Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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 .

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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

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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