Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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

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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

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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