Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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

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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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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