Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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

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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

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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