I saw a splendid place. There was a marshmallow tree, a candy tree, and many other trees with goodies. I saw a village made of candy. Some people grew giant flowers. I asked a fairy if I could stay. She answered, " Why certainly. " I ate lots of de- licious food for dinner every night. The people that were living there were so kind that I forgot all about my school. But I soon told the fairies and everybody I had to go. They gave me a feast that night. Then the king gave me a magic bag and he told me how to use it. The king said, " Get in the bag and close your eyes and you will be at home. " Then I said goodbye to everyone, and in no time I was home. Naomi Campbell, Remove, Age 9 46 MIAMI AQUARIUM In Miami at the aquarium, They sell balloons with helium. There is a whale, With a great big tail. His name is Hugo, But he doesn ' t look like a hobo. There is a tank, But no bank. When you pay to get in. You can see dolphin fins. At the top of the first place. You see a fish face. Robin L( She wanted to destroy all the good fairies. Then the fairies found out how to break the spell. For every bad thing that the giant did, the fairies had to do a good deed. So the fairies got busy and did two good deeds for every bad thing the giant did. Soon the giant knew that he couldn ' t stay in fairyland and keep doing evil things, so he became a kind giant. He was able to help the good fairy very much, be- cause he was big and strong, and found out that doing good deeds makes you happy. Maria Facci Remove, Age 8 Upper I, Age 10 STARS Stars are always shining bright. Twinkle, twinkle all the night. They are marching on and on. In the morning all is gone. In the summer, stars look gay. Always happy as they play. As 1 watch them night by night Seems to me they ' re always bright. In the winter, stars look cold. Hardly ever look so gold. Not so happy, not so gay, Never do I see them play. Helen Oh, Lower I, Age 1 BEAUTIFUL Beautiful is a girl. Beautiful is a sunset. Beautiful is a volcano. Beautiful is the sea. Sylvie Seguin, Preparatory II, Age 6 THE LITTLE PEOPLE Once upon a time, fairyland was quiet, but one day all the fairies had to go into their houses because a giant was coming to fairyland. He crushed the trees and flowers but not the houses, and the fairies wanted to kn ow why he was doing all this. They set out to follow him and found out he was working for Evil Eyes, the queen of all the bad fairies. MON CHIEN Mon chien est un gar9on. II s ' appelle Pepe. II est noir et gris. II mange dans la cuisine. II n ' aime pas la nourriture de chiens. II mange les restes que ma famille laisse sur les assiettes. II dort dans un petit lit, sous mon lit. 11 a sept ans. II es toujours content. Debbie Perry, Upper I, Age 10 47 SPORTS TRAFALGAR ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION 1968-1969 Mrs. MacDonald Pippa Hall Vice Captain .... . . . . Marie Florence Vack , . . . . Barbara Busing GYMNASTIC OFFICERS GAMES OFFICERS r OTTTl Captain Lieutenant Form Captain Lieutenant VT A VIA Pippa HaU Barbara Busing VIA Sheila Fishbourne Lynn Buchanan VI B Danielle Kraus Mary Stephen VI B Heather McConnell Marie Florence Vack V A Jennifer Madill Jessie Fiske V A Colleen Heffernan Marie Gauthier VB Elizabeth Williams Lana Reasin V B Louise Pigot Ann Roberts IV A Joanne Bird Jane Fiske IV A Guylen Pare Doris Byrne IV B Sue Pritchard Kathy Milnes IV B Joanne Wells Sally Moore lUA Michele Kirkwood Maureen Bums III A Debbie Hughes Marilyn Beaton IIIB Julia Morgan Susan Roy IIIB Cynthia Nunns Diane Pefanis Up. II Jeannie Saros Paola Parmeggiani Up. II Joanne Neale Elaine Frank II Lois Anderson Argyro Saitanis II Sandy Grant-Whyte Chris-Anne Nakis SWIMMING TEAM Front row: 2nd Team - Susan Hindrichs, Chris-Ann Nakis, Sandra Grant-Whyte, Paola Parmeggiani, Isobelle Best, Maria Bronfman, Lianne Vardy. Back row: 1st Team — Julia Morgan, Joan Fletcher, Lynn Buchanan, Pippa HaU, Pam Kanter, Debbie Hughes, Jeannie Saros, Anne-Louise Boswall. 48 SKIING TEAM Front row: Sandra Grant-Whyte, Julia Morgan, Cynthia Smyth, Diane Pefanis. Back row: Gloria Waters, Kathy RoUand, Sally Moore, Pippa Hail, Dale Dansereau, Lynn Buchanan. Not in picture: Colleen Heffernan. INTER-SCHOOL TENNIS On September 26, the annual Inter-school Tennis Meet was held at the Mount Royal courts. Thanks to a fine team, Trafalgar walked off sharing the honours with Miss Edgar ' s. As a result of the 20-20 tie, Trafalgar held the cup for the first half of the year. INTER-SCHOOL SWIMMING MEET After the swimming meet, the Trafalgar team was hope- lessly wet and discouraged on account of a lack of success in the tense competition. Congratulations to Miss Edgar ' s, the victor. SKI TEAM Unfavorable skiing conditions made such a competition impossible this year. However, we are grateful to our valiant ski team who had the courage to sign their names on the ski team list and pose for the magazine picture. TENNIS TEAM Front row: Lesley Harris, Maureen Burns. Back row: Heather McConnell, Veronica Pimenoff, Colleen Heffernan. 49 Front row: Marie Florence Vack, Barbara Busing, Pippa Hall (Captain), Dale Dansereau, Lesley Martin. Back row: Beverley Cole (Mgr.), Marie Gauthier, Louise Pigot, Lana Reasin, Sally Moore, Jean Macleod, Lynn Buchanan, Mrs. MacDonald (Coach). Front row: Anne Martin, Lesley Harris, Colleen Heffernan (Captain), Cynthia Nunns, Maureen Bums. Back row: Beverley Cole (Mgr.), Susan Pritchard, Joanne Neale, Anne-Louise Boswall, Rachel Ferrington, Julia Morgan, Mrs. MacDonald (Coach). INTRA-MURAL BASKETBALL Senior Inter-Form winner: VI A Junior Inter-Form winner: III A Inter-House winner: Barclay House INTER-SCHOOL BASKETBALL The 1968-1969 basketball season did not have encour- aging results for the Trafalgar team. Our team awoke from its dormant stage when the season was at its end. However, amazing as it may sound, we still have hope for next year. GYMNASTIC DEMONSTRATION On March 13 and 14, the annual Gymnastic Demonstration was held with record- breaking success. The enthusiasm of the girls was relayed to the avid spectators who shared in the fun. The effort and the lone hours of practice put in to " sand and polish " the routines balanced with the overwhelming results. The pleasant diversification of routines: foreign dances, slimmine down and ski exercises, a satirical demonstration of pommel horse vaults, graceful calisthenics, a volleyball game with a cake at stake, and the nerve-racking (ours and yours) box and mat routines, made the performance even more enjoyable. The events ended with the traditional Grand March and the presentation of the gymnastic awards. Congratulations to all the participants for their fine performance and to Mrs. Mac Donald who devoted her time and energy to guide us to a successful " gym dem " . We ex- tend our thanks to Mr. MacDonald who has been a benefit to the box and mat club by being helpful and patient. G BADGES Badges are awarded to girls who have attained a high standard in gymnastics and games during the curr ent year. Lois Anderson, Sandy Grant-Whyte, Joanne Neale, Paola Parmeggiani, Jeannie Saros, Marilyn Beaton, Cynthia Smyth, Doris Byrne, Gail Gilbert, Anne Martin, Laura Parmeggiani, Joan Fletcher, Pamela Kanter, Heather McConnell. THE LUCY BOX AWARD The Lucy Box Award for sportsmanship, athletic ability and co-operation, was awarded this year to Pippa Hall. SENIOR FIELD DAY 1968 Last year, our track and field day was held under sunny May skies, at the McGill Stadium. Many records were bro- ken, others were left undefiled, but everybody tried hard to win points for their respective Houses. Results: Donald, 44 points; Ross, 43 points; Fairley, 30 points; Barclay, 27 points; Cumming, 22 points. Highest individual scores: Senior: Veronica Focke and Barbara Busing 7 Intermediate: Marie Gauthier 7 Junior: Maureen Burns 14 STARS Stars are awarded to girls who have previously won G Badges and have maintained the necessary high standard. Maureen Burns, Kathy Feig, Rachel Ferringt ' m, Debbie Hughes, Michele Kirkwood, Julia Morgan, Cynthia Nunns, Stephanie Paterson, Diane Pefanis, Susan Roy, Laura Spafford, Joanne Bird, Anne Louise Boswall, Hanna Deut- schenschmied, Jane Fiske, Kathy Fletcher, Lesley Harris, Sally Moore, Carol Preston, Susan Pritchard, Janet Blane, Cathy Cash, Jessie Fiske, Marie Gauthier, Colleen Heffer- nan, Louise Pigot, Anne Boulton, Lynn Buchanan, Barbara Busing, Beverley Cole, Dale Dansereau, Pippa Hall, Jean Macleod, Marie Florence Vack. 51 OLD GIRLS ' NOTES McGILL NEWS McGill Graduates, 1968: B.A. Barbara Downie, Jill Gardiner (University Scholar, Honours in English), Sally Nicholls, Cynthia Oddie, Wendy Lloyd-Smith Ritchie. B.Sc. Katherine Arkay, Susan Black, Mireille Coulourides. B. Eng. Carol Holland (British Association Medal for Great Distinction in Electrical Eng- ineering). Ph. D. Elizabeth Shannon (Psychology). McGill Junior Sch ool Certificate, 1968: First Class: Ellen Cash, Alice Klinkhoff,Silva Kohn, Monique Matza. Second Class: Janet Chandler, Veronica Focke, Elizabeth Henderson, Patricia Lowe, Margaret McGregor, Victoria Milnes, Rosemary Patton, Birgitte Scheel, Linda Wells. Third Class: Linda Battah, Anne Boulton. Susan Broughton, Sally Dopking, Carol Esco- bar, Sharon Lifson, Deborah McRobie, Anne-Marie Millner, Karen Ritchie, Patricia Shepherd, Maria Vasiliou, Coreen Waters. Our congratulations to MONIQ)UE MATZA on winning the Grace Fairley Trafalgar Scholarship into First Year Science! Trafalgar graduates now at McGill include: First Year: Arts: Alice Klinkhoff, Silva Kohn, Margaret McGregor, Vicky Milnes, Madeleine Palmer, Birgitte Scheel, Linda Wells. Science: Sue Laschinger, Monique Matza, Patty Shepherd. Music: Ruth Barrie, Ellen Cash. Second Year: Arts: Linda Farthing, Wendy Fyshe, Mary Ellen Geggie. Science: Gail Dunbar, Franziska Knips. Engineering: Debbie Spafford. Physiotherapy: Lois Groves. Third Year: Arts: Diana Dopking, Wendy Hilchey, Nancy Hughes, Janet Johnston, Mary Kelsey, Belinda Kirkwood, Eleanor Nicholls, Lynda Stenson, Wendy Tomlin- son. Commerce: Linda White. Fourth Year: Arts: Anna Antonopoulos, Cathie Halpenny, Linda Marchand, Elizabeth Trueman. Science: Heather Marshall, Wendy Moore. Music: Jennifer Giles. Education: Beverley Monks, Martha Nixon. Graduate Schools: Preliminary Year: M.Sc.: Kathy Arkay. First Year: M.Ed.: Leticia Artola Cox. M. Eng.: Carol Holland. Second Year: M.L.S.: Elizabeth Corken Annesley, Margot Donnelly. Partial: Thea Burns, Mireille Courlourides. Macdonald College: First Year: Apiculture: Janet Chandler. Class II Teachers ' Diploma: Cathey Calder. Second Year: Class II Teachers ' Diploma: Lesley Cann, Barbie Hanson. Postgraduate: Class I Teachers ' Diploma: Barbara Downie, Arlene Cloutier Rex, Victoria Weil. We are especially proud of CAROL HOLLAND, who graduated with second highest honours in Electrical Engineering, in a class of 52 — of whom 50 were men! She thus becomes one of the select group of sixteen women who have graduated in Engineering from McGill in the last hundred years. Carol spent last summer in Iran, before returning to McGill to begin her research. Trafites are doing well at McGill, both academically and in other fields. To name just a few: WENDY TOMLINSON was one of the Carnival Princesses, LOIS GROVES won her Senior " M " in swimming, and DEBBIE SPAFFORD is secretary of the Engineering Society. ) MARRIAGES 1967 Summer Sally Green to Ralph Leckie 1968 May 18 Elsie Ann Ekers to Bruce Charles Appleton June 6 Elizabeth (Bette) Shannon to Jonathan Anthony Stephen Isaacs June 15 Barbara Warren to Peter J. Taylor June 22 Claire Marshall to James Harold Boardman June Christina Edwards to Donald Howard Lawrence McKee July 20 Sandra Crab tree to Charles Gordon Price Aug. 3 Patricia Talarico to James John Guy Aug. 17 Margaret Monks to Frederick Joyce Aug. 24 Carole Robitaille to Ritchie Douglas Macrae Aug. 24 Barbara Stanfield to David Craig McDonald Sept. 3 Felicity Delia Pergola to Howard Blatt Sept. 6 Anne Paterson to David Graeme Ward Sept. 6 Jacqueline Strowlger to Michael John Sinclair-Smith Sept. 7 Christy Leslie to Gregory Ludlow Sept. 21 Virginia Gates to William James Lally Oct. 19 Deborah Wall to Kenneth David Kirk Oct. Ruth Anne Murray to Leslie Ernest Sankey Oct. Cheryl Mason to Douglas R. Toshak Dec. 16 Jo-Anne Humphreys to James Arnold Farrell Dec. 21 Barbara Rowat to Dr. David Jon Flam 1969 Jan. 18 Donna Jefferson to Robert L. Hovi Gualano Jan. Sharon McDowell to Dr. David George Meredith Cape March 29 Barbara Aylett to Ross Henderson Paul BIRTHS (to March 28, 1969) We congratulate the following Old Girls on the birth of sons: Mr. and Mrs. Frank Nyeste (Linda Vipond) Mr. and Mrs. Alan Ferguson (Barbara Martin) Mr. and Mrs. Tony Matthew (Marlene MacKinnon) Mr. and Mrs. Paul Wenzel (Joan Mann) — in Philadelphia Mr. and Mrs. Ted Vickery (Beverley Mooney) — in Oshawa Mr. and Mrs. H.K. Brown (Janet Downie) — in Toronto Mr. and Mrs. John Keays (Elizabeth Jefferys) Mr. and Mrs. George Robinson (Marion Scott) Mr. and Mrs. S. Levy (Janet Deitcher) Dr. and Mrs. Peter Matzko (Ruth Lennox) — in Scarborough, Ont. Mr. and Mrs. John Sweeney (Laureen Hicks) Mr. and Mrs. Jerry Miller (Mary Home) Mr. and Mrs. Richard Shatilla (Linda Barakett) And on the birth of daughters: Mr. and Mrs. Paul Marchand (Jennifer Lamplough) Mr. and Mrs. Gary Belfoi (Mary Udd) — in Ottawa Mr. and Mrs. Jim Mahaffey (Audrey Cater) Mr. and Mrs. Ralph Leckie (Sally Green) — in Vancouver Mr. and Mrs. T. Hanna (Joan Armitage) Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Cohen (Joanne Ruddy) Mr. and Mrs. Rodney Entwhistle (Judith Wright) Rev. and Mrs. D. Ian Grant (Carol Heslop) — in Vancouver Mr. and Mrs. Anthony Wait (Julie Loewenheim) Mr. and Mrs. Robert Riggs (Wendy Laws) — in New York Mr. and Mrs. Gary Cruise (Barbara Guimond) Mr. and Mrs. David Crombie (Elizabeth Tighe) — in Toronto Mr. and Mrs. Jerome Smyth (Joan Leslie) Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas Close (Pat Wilson) Dr. and Mrs. E. AvRuskin (Marilyn Haslam) — in Boston GENERAL NEWS The Sixth of ' 68: In addition to the girls at McGill, sever- al others are at university: DOLEY HENDERSON at Bish- op ' s, PAT LOWE at Smith College, DEBBIE McROBIE at St. Thomas University in Fredericton, and ROSEMARY PATTON at Loyola. SUE BROUGHTON is studying at the Institute of Education of Bristol University, at the College of Sarum St. Michael, Salisbury. LINDA BATTAH and ANNE-MARIE MILLNER are taking Grade 12 at Montreal High. CATHY FYON and ADELE JAMES have been at school at Le Torrent, Chateau d ' Oex, Switzerland. PAULI DONNELLY, SALLY DOPKING and SHARON LIFSON, are taking courses at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. VERONICA FOCKE is at home in Bogota, taking the equivalent of a Senior Matric course in order to enter medic- al school, either in Colombia or Germany. ANDR.EA MOR- GAN, and sister RAYMONDE are living in Geneva; Andrea spent several months in London last autumn. Among girls taking business courses have been BARB NEEDHAM at 54 Graham ' s, and BARB ERASER, JUDY STEVENSON and ELIZABETH SIMPSON at O ' Sullivan ' s. MAUREEN MUL- VIHILL is living in Toronto and working for the Ontario Hospital Service Commission. KAREN RITCHIE was in England in the fall and is now working in Montreal. Others are completing or improving their Junior Matric, among them ANNE BOULTON and CAROL ESCOBAR at Traf, PAM MacDONALD at Malcolm Campbell High, MARLA VASILIOU at Westmount High, and COREEN WATERS at Ross High School. At Sir George Williams: DEBI DUNKERLEY ( ' 67) is in First Year Fine Arts; JANICE MACK ( ' 67) in Second Year Arts; LESLIE HAft lILTON ( ' 66) and ANNABELLE MOORE ( ' 67) in Second Year Science; and BRENDA WILSON ( ' 67) in Second Year Commerce. Others at Sir George in- clude ELISABETH BARDT ( ' 66), LESLEY GEDYE ( ' 66), MARIA LUBECKI ( ' 65), JILL ROSS ( ' 65), and BEV SWIFT ( ' 65). Other University News: Last spring JOAN LESLIE ( ' 64) and SANDIE CRABTREE ( ' 64) graduated from Mount Allison and SUE LAVERTY ( ' 63) from Acadia. JOAN DICKISON ( ' 64) received her Bachelor of Nursing from U.N.B. and is now working at the Montreal General Hospit- al. CAROL McDERMID ( ' 67), in Second Year Engineering at U.N.B., was chosen Miss Engineering and was one of the Carnival Princesses; at the same university, CASSIE LEWIS ( ' 65) and BETTY EKERS ( ' 64) are in their final year of Arts, and HEATHER FORBES m Fourth Year Phys. Ed. PAM SEARS ( ' 67) is in her second year at Mount Holyoke. M.J. HENDERSON ( ' 67) is in First Year Nursing at Vermont College, and is manager of the College basketball team. SUE HENRY ( ' 67) gained a Second Class Senior Matric at Neuchatel Junior College last June and is now in First Year Science at the University of Western Ontario. ANNETTE EDDISON ( ' 62) is still at Queen ' s, work ing towards her Ph.D. in History. Annette again received a Canada Council Grant this year and has been entered on the Queen ' s Uni- versity Honour Roll; this denotes students who have brought special credit to themselves, their Department and the University by their high standards in their Ph.D. pro- grammes. Your Editor was delighted to see Annette during a visit to Kingston last fall. Nursing: CICELY ARUNDEL-EVANS ( ' 64) graduated last June from the Queen Elizabeth Hospital, winning the General Proficiency Prize and the prize for the highest standing in nursing theory. CANDY FISHBOURNE ( ' 66) is in training at the Sherbrooke General Hospital; VANESSA MORGAN ( ' 65) and MARILYN FORBES ( ' 66) are at the Montreal General. Education: ALLANA REID SMITH ( ' 40) is President of the Provincial Association of Protestant Teachers and is being kept very busy with the provincial negotiations. NORMA OSLER ( ' 40), Vice-Principal of Baron Byng High School, was honoured this year with the award of the Order of Scholastic Merit, Second Degree. BARBARA ARMBRUS- TER ( ' 57), as well as teaching Latin and Ancient History at Traf, is President of the Provincial Association of Latin Teachers and Chairman of the committee appointed to set up new Latin and Greek curricula for the province. JOAN CHARTERIS ( ' 49) is a Professor in the History Department at McGill, attached to the Faculty of Education. MARGAR- ET CLEGG TERRY ( ' 56) is teaching Maths at Traf, and DANA LEIGH HOPSON ( ' 57) Singing and Piano; BARBIE AYLETT ( ' 62) is Gym teacher at Miss Edgar ' s. KATHY COLLEY ( ' 65) gained her Class II Diploma at Macdonald College last June. Miscellaneous News: Your Editor was most interested to receive a letter recently from MARGARET MACLENNAN SMYTHE, of Toronto, who was a boarder at Traf in 1910, under Miss Fairley. Mrs. Smythe sent a photograph of the school, as it looked then, which we are very pleased to have in our school history file. — VICKY WEIL ( ' 62), now at Macdonald College, received her B.A. from Carleton Univer- sity in 1967, then spent a year in London, working with chUdren in Drama. — CATHY TAIT ( ' 67) Kas been taking a bilingual business course at Algonquin College in Ottawa and also teaching skiing every Saturday to young children. — MARY KELSEY ( ' 66), who plans on an archaeological career, spent last summer at the Universita per Stanieri in Perugia, Italy, studying Etruscology; this summer she will take part in a " dig " in Israel. - JEAN HARVIE ( ' 31) was invited to the installation of the new Principal of Queen ' s University in November, to represent Trafalgar, and has been elected Treasurer of the Association of Headmistresses of Canada. Your Editor always appreciates receiving letters from Old Girls, although, unfortunately, she seldom has time to ans- wer them. Please keep your news coming! T.O.G.A. A message from the President The Trafalgar Old Girls ' Association, or T.O.G.A., as it is more commonly known, was inaugurated in 1937. The purpose of the Association is " to foster a spirit of loyalty and fraternity among the graduates and former students of Trafalgar School for Girls and to bring about a united and concentrated action in promoting the welfare of the School. " The affairs of T.O.G.A. are conducted by an Ex- ecutive Committee consisting of the Officers of the Associ- ation, the committee chairmen, and four representatives of the most recent graduating class. In 1957, two representa- tives of the Association were appointed to the Board of Governors of the School, and each past-president of T.O.G.A. welcomes this opportunity of serving the School. In the past, T.O.G.A. helped the School by participating in the Fund Raising Campaign for the new School building in 1955. It founded the Martha L. Brown Junior Library, presented an encyclopaedia to the Senior Library in Mem- ory of Miss Bryan, and gave the School a movie projector. When there was a need for them, it offered a school bus ser- vice, French teas, and skiing and skating lessons. But times change, and now T.O.G.A. runs a Uniform Exchange and helps with the Book Sale in the fall. In addition, the Association sponsors the Sixth Form Graduation Dance and the Ballet lessons, and gives a tea or luncheon for the Graduating Class in June. It presents the Lucy Box Award at the Gym Dem, and the Foster, Bryan and Fairley Prizes at the June Closing each year. T.O.G.A. recently was very pleased to be able to help the School by purchasing fifty-eight desks for the Junior School classrooms. On Miss Cumming ' s retirement, in 1940, the Association started a Scholarship in her honour. To begin with, only enough money was available to provide a scholarship every four years, but now T.O.G.A. awards one scholarship every year to a girl entering Third Form. The winner is selected by a Committee composed of members of the Association and the Principal, on the basis of written examinations, recommendations, and a personal interview. The money for these scholarships is provided by do- nations from Old Girls and by such fund-raising events as " Movie Nights " and " Wine and Cheese Parties " , which are attended by Old Girls, parents, and friends of the School. T.O.G.A. greatly appreciates the support of its members and many friends over the years. THE STAFF Front row: Miss Holt, Mrs. Doupe, Miss Stansfield, Miss Harvie, Mme. Brouillette, Mrs. Terry, Mme. Garrett. Middle row: Mrs. Black, Miss Arnibruster, Mrs. Ritson, Mrs. MacDonald, Mrs. Ridolfi, Mrs. Grimes, Miss M acDougall, Mrs. Fotheringham, Miss Hopson, Mrs. Gardner. Back row: Mrs. Gratias, Mrs. Ugalde, Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Cornelissen, Mrs. Nash, Mrs. Moore, Miss Crosbie, Mrs. Merry, Mrs. Barnett. Absent: Mrs. McDade. STAFF DIRECTORY Miss J.E. Harvie 1520 McGregor Ave., No. 82, Montreal 109 Miss B. Armbruster . . . 170 7th Ave., Lasalle, Que. Mrs. L. Barnett 3495 Simpson St., Montreal 109 Mrs. P. Black 1000 McGregor Ave., No. 304, Montreal 112 Mme. L. Brouillette . . . 4505 Cote des Neiges, No. 8, Montreal 247 Miss C. Carson 221 Milton St., Montreal 130 Mrs. M.A. Cornelissen ..3615 Ridgewood Ave., No. 503, Montreal 247 Miss H. Crosbie 5555 Dudemaine St., No. 105, CartiervUle, Que. Mrs. J. Doupe 381 Claremont Ave., Montreal 215 Mrs. I.J. Fotheringham .32 Ave. de Metz, Lorraine, Terr. Co., Que. Mrs. J.R. Gardner 4520 Wilson Ave., Montreal 261 Mme. F. Garrett 10 Nantel Ave., Ste. Agathe-des-Monts, Que. Mrs. P. Gratias 5235 Cote St. Luc, No. 21, Montreal 248 Mrs. N. Grimes 143 St. Patrick Rd., St. Columban, Que. Miss E. Holt 3495 Simpson St., Montreal 109 Miss D.L. Hopson 5230 Hampton Ave., Montreal 253 Mrs. A. MacDonald 2112 Vendome Ave., Montreal 260 Miss B.M. MacDougall . 3455 Cote des Neiges, No. 536, Montreal 109 Mrs. E.L. McDade 56 15th. Ave., Roxboro, Que. Mrs. M.D. Merry 3255 Ridgewood Ave., No. 15, Montreal 247 Miss B. Mitchell 2335 Lakeshore Drive, Dorval, Que. Mrs. J. Moore 45 Brittany Ave., No. 505, Montreal 304 Mrs. N. Nash 3547 Durocher St., No. 14, Montreal 130 Mrs. R. Notkin 4814 Cedar Cres., Montreal 247 Mrs. P. Philhps 5255 Cote St. Luc, No. 19, Montreal 248 Mrs. H. Ridotfi 5880 Cote St. Antoine Rd., No. 11, Montreal 261 Mrs. C.R. Ritson 7 Roosevelt Ave., No. 19, Montreal 305 Miss E. Stansfield 4695 Beaconsfield Ave., Montreal 261 Mrs. W.H. Terrv 4685 Beaconsfield Ave., Montreal 261 Mrs. P. Ugalde 3470 Stanley St., No. 1404, Montreal 109 56 -A- Agar, Diana, 15 Chelsea Place, Montreal 109 Alazraki, Regina, Aristoteles 229, Mexico 5, D.F. 450816 Alsop, Janet, 5745 Plamondon Blvd., VUle Brossard, Que. Anderson, Lois, 419 Ellerton Ave., Montreal 304 Andrews, Sophie, 55 Strathcona Drive, Montreal 217 Arton, Catherine, 4125 Blueridge Cres., Montreal 109 Astle, Susan, 880 37th Ave., Lachiiie, Que. Atallah, Nabiha, 3445 Drummond St., No. 706, Montreal 109 Auerbach, Shari, 5609 Greenwood St., Montreal 269 -B- Baktis, Matilda, 3965 Lacombe Ave., Montreal 249 Bascunan, Virginia, 1400 Pine Ave. West, No. 1405, Montreal 109 Bascunan, Vivian, 1400 Pine Ave. West, No. 1405, Montreal 109 Bates, Judith, 11801 Michel Sarrazin, CartiervLQe 390 Beaton, Marilyn, 203 Victoria Drive, Baie d ' Urfe, Que. Best, Isobelle, 189 Autumnwood Drive, Port Arthur, Ont. Bird, Karen, 103 Longineadow, Pointe Claire, Que. Bird, Joanne, 27 Rue de Lombardie, Preville, Que. Blachford, Jennifer, 169 Maurice St., Rosemere, Que. Blane, Janet, 1777 Parkdale Ave., Montreal 204 Blaylock, Georgina, 486 Monks Point, lie Bizard, Que. BoswaU, Anne-Louise, 36 SummerhiU Ave., Pointe Claire, Que. Boulton, Anne, 1379 Laird Blvd., Montreal 304 Bronfman, Maria, 1400 Pine Ave. West, No. 301, Montreal 109 Bronfman, Robin, 1400 Pine Ave. West, No. 301, Montreal 109 Buchanan, Lynn, 256 Green Circle, Dorval, Que. Budd, Clothilda, 3555 Cote des Neiges, No. 414, Montreal 109 Burns, Maureen, 605 Berwick Ave., Montreal 305 Busing, Barbara, 6 Red path Place, Montreal 109 Byrne, Doris, 3091 The Boulevard, Montreal 218 Byrne, Fiormuola, 3091 The Boulevard, Montreal 218 -C- Campbell, Naomi, 4300 Maisonneuve Blvd. West, No. 1111, Montreal 215 Cantle, Susan, 98 Geo. Henry Blvd., Unit 45, Willowdale, Ont. Cash, Catherine, 4491 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal 215 Chalmers, Lisa, 372 Roslyn Ave., Montreal 215 Chang, Catherine, 121 Wond Nei Chung Rd., lA Rose Court, Happy Valley, Hong Kong Charest, Anne, 585 Crevier St., Montreal 379 Charest, Susan, 585 Crevier St., Montreal 379 Cipriano, Mary Arm, 3033 Sherbrooke St. West, No. 306, Montreal 215 Qabon, Jacalyn, 6257 McLynn Ave., Montreal 252 Clarke, Janet, 6202 BeurUng Ave., Montreal 204 Clarke, Georgia, 1545 McGregor Ave., No. 1001, Montreal 109 Cochrane, Dorma, 40 Lakeview Rd., Baie d ' Urfe, Que. Cole, Beverley, 400 Claude Ave., Dorval, Que. -D- Dansereau, Dale, 630 Deguire Rd., Montreal 380 Des Groseillers, Marie, 3493 Grey Ave., Montreal 260 Deutschenschmied, Hanna, 3460 Simpson St., No. 708, Montreal 109 Draper, Nancy, 4567 Hampton Ave., Montreal 261 Drummond, Kathryn, 4878 Cote des Neiges, No. 1503, Montreal 247 -E- Eddison, Jane, 4834 King Ed ward Ave., Montreal 265 Engels, Paula, 1490 St. Clare Rd., Montreal 305 Escobar, Carol, 3787 Cote des Neiges, No. 115, Montreal 109 -F - Facci, Maria, 368 Metcalfe Ave., Montreal 215 Feig, Kathy, 3250 Forest Hill, Montreal 247 Ferrington, Jennifer, 3484 Marlowe Ave., Montreal 260 Ferrington, Rachel, 3484 Marlowe Ave., Montreal 260 Fishboume, Sheila, 5845 Veronique, ViUe Brossard, Que. Fisher, Linton, 3465 Red path Ave., Montreal 109 Fiske, Jane, 1230 McGregor Ave., No. 505, Montreal 109 Fiske, Jessie, 1230 McGregor Ave., No. 505, Montreal 109 Fitzgerald, Kim, 283 Florian Ave., Rosemere, Que. Flam, Karen, 2050 Maisonneuve Blvd. West, No. 305, Montreal 108 Fletcher, Kathy, 448 Greenwood Dr., Beaconsfield, Que. Fletcher, Joan, 448 Greenwood Dr., Beaconsfield, Que. Frank, Elaine, 5576 Alpine Ave., Montreal 266 Fulton, Susan, 211 Dufferin Rd., Montreal 254 - G - Gauthier, Marie, 100 St. Charles St., St. Jean, Que. GUbert, Gail, 3435 Drummond St., No. 34, Montreal 109 Gilker, Wendy, 293 Roy wood Terrace, Ville le Moyne, Que. Goodson, Lesley, 1455 Sherbrooke St. W., No. 1202, Montreal, 109 Gonzalez, Mary Carmen, 7647 Montbrun St., Montreal 452 Grant-Whyte, Sandra, 394 Lakeshore Rd., Beaconsfield, Que. Gupta, Nina, 1550 McGregor Ave., No. 1707, Montreal 109 - H - Hall, Jackie, 1330 Carol Cres., Chomedey, Que. Hall, Pippa, 1330 Carol Cres., Chomedey, Que. Halls, Carol, 41 MagnoUa Rd., Baie d ' Urfe, Que. Halpenny, Gillian, 5632 Queen Mary Rd., Montreal 254 Halpenny, Pamela, 5632 Queen Mary Rd., Montreal 254 Hamilton, Gay, 805 Sacre-Coeur, St. Hyacinthe, Que. Harcourt, EUzabeth, 11855 St. Evariste St., Montreal 390 Harris, Lesley, 181 Glencoe Ave., Montreal 305 Hazra, Sharmila, 5350 Randall Ave., No. 8, Montreal 265 Heffernan, CoUeen, 304 Morunouth Ave., Montreal 304 Heru-y, Martha, 227 Kenaston Ave., Montreal 305 Hidvegi, Sylvia, 5211 EarnscUffe Ave., Montreal 248 Hindrichs, Susan, 221 Victoria, Baie d ' Urfe, Que. HoUoway, Monique, 181 Kenton Ave., Beaconhill, Beaconsfield, Que. Hughes, Deborali, 3465 Redpath Ave., No. 506, Montreal 109 -J- Jackson, Andrea, 3415 Redpath Ave., Montreal 109 Jezek, Nina, 18 Prairie Drive, Beaconsfield, Que. Johnson, Shelley, 182 Place Duchanne, Rosemere, Que. Jorgensen, Annemette, 136 Ruede Normandie, Preville, Que. - K - Kaine, Brenda, 1162 Maple Ave., Shawinigan, Que. Kanter, Pamela, 15 Windsor Ave., Montreal 217 Kearns, Janet, 573 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal 217 Keeri-Szanto, Kathy, 1161 St. Anthony PI., London, Ont. Kendall, Karen, 3470 Mountain St., Montreal 109 Kirkwood, Michele, 102 Mgr. Tache, Boucherville 21, Que. Konopko, Evelyn, 500 Alexis Nihon, Montreal 378 Konopko, Susan, 500 Alexis Nihon, Montreal 378 Kraus, Danielle, 6240 Lavoie St., Montreal 252 Kraus, Debbie, 6240 Lavoie St., Montreal 252 -L- Laforest, Marie Anne, Andes Copper Mining Co., Potrerillos, Chile, S.A. Lancz, Annabelle, 5752 Durocher Ave., Montreal 153 Lang, Jane, 60 Chesterfield Ave., Montreal 217 Laskier, Shirley, 4775 St. Kevin St., No. 5, Montreal 252 Lavigne, Nancy, 150 Hampshire Cres., Beaconsfield, Que. Law, Vivien, 264 Montarville Ave., Longueuil, Que. Leger, Anne, 800 Markham Rd., Montreal 304 Leroux, Carol, 3435 Drummond St., No. 76, Montreal 109 Levine, Robin, 2480 Decelles Ave., Montreal 250 Levy, Sandra, 190 Finchley Rd., Montreal 254 Limoges, Estelle, 81 Stratford Rd., Montreal 254 Liontos, Anthea, 200 Kensington Ave., No. 904, Montreal 215 57 Livermore, Elizabeth, 525 32nd Ave., No. 302, Lachine, Que. Luetticken, Stephanie, 371 Place des Fleurs, Dollard des Ormeaux, Que. Lush, Reisa, 2094 Beaudet PI., Montreal 378 -M- Mabott, Linda, 455 EUnridge, Dorval, Que. Macleod, Jean, 5501 Bradford PL, Montreal 252 Madill, Jennie, 601 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal 217 Marshall, Joan, 2170 Hanover Rd., Montreal 305 Martin, Catheri ne, 2168 Sherbrooke St. W., No. 19, Montreal 109 Maitin, Anne, 3812 Hampton Ave., Montreal 261 Martin, Leslie, 3812 Hampton Ave., Montreal 261 May, Diane, 3280 Somerset Rd., Montreal 388 McConnell, Heather, 130 Hillcrest Dr., Marietta, Ohio 45750, U.S.A. McCuaig, Katliy, 3769 The Boulevard, Montreal 217 McDougall, Gay, 433 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal 217 McGill, Helen, 1321 Sherbrooke St. W., No. C 110, Montreal 109 McKenna, Jean, 359 Suncoe Ave., Montreal 304 McMullan, Beverley, 1800 Des Erables, St. Bruno, Que. MUlett, Gail, 146 St. Mary ' s, Chateauguay Centre, Que. Milnes, Kathy, 320 Princess St., Lachute, Que. Molnar, Judy, 5160 Decelles Ave., No. 704, Montreal 2.50 Moore, Sally, 68 Finchley Rd., Montreal 254 More, Erica, 4035 Madison Ave., Montreal 261 Morgan, Juba, 530 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal 217 Morton, Donna, 944 MacNaughton Rd., Montreal 305 -N - Nakis, Chris- Ann, 27 Courcelette Ave., Montreal 153 Neale, Joanne, 358 Kenaston Ave., Montreal 305 Neale, Sally, 358 Kenaston Ave., Montreal 305 Nemec, EUen, 3105 The Boulevard, Montreal 218 Nemec, Jane, 3105 The Boulevard, Montreal 218 Newton, Candida, 3460 Simpson St., No. 806, Montreal 109 Nicholson, Lee Ann, 39 Maden St., Valleyfield, Que. Nunns, Cynthia, 5610 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal 260 - 0 - Ogilvy, Mary Ann, 745 Lake St. Louis, Ville de Lery, Que. Ogilvy, Susan, 745 Lake St. Louis, Ville de Lery, Que. Oh, Helen, 203 34th Ave., Lachine, Que. Okuda, Christine, 5991 Beurling Ave., Montreal 204 Okuda, Rosemary, 5991 BeurUng Ave., Montreal 204 Onions, Janet, 369 Green Rd., Toronto 12, Ontario. Oszadszky, Vivienne, 4900 Cote des Neiges, No. 7, Montreal 247 - P- Palmer, Deborah, 240 Tulip Ave., Dorval, Que. Panet-Raymond, Claire, 308 Roslyn Ave., Montreal 215 Pare, Yan, 39 Les Bouleaux, Laval sur le Lac, Que. Parizeau, Nicole, 4853 Wilson Ave., Montreal 253 Parmeggiani, Laura, Calle Suapure, 2 Ramal Res, Cariaquito, P.H., Coluias de Bello Monte, Caracas. 719624, Venezuela Parmeggiani, Paola, Calle Suapure, 2 Ramal Res, Cariaquito, P.H. Colinas de Bello Monte, Caracas. 719624, Venezuela Paterson, Stephanie, 125 Dobie Ave., Montreal 304 Pefanis, Diane, 321 Roslyn Ave., Montreal 215 Perreault, Johanne, 291 St. Lawrence, St. Lambert, Que. Perry Debbie, 1260 McGregor Ave., No. 805, Montreal 109 Petrini, Deborah, 4866 Cote des Neiges, No. 1511, Montreal 247 Pigot, Louise, 309 Strathern Ave., Montreal 263 Pilgrim, Jill, 330 East 49th St., Beekman East, N.Y. 10017, U.S.A. Pilgrim, Rita, 330 East 49th St., Beekman East, N.Y.10017, U.S.A. Pimenoff, Veronica, 71 Percival Ave., Montreal 263 Preston, Carol, 2160 Cambridge Rd., Montreal 305 Pritchard, Susan, 777 Pelliam No. 3 G, New RocheUe, N.Y. 10805, U.S.A. - R - Racette, Jo-Anne, 5765 Cote St. Luc, Montreal 249 Reasin, Lana, 2460 Benny Cres., No. 505, Montreal 261 Riesman, Diana, 1545 McGregor Ave., No. 703, Montreal 109 Roberts, Ann, 1227 Sherbrooke St. W., No. 45, Montreal 109 Roellinghoff, Madeleine, 1212 Pine Ave. W., No. 1007, Montreal 112 Rolland, Kathy, 4387 Westmount Ave., Montreal 217 Ross, Celia, Aberfoyle, Ontario. Rothgeb, Elizabeth, 1420 Couvrette St., Montreal 380 Roy, Susan, 61 Lockhart St., Chateauguay, Que. Rubenstein, Elizabeth, 109 Finchley Rd., Hampstead, 254 - S- Sabolo, Dina, 1971 Canora Rd., Montreal 304 Sabolo, Lmda, 1971 Canora Rd., Montreal 304 Saitanis, Argyro, 235 Sherbrooke St. W., No. 602, Montreal 129 Sala, SheUey, 1765 Caledonia Rd., Montreal 305 Saros, Jeannie, 396 Sloane Ave., Montreal 304 — Saros, Lynn, 396 Sloane Ave., Montreal 304 Saros, Niki, 396 Sloane Ave., Montreal 304 Saxe, Froma, 58 Holtham Rd., Montreal 254 Saylor, Judy, 4874 Cote des Neiges, No. 903, Montreal 247 Schachter, Liane, 4252 Braille Ave., Montreal 308 Schinner, Susi, 1900 Van Horne Ave., Montreal 154 Schnabel, Gina, 400 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal 217 Seguin, Sylvie, 3250 Forest HUl, Montreal 247 Shaddick, Anne, 581 Lansdowne Ave., Montreal 217 Simons, Ruth, 3597 Papineau Ave., Montreal 135 Sire, Cora, 100 King ' s Rd., Pointe Claire, Que. Smitli, Martha, 495 Claremont Ave., Montreal 217 Smyth, Cynthia, 11759 Joseph Casavant St., Montreal 356 Snigurowicz, Diana, 4536 Harvard Ave., Montreal 260 Solymoss, Susan, 4854 Cote des Neiges, No. 1702, Montreal 247 Sontheijn, Claudia, 3465 Redpath Ave., No. 306, Montreal 109 Spafford, Laura, 94 Dufferin Rd., Montreal 254 Stephen, Christina, 1430 McGregor PL, Montreal 109 Stephen, Mary, 1430 McGregor PI., Montreal 109 Stoffregen, Marianne, 4878 Westmount Ave., Montreal 217 -T- Tabah, Barbara, 7347 Ostell Cres., Montreal 308 - V - Vack, Marie Florence, 3448 Harvard Ave., Montreal 260 Vardy, Lianne, 263 Mary Blvd., Greenfield Park, Que. Verrier, Wendy, 3145 Glencoe Ave., Montreal 301 Vincelli, Christina, 1590 Rockland Rd., Montreal 304 -W- WaU, Lorraine, 3501 Redpath St., Montreal 109 Wall, Nancy, 3501 Redpath St., Montreal 109 Ward, Joanne, 1321 Sherbrooke St. W., Montreal 109 Warren, Jacqueline, 1981 Lyall Ave., Montreal 425 Waters, Gloria, 3355 Queen Mary Road, No. 405, Montreal 247 WeUs, Joanne, 7140 Churchill Ave., Montreal 204 Westover, Valerie, 315 Seigneuriale, St. Bruno, Que. 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PAUL SAXE 68 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 WALLACE G. CHALMERS, Eng. Automotive Engineering Consultant CLAUDE J. GIDMAN, A.C.I. D, Industrial Design Consultant The Penthouse 310 Victoria Avenue, Westmount Phone: 481-5411 BIRKS STERLING m use, treasure and collect- right now. Choose from twenty exclusive open-stock patterns, classic or tra- ditional, created in Birks ' own silver craftshops. Do register your choice - you ' ll be am and how fast your collection will growl BIRRS JEWELLERS TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 69 ■■ Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Cipriano Compliments of M r and M rs Rfrnarrl Riihpnstpin Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Burns Compliments of A r QnH A Trc C f nrcrf 1 C iirVcf XtXI. tilU 1»X13. VJCLJliiC A . O. V- 1 11KC The Church of St. James the Apostle St. Catherine St. at Bishop Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Luetticken - Compliments of IVTr iifiH TVTr P A imnc Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. K. L. Halpenny 70 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 QmcRicnn Compliments of STEVENSON, BLAKELY, BLUNT CO. Chartered Accountants WINSPEAR, HSGGINS, STEVENSON AND DOANE Chartered Accountants 635 DORCHESTER BLVD. WEST MONTREAL Tel.: 381-9379 Res. : RE. 9-7450 C Lafming adLioni rjCtd. Manufacturers of Infants ' and Children ' s Wear 9200 Park Ave. MARTIN FEIG Montreal 11, Que. Compliments of WESTMOUNT REALTiES COMPANY Head Office 1367 Greene Ave. WE. 5-8541 Lakeshore Office Town of Mt. Royal Office 48 Coolbreeze Ave. 785 Plymuth Ave. OX. 7-4460 RE. 1-7741 Compliments of John C. Preston Ltd. OFFICE DESIGNERS WINSOR 5? NEWTON WATER COLOR BOXES BRUSHES Everything for the Artist C. R. Crowley Limited 1387 ST. CATHERINE WEST MONTREAL 842 ' 4412 Compliments of METALS ALLOYS COMPANY LIMITED 1611 BERCY STREET MONTREAL 24, P.Q. • Compliments Parisian Javel Water FYON FYON LIMITED TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 7i Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. A. Jack Moore Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. D. V. Hamilton Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Bernard L. Konopko Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. S. W. Milnes Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. C. G. Ferrington Compliments of Dr. and Mrs. Ian Grant-Whyte Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Roy E. Perry Compliments of Dr. and Mrs. Jung H. Oh 72 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 Michel Panet-Raymond CHARTERED INSURANCE BROKER COURTIER D ASSURANCES AGREE 935-6109 MONTREAL 215 " IT ' S REDPATH " FOR REAL ESTATE REDPATH REALTIES LIMITED 1537 De Maisonneuve Blvd. W. 937-8501 Montreal 107, P.Q. BENCH TABLE SERVICE (1967) LTD. Party Supplies — • Sick Room Rental Equipement de parties Accessoires d ' invalides Sales, Rentals — Ventes et louages Tel. 738-4755 5410 Ferrier St. Town of Mount Roysl PRESTIGE HOME SITES Available on the beautiful Island of St. Lucia in the West Indies 1 4-1 Acre Hillside or Beach Lots Available Carib Riviera Club Estates Ltd. Montreal Office Please call 866-8565 Compliments of Stephen E. Vamos Fencing Professor Hugh. W. Blachfdrd, m.r.a.i.c. ARCHITECT SUITE 325, 3300 CAVENDISH BLVD., MTL. 261, 482-7385 Photography J I IHJKTKAITS FOR BUSINESS PEOPLE TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 73 Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Harry E, Mack Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. B. J. McGill Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Norman F. Morton Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. H. R. Okuda Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Paul Nakis Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. R. B. Escobar Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. D. N. Macleod Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Marshall 74 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 ) Compliments Of MR. AND MRS. ANDY LEVY TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 75 Compliments Of MR. and MRS. Z. AUERBACH Compliments Of DR. and MRS. CM. BEST (Compliments Of IR. and MRS. PAUL F. LIMOGES Compliments Of MR. and MRS. W.J. PATERSON Compliments Of IR. and MRS. H.E. SIRE Compliments Of MR. and MRS. VV. SONTHEIM Compliments Of IR. and MRS. H. STEPHEN Compliments Of IR. and MRS. WILLIAM TABAH 76 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 BETTS BtAUUCJiN A A 00 sherbrooke st. west rue sherbrooke ouest CASH westmount 6. quebec a rchitecfs-arch ifecte s tel. 514 ' 937 ' 8917 Compliments of CANTRONICS (QUE) INC. MR. MRS. HAROLD SCHACTER-SHARKEY ANONYMOUS Compliments of ARTON ENTERPRISES LTD. Compliments of CITY FILMS LTD. From a parent TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 77 Compliments Of MR. and MRS. F.S. VINCELLI Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. G. R. Pritchard Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. C. J. Pimenoff Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas Baktis Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. A. Vardy With the Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. J. Paul Gauthier Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Flam Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Jack C. Engels 78 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 Compliments Of IR. and MRS. A.H. HINDRICHS Compliments Of MR. and MRS. E. VERNON WARREN Compliments Of } MR. and MRS. JACQUES MARTIN Compliments Of DR. and MRS. S. OSZADSZKY COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. P. R. Anderson Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Waters TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969 79 The following parents have also helped to make possible this issue of " Echoes " : Dr. and Mrs. L. Atallah Mr. and Mrs. Norman M. Fishbourne Mr. and Mrs. George Hall Mr. and Mrs. L.D. Johnson Dr. and Mrs. Arthur Levine Mr. and Mrs. Frank Lowe Group Captain and Mrs. J. A. Newton Mr. and Mrs. L. Parmeggiani Professor and Mrs. A.M. Ross Mr. and Mrs. W. Sabolo Mr. and Mrs. W.B. Sears Mr. and Mrs. R.W. Spafford Mr. and Mrs. M.E. Williams FROM A FRIEND COMPLIMENTS OF A PARENT 80 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1969

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