Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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t rafalgar Cdfioesi MAGAZINE STAFF Editor ELIZABETH WILLIAMS Assistant Editor CATHY CASH First Sub-editor LINDA SABOLO Second Sub-editor JO WELLS Secretary-Treasurer MARIE ANNE LAFOREST Art Editor JESSIE FISKE Photography Editor NABIHA ATALLAH Sports Editor LESLEY HARRIS HOUSE EDITORS Barclay KATHIE MILNES Cumming NABIHA ATALLAH Donald SALLY MOORE Fairley KAREN FLAM Ross KATHY McCUAIG CONTENTS Editorial 3 Awards 4 Graduating Class 5 Prefects 14 Form Officers 15 School Activities 16 Barclay 20 Cumming 25 Donald 30 Fairley 35 Ross 40 Boarders 46 Juniors 47 Sports 50 Old Girls ' Notes 54 Directory 57 2 42 ; !56 H-i w SS EathoUc of 12 bi shoi: ' ' ' 3! of future bisJ H ; postal vote by i %tmth Vietr SAIGON: A yesterday was h the American - leave Vietnam t , iuiet, U,S. and ' German pri BONN: Fifl Catboiie priests I bishops 00 the Dutdi bishops, ordination- of mi accused £hdr ilonesty by remaj fUmr arrivei MEADOW lI flojir has arrive . Indian families this area wa EDITORIAL rasu " niaj Each of us in the world is an individual. We all have our own ideas and per- sonal meanings to apply to things. " Peace " we cry in unison. Meaning what? To one, silence; to a clergyman, loving thy neighbour; to a peace demonstrator, no war. But what do we mean by war? Does it not stem largely from the intolerance of a nation, a political party, or a person towards another? Today when we hear and read of racial prejudice — a blind bias, unsupported by fact, of those supposed to be " inferior " — We are shocked, yet we are all biased to some extent and we fail to be aware of the hurt inflicted by this intoler- ance. Because certain standards are raised within groups of people, those who do not measure up are shunned. Even the well-educated can be guilty of intolerance. We cannot tolerate some, yet we continue to be amazed at the existence of prejudice. As time passes, we must make ourselves aware of the reasons for acting this way. Our viewpoints have been conditioned by family, school, city, province, race, nation — that is, our total environment. Day after day we are being affected by the opinions of other people. In talking amongst ourselves we spread our own biases and intolerance. As the youth of today and the adults of the future, it is our responsibility to become aware of our environment and to open our minds to further knowledge. Even though we may disagree, we must always be willing to listen to the opinions of others. This is communication and toleration at work. Idealistic as it may seem, it would bring us much closer to " loving one another " . " Peace " , we advocate; when will we begin to live it? or -fcj ' Wkatever happen that French gay, Chuck sometlUnd other? 1 rencf « ctt ' 3 k 3 AWARDS 1969 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 Barbara Busing. THE FORSYTH CUP, awarded to the senior girl who has made the most of her opportunities, showing herself friendly and helpful to all, was awarded to Marie Florence Vack. THE GOVERNORS ' MEDAL, awarded to the girl who has maintained the highest academic standing throughout the final year, was won by Jean Macleod. THE GUMMING PRIZE was awarded for integrity and conscientious fulfilment of her duties as Head Prefect to Heather McConnell. THE FAIRLEY PRIZE was awarded for marked academic improvement and contribu- tions to the life of the school to Joan Fletcher. THE JANE WEDDLE MEMORIAL TROPHY, presented to the Fifth Form giri who most nearly resembles Jane in courtesy, character, and academic achievement, was award- ed to Elizabeth Williams. Inter-House Awards THE SHIELD for the greatest number of points during the year was won by Donald. THE WALKER CUP for the Inter-House Competition was won by Barclay. THE SPELLING CUP was won by Gumming. 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 Fairley. THE BASKETBALL CUP was won by Barclay. THE VOLLEYBALL CUP was won by Donald. THE TENNIS CUP was won by Donald. THE BADMINTON CUP was won by Donald. Academic Prizes Awarded To The Sixth Form Jean Macleod - General Proficiency, History, French, Latin Danielle Kraus - General Proficiency, Mathematics Pamela Kanter - General Proficiency, French, Latin, The Goldstein Medallion for Spanish Heather McConnell - General Proficiency, French Philippa Hall - General Proficiency, Chemistry Mary Stephen - General Proficiency Marie Florence Vack - French The Bryan Prize Presented by TOGA for creat ive writing to Kathy McCuaig Prizes for Literary Contributions to " Echoes " First — Diane Pefanis Second — Heather McConnell, Gay McDougall FORM VI B PATRICIA ANN ROBERTS, " Ansy-Pansy " , 1965-1970 Barclay House ' ' I can hardly wait till tomorrow. 1 get more beautiful every day. " Joe Willy Namath Ambition: Carleton ' s Co-ed Residence. Probable destiny: Maternity ward of the Ottawa General. Pastime: Watching Montreal riots from her bathroom window. Asset; Her ability to drop water bombs onto Montrealers and Spaniards. Claim to fame: Fainting on her first day at Traf in Mrs. Mac ' s first Hygiene class. Pet possession: Her 11-string 12-string guitar. Pet aversion: Feeling great and looking terrible. Activities: Head Girl, President of Students ' Council, House Head, Basketball Team Manager, Grad Dance Committee, Discipline Committee. NINA JEZEK, 1967-1970 ( " Saj what you mean. Mean what you say, Be yourself In this world of today! " Molson Ale Ambition: To write a best-seller. Probable destiny: Reading best-sellers. Asset: 5 ' 9 " . Pastime: Analyzing people ' s characters. Pet possession: Contact lenses. Theme songs: " Monday, Monday " and " Kind of a Drag ' Can you imagine: Nina getting 90 percent in French? Pet peeve: Soap operas. H ouse ANNEMETTE JORGENSEN, " The Great Dane " , 1966-1970 Gumming House " n our world of today. Peace is like a rare gem. And war is just our common way. " Ambition: Physiotherapist. Probable destiny: Caught on the rack. Claim to fame: Her mighty strength. Pet possession: Her guitar. Favourite expression: " Can ' t tonight. " Pet peeve: Lack of muscle on some males. Theme song: " Je t ' aime " . Can you imagine: Annemette not winnings fight? 6 ESTELLE LIMOGES, 1967-1970 Gumming House ' Pleasure is a freedom-song, But it ' s not freedom. " Ambition: To get out of high school. Probable destiny: Never getting out of high school. Pet possession: Joopy. Pastime: Thinking. Can you imagine: Estelle not in the Hbrary? Favourite saying: " I ' ve got to get out of here. " JOAN MARSHALL, 1966-1970 Donald House " wish I were a bottle of ink, inky, pinky, winky, black ink. " Ambition: Oceanographer. Probable destiny: Beach bum. Pet peeve: White socks. Pet possession: A baby tou. Theme song: " Little Schoolgirl " — Johnny Winter. Can you imagine: Joan not trying to grow her hair? Claim to fame: Those long nails. Pastime: Talking to Ellyn in English, French, etc., etc. LESLIE JOHANNA MARTIN, 1968-1970 Donald House " S ie who laughs last has had to have the joke explained to her! " Ambition: Bachelor of Education. Probable destiny: Educating a bachelor. Pastime: Listening to Nancy ' n Nancy analyse their boy problems. Claim to fame: Red hair. Prototype: Anne of Green Gables. Activities: Senior basketball team. BEVERLY ANNE MORGAN, " Bev " , 1969-1970 Donald House • " Life, and all that lives, is conceived in the mist and not in the crystal. And who knows but a crystal is mist in decay? " Kahlil Gibran Ambition: To travel from one end of the world to the other. Probable destiny: A matron at St. Helen ' s. Can you imagine: Bev not talking? Pastime: Playing basketball down Simpson Street with Janet. Favourite saying: " Madame, je ne comprends pas. " Pet peeve: The only girl having two grad dances. Activities: Form and School basketball teams, Library assistant. ELLEN NEMEC, " Ellyn " , 1964-1970 Ross House " Love of Love, Love of Life, and giving without measure gives in return the wondrous yearn of peace. " Ambition: Biological research. Pastime: Talking to Joan in English, French, etc. Pet possession: A red " kerchief " . Claim to fame: Her green cape. Theme song: " To Emily wherever she may be " . Pet Peeve: Plastic people. Favourite expression: " Like . . . .! " JOHANNE PERREAULT, 1969-1970 Barclay House ' ' Rien ne sert de courir, il faut partir a point. Ambition: Biologist. Pet possession: False eyelashes. Can you imagine: Johanne 5 ' 10 ' ? Asset: Pale blue eyes. Theme song: " In a Gadda da Vida " . Weakness: Psychedelic music. Pet peeve: Shallow people. Claim to fame: Being French at Trafalgar. TANYA VERONICA PIMENOFF, " LaUy " , 1966-1970 Barclay House " The world is full of willing people: those willing to work and those willing to let them. " Ambition: To travel or to be a stewardess. Probable destiny: Cuba. Pet possession: Brothers and a picture. Pet aversion: People who don ' t listen. Theme song: " Aquarius " . Claim to fame: Predicting the future. Favourite expression: " Nobody ' s listening. " Prototype: Pollyanna. LOUISE CAROLINE PIGOT, " Luvis " " Lou " " Fluff " , 1966-1970 Cumming House " was shipwrecked before I got on board. What ' s your excuse? " Ambition: To be in command of her own ship. Probable destiny: Sailing a " Falcion " on Levering Lake. Pastime: Adding up hymn players ' House points. Pet possession: Sailor cap. Favourite expression: " Oh Yea? ! Pet aversions: Long hair on boys and girls, and translating Virgil. Activities: Prefect, Form Treasurer, Form Games Captain, Hymn Secretary and Player, First School basketball team. Maths and Science Club; LANA BARBARA REASIN, 1968-1970 Fairley House " School is like a steer, a point here and a point there and a lot of ' bull ' in between. " Ambition: Stewardess. Probable destiny: Cleaning the cockpits. Pet Possession: Crackers at lunch. Pet peeve: Waiting for a certain person. Claim to fame: Her knees. Theme song: " Younger Girl " . Pastime: Fighting with Jennie or Liane for the pillow. Activities: House Head, Form Gym Lieutenant. LINDA MARY LOUISE SABOLO, 1966-1970 Ross House " ' When Vm right, no one remembers; When Vm wrong no one forgets. " Ambition: Teacher. Probable destiny: Student in Adult Education Class. Pet peeves: Bad drivers and people who don ' t like Italian food. Pet possessions: Car keys and a good appetite. Pastime: Going for joy rides with the gang. Weakness: Singing " Chestnuts roasting o ' er an open fire " on the ski lift. Can you imagine: Linda not panicking? Activities: Sub-Head Prefect, Vice-president of Students ' Council, House Head, First Sub-editor of " Echoes " , Secretary of Discipline Committee. LIANE SCHACHTER-SHARKEY, 1967-1970 Ross House " Hope for the best, expect the worst,, and take what comes. " Ambition: To see an Arlo Guthrie concert. Probable destiny: A waitress in Alice ' s Restaurant. Pastime: Trimming Marie Anne ' s split ends. Favourite expression: " Gross! Pet possession: Bleached jeans. Theme song: " I ' m late, I ' m late, for a very important date " Can you imagine: Liane being on time? Activities: Prefect, School Red Cross President, Editor of Red Cross Youth Perspectives, Drama Club, Science Club. NANCY WALL, 1964-1970 Gumming House " I always avoid temptation, except when I can ' t resist it. " Ambition: Psychologist. Probable destiny: Douglas Hospital. Pastime: Analysing her boy problems. Can you imagine: Nancy without a brush? Claim to fame: 5 ' 7 1 2 " . Pet peeve: People who ask her if her last name is Sinatra. Prototype: Jayne Mansfield reincarnated. (She got it all the first time.) Activities: Form President, House Head, Grad Dance Committee. JACQUELINE ELIZABETH WARREN, " Jackie " , 1966-1970 Barclay House " Smile and the world smiles with you, Cry and you cry alone. " Ambition: To travel. Probable destiny: Housewife. Pet peeve: Nosey people. Pet possession: A white umbrella. Asset: Getting along with people. Favourite expression: " Do 1 have to? But Mother. " Can you imagine: Jacqueline passing English Lit. tests? Activities: Form Red Cross Representative, Library Assistant. GLORIA SYDNA WATERS, 1967-1970 Ross House " Four score and twenty years ago .... and here I still am. " Ambition: Teacher. Probable destiny : Still having four hours homework every night! Theme song: " Whistle while you work " . Pastime: Whistling while she works. Pet peeve: Writing out Students ' Council minutes. Claim to fame: Writer ' s cramp. Pet possession: " Mr. Dickens " . Activities: Prefect, House Head, Senior Federation Representative, School Games Vice-Captain, Secretary of the Students ' Council. ELIZABETH GAIL WILLIAMS, " Buffy " , 1964-1970 Donald House " Silence is golden — Why all the noise? " Ambition: Interpreter at the U.N. Probable destiny: Still translating Caesar at Traf. Pet peeve: People who ask her why she doesn ' t say much. Favourite saying: " Well . . . " Can you imagine: Buffy swinging on a vine from a tree yelling " AaaaaAH. . . ! " Theme song: " Easy to be Hard " — " Hair " . Pet possession: Her Spanish portrait. Activities: Prefect, Editor of " Echoes " , Form Gym Captain, Study Centre Tutor. FORM VI A MATILDA- ANN BAKTIS, " Mattie " , 1966-1970 Barclay House " If you don ' t say what ' s in your heart, There ' s no better way for falling apart, So open the door and let the sun shine ... " John Kay Ambition: Languages. Probable destiny: Successor to Chez Helene. Pet possession: Her false eyelashes. Assets: Her cavitiless teeth and her double-jointed arms. Pastime: Talking. Claim to fame: Being a tree in the House plays. Favourite expression: " I ' m gonna croak. " Prototype: Tweety-Pie. JANET EUGENIA BLANE, 1966-1970 Donald House ' ' Anything worth possessing can never be quite possessed. " Ambition: Primary teacher. Probable destiny: Teaching her primes. Asset: That innocent-looking smile. Can you imagine: Janet with long hair? Pet possession: Her thermos of hot tea. Favourite expression: " Oh sh . . . ugar. " Claim to fame: Her art-work in English class. Activities: First School basketball team, fencing, Form Gym Lieutenant, Form basketball team. SUSAN CANTLE, " Sue " , 1968-1970 Donald House " Mj name is Sue. How do you do? " Ambition: Legal secretary. Probable destiny: On lawyer ' s lap. Pet peeve: Being the shorter older sister. Pet possession: Furry animal. Favourite saying: " Twerp! " Asset: Her smile. Theme song: " Pretty httle girl with the red dress on " Get me a red dress. Activities: Prefect, House Head, Science Club, Boarders ' Council. KATHERINE BIRENS CASH, " Kate, Cathy, Kitty Bee " , 1966-1970 Donald House " music be the food of love, play on! " Shakespeare Ambition: Violinist. Probable destiny: Music teacher at Traf. Claim to fame: Her career in Traf ' s concerts. Pet possession: Her violin. Pet peeve: Boots that don ' t fit " perfectly " . Favourite expression: " I ' m not coming to school tomorrow — I have an orchestra practice. " Pastime: Not eating anything and loving it. MARY ANN LISA CIPRIANO, " Cipi " , 1967-1970 Barclay House " This is not the end of a journey. It is a beginning— a new and splendid beginning. " Adlai Stevenson II Ambition: NASA Aerospace Program. Proble destiny: Curator of NASA Museum. Pet peeve: An assembly who can ' t sing the hymns as she plays them. Pet possession: Rings, rings, rings. Theme song: " America " by Simon and Garfunkel. Can you imagine: Mary Ann unconcerned about a test? Activities: Chess Club, Science Club, Library assistant, hymn player, Form basketball team. JACALYN CLABON, " Jackie " , 1963-1970 Fairley House " The person beside you is the same, Together you are a universe. " Ambition: Biologist. Probable destiny: Editor of the gossip column of the " New York Times " . Can you imagine: Jackie with a pet tapeworm? Pet possession: One desiccated banana peel. Asset: Probable Swiss nationality. Claim to fame: Five cats. Pastime: Talking to Mattie. Prototype: Bismarck. GEORGIA MARGARET CLARKE, 1967-1970 Fairley House " Better late than never. " Ambition: To travel. Probable destiny: Visiting Jane in Bermuda. (That ' s as far as she ' ll ever get.) Pet possession: He r matching fur coat and hat. Asset: Her beautiful hair. Claim to fame: Octavia. Can you imagine: Georgia being on time for school? Pet peeve: Being whistled at by old men. Favourite expression: " Really? " SANDRA CROSBY, " Sandy " , 1964-1968; 1969-1970 Ross House " The Lord gave us two ends: One to sit on, one to think with; Our future depends on which we use: Heads we win, tails we lose. " Ambition: To go to university in Ireland; to race cars. Probable destiny: Racing through the riots in Ireland. Favourite expression: " There ' s no way. " Pet peeves: Rain; having a licence and not being allowed to drive. Pet possession: A fur hat. Pastime: Counting the seconds till Thursday nights to see a certain goalie. Can you imagine: Sandy ever breaking a date with Joan for after school? MARIE DES GROSEILLERS, 1968-1970 Ross House " Why be a nuisance when with a little effort you can be completely impossible? " Ambition: To have a sun tan all year round. Probable destiny : Beach bum. Asset: Her " long, long " hair. Theme song: " Why does the sun go on shining? " Pastime: Singing with Annabelle. Pet peeve: Being a soprano in singing class when she shouldn ' t even be singing! 11 KATHERINE ELLIOTT, 1969-1970 Fairley House " am only afraid that when I ' m dead ril think of something 1 left unsaid. " Ambition: To teach and travel. Probable destiny: Orientation of Grade 11 students of future generations. Pet possession: Memories. Pet aversion: People with noses on their foreheads. Pastime: Travelling to and from Trafalgar via C.N. Pi. Favourite saying: " Unbelievable! " Asset: A sense of humour. Claim to fame: Finally piercing her ears. JESSIE FISKE, 1959-1970 Fairley House R e are always getting ready to live but never living. Emerson Ambition: Teacher or author. Probable destiny: Permanent Art Editor of " Echoes " . Pastime: Drawing in her History, Latin, English books. Pet peeve: A naked piece of paper. Can you imagine: Jessie without charcoal on her face? Prototype: Heidi. Favourite expression: " For Pete ' s sake! " Pet possession: A llama wool poncho. MARIE GISELE GAUTHIER, 1966-1970 Barclay House " B e are born from risen apes not fallen angels. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. " Ambition: Biochemist. Probable destiny: Pickling guinea-pigs ' brains. Pet possession: Ajudogi. Claim to fame: Beating Mrs. MacD. at badminton. Pet peeve: Dumb questions. Prototype: Atalanta. Pastime: Trying to learn German. Activities: Prefect, House Head, School Games Captain, School First Basketball Team, Form Vice-president, Form Gym Captain, Form Basketball Team, Math and Science Clubs. MARY COLLEEN HEFFERNAN, 1966-1970 Fairley House " Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. " Emerson Ambition: Around the world in eighty days. Pet peeve: Phonies like A.B., CD., E.F., and G.H. Claim to fame: " Happy Harvie, Miss Holiday. " Weakness: Dean Martin and Colonel Sanders Kentucky Fried. Pet possessions: Guitar, nivea, mars bars, and mother (not necessarily in that order). Prototype: Nancy Greene? Favourite expression: " O.K. guys, here ' s what we ' ll do ... " Activities: Prefect, House Head, School Athletic Association Secretary, Tennis team. Form basketball team, Form Games Lieutenant, Science Club. MARIE ANNE LAFOREST, " M.A.L. " , 1966-1970 Gumming House " Love me or leave me. Hey, where are you all going? " Ambition: Travel. Probable destiny: From Traf to home, and vice versa. Pet peeve: Chile? ! Where ' s that? Pet possession: Her so-called pep pills. Pastime: Splitting her split ends. Favourite saying: " Huh? Can you imagine: Marie Anne not complaining about the cold? Activities: Prefect, House Head, Form Treasurer, Secretary - Treasurer for " Echoes " , Science Club, Boarders ' Council. ANNABELLE LANCZ, 1968-1970 Fairley House " There are two kinds of people: those that agree with me and those that are wrong. " Ambition: To get into .any college. Probable destiny: Traf VI A, 1970-71. Can you imagine: Annabelle not talking? Asset: How fast she talks. Pet possession: Her " pigtails " . Prototype: Maggie Muggins. Pastime: Singing with Marie. Activities: Red Cross Rep. NANCY ANNE LAVIGNE, 1966-1970 Ross House " want to get one thing out of high school — Me. " Ambition: Advertising (among other things). Probable destiny: Washing bill-boards. Claim to fame: Contact lenses; her horse. Pastime: Helping the other Nancy solve her boy problems. Pet possession: " Kelly " . Can you imagine: Nancy not going to Bill ' s (restaurant) every morning before school? Prototype: Carol Burnett. JENNIFER MARY MADILL, " Jennie " , 1964-1970 Ross House " Laugh and the world laughs with you, Cry — and Jennie keeps on laughing. " Ambition: To travel. Probable destiny: Selling atlases from door to door. Asset: That " laugh " and the " A.D. " cough. Prototype: Art Carney. Pet aversions: " That " class and people who vote for themselves. Favourite expression: " Gak. " Theme song: " Oh, you beautiful doll " . Activities: Prefect, Form President, Grad Dance Committee, Form Games Captain. 13 THE PREFECTS THE BAND or the effervescent eleven (to the tune of the Beatles ' ' A Little Help from my Friends " ) What would you say if we painted our room. And we painted it a shocking red, And then if we hung strips of tin on the wall, And had a chimney for old Saint Nick? 0 we get by with our music and room. We have concerts on Fridays at noon. Come listen and you ' ll meet your doom. What do we do with some old black tape? We make a sign on the door. And what do we do when we sell and we bake? We go out and buy a rug for the floor. 0 we get by with our music and room. We have concerts on Fridays at noon. Come listen and you ' ll meet your doom. Do you like our new curtains? Yes, but 1 can ' t see out any more. Would you Hke to sit down? Pull up, and sit on the floor. 14 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 III B Upper II Form II Presidents Jennie Madill Nancy Wall Elizabeth Harcourt Jo Wells Brenda Kaine Helen McGiU Joanne Neale Judy Bates Claire Panet-Raymond Elizabeth Livermore Vice-Presidents Marie Gauthier Johanne Perreault Jane Fiske Kathy McCuaig Deborah Worrell Susan Roy Isabelle Best Janet Kearns Susan Astle Shari Auerbach 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 Jackie Clabon Leslie Martin Elizabeth Harcourt Kathy McCuaig Janet Clarke Helen McGill Christina Vincelli Elizabeth Pigot Julie Lefebvre Alexandra Gruca Vice-Presidents Mathilda Baktis Nancy Wall Nabiha Atallah Rosemary Okuda Brenda Kaine Diane Pefanis Susan Charest Debbie Breuer Evelyn Konopko Bronwen Creswell FIRST AND SECOND TERMS 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 Treasurers Marie-Anne Laforest Louise Pigot Joanne Bird Karen Merrithew Kathie Milnes Debbie Kraus Kathy Rolland Debbie Breuer Paola Parmeggiani Ero Saitanis Jackie Hall Red Cross Representatives Annabelle Lancz Jackie Warren Gail Gilbert Rosemary Okuda Kathy Feig Cynthia Nunns Pip Coupland Jeannie Saros Fionnuola Byrne April Kape THE STUDENTS ' COUNCIL (to be sung to the tune of " An English Country Garden " ) Meeting to order! 1 second it — Not allowed! On a Trafalgar lunchtime hour. I make a motion Hopefully to carry But that ' s not fair — you counted wrong! How about a Hobo Day? Dress up funny, then you pay, Bottles and beards, cigars and more. Pants with patches, laughter catches On the Hobo Day at Trafalgar. Lots of meetings, New blouses, basketball Treasurer reports minus ninety-eight cents. Christmas is coming , Money is lacking, Let ' s all have a big bazaar. Committees and classes, Goodies for the masses, A gym full of Christmas spirit. Now beware there are new things everywhere From the brand new council at Trafalgar. 16 WE STUDENTS ' FEDERA TION It has been half a decade since The Federation began. The Federation — an organiza- tion for us all. Haifa decade is a long time. Time to do much, to plan much. We perform a social service — we have a place where children who have very little may come and share something with us. We ' ve shared books, thoughts, hot dogs, ice cream, and Santa Claus. We ' ve sung songs, played games, and watched cartoons. And who has had the most fun? There are opportunities for us all. A work of art, a revolutionary invention, or a suc- cessful experiment can be displayed. Drama Clubs perform before a varied audience — fellow schools. Social comment, poems, stories, speeches, reports, announcements, reviews, all appear in a news-letter. Neither do we abandon the celluloid jungle, and ama- teur movie-makers are welcomed. We join together in all these activities, and whether we use Sacred Heart ' s gym for drama night, L.C.C. ' s Hghts, St. George ' s press experience. The Study ' s and Traf ' s know- how for a Christmas party, or Loyola ' s dance organization — we ' re two thousand strong, and we can do so much. CHRISTMAS CAROL SERVICE 1969 RED CROSS The Red Cross, one of many world-wide organiza- tions, has been helping underprivileged countries stave off poverty and famine since 1859. Two of its many small branches are located in Traf: one High School and one Junior Branch, and our executive has been very active this year. The High School Branch organized a clothes trade, a calendar sale, a movie showing, and two health kit drives. The Junior Branch gave bake sales which made .124.00 for the Biafra Fund, and they are now selling calendars. We would all like to thank Liane Schachter, President, Gail Gilbert, Vice-President, Laura Parmeggiani, Secre- tary of the Committee, and Miss Templeton, Staff Ad- visor, for their dedication and hard work. THE BIOLOGICAL SCIENCE CLUB This year, many enthusiastic Biology students have turned the lab into a miniature zoo. The animal inven- tory is presently as follows: one hamster (Hermie); eigh- teen chicken eggs; six white, brown and black mice, and lots more arriving soon! An incubator has been set up to observe the development of chick embryos, an egg being opened at various stages in the development. The hamster up to now has not served any purpose except cause worry by his habit of biting off fingers, arms, etc. The mice are to serve as the subjects of various experi- ments which they will gradually be made to undergo. Sophisticated experiments are not planned: many of the future biologists are having great difficulty in dis- tinguishing the males from the females (this is of great importance, especially when breeding is the prime ob- jective). It is to be anticipated that breeding will be the experiment that will be the most successful as very little interference, if any, is required for good results. All in all, many interesting things are being learnt and everyone is having a great deal of fun. Marie Gauthier, Form VI A, Barclay House CHRISTMAS IN CANADA Processionals 0 Come, 0 come Emmanuel uanaaian i lie ooiiy ana ine ivy English n rk the H;ilk w eisn i) Cii 1 V If n Q- fi 1 Rprcrprf ' ' 1- J A T 1 1 o V U • U CI ilC I C • Canadian v- ' diui ui Liic j- rum American KJii I laiiiucdLi , jediiiieLLe, ibdijeiia French 11 Est Ne I " rArir n Xll LCI 1 llc j M . H-UJllallCC -- ' U. JL Beethoven Vjallly v aoiI, V iUlIII Minuit Chretien h rf nfn 1- L CI Ivl I Vic iiiree iviiigs Hopkins rvt ci " i ii vl i f " 1 — I ,■ 1 , A »-i |- 1 ifctTi £ n y:}Uyi ivcoi i ou Lvieriy, vjeiiiieiiitn English i_ iLiic xuwii oi ucLiiieiiein Redner (jood King Wenceslas cjUglisn Silent Night German Les Anges dans nos Campagnes French What Child is This? EngHsh Jingle Bells Pierpont Jolly Old St. Nicholas The Huron Carol Brebeuf We Wish You a Merry Christmas English Recessional: 0 Come All Ye Faithful The bilingual Christmas Carol Concert of December eighteenth had as its theme " Christmas in Canada " . Be- fore each of the lesser-known songs, a Third Former read aloud a short paragraph describing its origin. Most songs were accompanied by guitars and, in three songs, by recorders. Cathy Cash played Beethoven ' s " Romance Opus 21 " on the violin, making the evening more varied. One notable departure from the pattern of other years was that the songs were sung by the school as a whole, rather than by individual classes. This led to a decided increase in, not only volume, but also the num- ber of girls who knew the words. The Fifth Form art class, with Mrs. Ridolfi ' s help, de- signed and painted the backdrop Nativity scene. The performance went fairly smoothly, and the guests seemed to enjoy the evening very much. We would like to thank Miss Hopson for devoting so much time and effort to make this a success. Vivien Law Form V B Cumming House 18 THE HOUSE PLAYS SHAKESPEARE REVISED judged by Mrs. John P. Rowat Barclay headed the Hst with a hilarious version of " Macbeth " . No one will ever forget the thickly accented " My hands are dirty " of Mac- beth, or Lady Macbeth ' s death scene. The surprise ending aslronside rolled in, in his wheelchair, finished the play in fine style. Gumming came second, two points behind, with " The Taming of the Shrew " . Petruchio got his point across to Kate and won his bet with Hortensio. The scene with Bianca and her screaming children proved a good ending to a very well acted play. Fairley ' s subtle satire of " Antony and Cleopatra " came third, a clever portrayal of a historical play. The acting of the bossy Cleopatra, and Antony came across very well and made a somewhat unfamiliar play very amusing. Ross placed fourth. " Romeo and Julia " emphasized the " English- French situation " between the Montagues and the Capultowns. Julia and Romeo died tragically, while Prince Edouard patched the two famihes together, accents and all. Donalds twelve-scene " Twelfth Night " ended the list only ten points from the top. The scenery was colourful as was the Elizabethan English retained in the play. Lines were hard to learn, but everyone managed. 19 BARCLAY HOUSE Front Row: Pat Humby, Evelyn Konopko, Susan Charest, Lygia Pietracupa, Mary-Ann Ogilvy, Elizabeth Livermorc, Reisa Lush. 2nd: Hanna Deutschenschmied, Mary Ann Cipriano, Veronica Pimenoff, Marie (jauthier {House Head), Miss Stansfield (House Mistress), Ann Roberts (House Head), Kathie Milnes (Form V Rep.), Jackie Warren, Lynn Daza. 3rd: Betty Craig, Lois Hayes, Anne Charest, Leslie (Woodson, Donna Morton, Susan Solymoss, Helen Mc(jill, Janet Kearns, Christina Vincelli. Back Row: Johanne Perreault, Susan Ogilvy, Jill Pilgrim, Judy Bates, Rita Pilgrim, Colette Perreault, Elizabeth Rothgeb, Chris-Ann Nakis, Erica More. Absent: Matilda Baktis, Sophie Andrews, C ail Gilbert. LES FRUITS DE LA FERMIERE La fermiere prend une peche; EUe ne porte pas une beche; Parce que la beche N ' est pas dans la terre. La fermiere prend une pomme; Pour ITiomme Qui marche dans la rue Devant la maison. L ' homme ne dit pas Merci pour cela, Et la fermiere Ferme la barriere . . . Vite! Evelyn Konopko, Upper II MARCH The rain streaks down my window as I look out on the dark, drenched street. One dim street-light shines on the lonely corner and reflects in a dark violent pool beneath it. A car creeps along the slippery pavement, reaches a " stop " sign, and disappears around a sharp corner. The rain beats down faster now as a soaked woman splashes her way through puddles to get to her warm, dry house. Suddenly a light turns on in the house across the way. The light makes the silhouette of an old willow visible. Its branches creak as a gust of wind plays among them. A dead, soggy branch falls to the ground to remain there until the storm goes away. The rain begins to let up after seeing it has melted the last dirty snow mounds. Could this mean that Spring is on the way? Donna Morton, Form V B 20 THE SEAGULL I won ' t pretend that I saw the gull right away, as might be expected, but as soon as I had collected my thoughts from their phantasmagoric voyage it was the first thing that caught my attention. The splendid whiteness of her elegant wings in flight was accented by the beautiful rays of the Newfoundland sunrise. It was strange that the bird should have come so far up the bay: since old man Fogerty had set up his old saw mill across the cove, the chemicals had been killing the fish for miles around. I lifted my head so I could watch the gull more closely, and the cool breeze obligingly swept the hair from my eyes. She was probably searching for breakfast. She turned smoothly into a spiral and circled gracefully down. I shifted my position quickly and lay on my stomach looking over the edge of the precipice so 1 could follow the rest of her flight down. She flew leisurely, and gradually became a small speck against the dark and angry Atlantic, far below. The fishermen would be coming in early today, for the ocean forecast a storm. Abruptly I swung around, pulled up my knees and rested my chin on them. It was completely silent and still here, disturbed only by the sound of the incoming tide crashing against the jagged rocks. I hugged my knees closer and held the moment to me. It was like seeing nature as it was meant to be seen — untamed and unscathed by human hands. In front of me I could see the bay gradually reaching out to the blue sea. Around me the forest was rolling on and on as far as my eye could see. Me — I was sitting in a kind of clearing on the edge of a chff. The solitude was complete and unearthly. My father used to say it was like being close to God, and it is. He was the one who first discovered this place. I can remember the days when we used to romp to- gether here in the field, laughing and joking, or occasionally just partaking of its loveliness. We had such fxin together. The tears smarted my eyes as I . remembered the lengthy ill- ness he was forced to suffer, and how his great joy of life never ceased, though his body slowly shrivelled up. But that was five years ago — now I am sixteen. I still have never missed coming up here every day to greet the morning. The only difference is that now Guy comes instead of Dad. Guy started coming with me shortly after Dad died, to keep me company in my vigil. He is one of the sweetest people I have ever known, and I guess I love him as much as I do my mother — not romantic love, mind you, but the kind of love you have for an older brother. Suddenly I winced as I remembered what Mother had said when I told her about Guy. She said that I was too old for such non- sense, which I, to this moment, do not understand. It ' s funny too, for whenever we are together in the village, laughing and talking to each other, I have noticed that a hush falls on the people around us. The elderly ladies cluck their tongues and nudge their husbands ' arms, while the younger people stare at me rather strangely. We don ' t go in- to the village except for school now, and even that is a trial. The children there all laugh at me behind my back, and their teasing is often very cruel. I think their attitude towards me has something to do with my friendship with Guy, although I can ' t think why they would hate me because of him — for there is nothing about him to dislike. He is perfect, to my mind. I shrugged my shoulders and turned to smile at him. He was seated beside me quietly taking in the scene. Then slowly, with dawning reahzation, I knew why the people of the village despised me and why Mother was displeased with me. Staring at Guy, I realized that they could not see him for them he was just a figment of my imagination, not real at all. But Guy and I know better. I turned my head slowly, my unfocused gaze staring out towards the sea. The seagull was flying home. Betty Craig, Form V A LONELINESS I often hope That some day The time will come When the pieces Of my jigsaw world Will form a picture Again. Hanna Deutschenschmied, Form V A 21 THE FIRE The sun was rising above the mountain. Its warm morn- ing rays spilled down on the forest below, bringing the wild creatures to life. A soft breeze ruffled the tops of the trees as the mist receded from the lake. The birds had been awake for awhile, their cheerful chirpings echoed from tree to tree. From his burrow a big brown rabbit hopped lazily across a clearing to nibble at his favourite tree. A small snake slithered up on a rock to sun himself. Near the lake, a doe and her fawn could be seen drinking their fill, the deer wandered slowly past a small clearing where there was a great amount of activity. All the animals knew that it was going to be hot and they weren ' t going to exert themselves, but these creatures weren ' t so smart. A family out camping was preparing for an early start. They hastily packed their jeep, casually smothering their camp fire. Within ten minutes they had disappeared, but their fire hadn ' t. Slowly it revived, spreading across the clearing, eat- ing up the strewn garbage on the way. Soon it reached the first bushes and started to climb. The air grew thick with smoke, and panic grew among the animals. Fox and rabbit raced side by side to the cool safety of the lake. The buck hustled the doe and the fawn along the path towards the lake but then veered towards the river road, for he realized the river was nearer. By now the fire was licking at their heels, snapping and crackling. The buck pounded down the road leading to the river. Little did he know that someone else was fleeing the fire. A familiar-looking jeep was driving quickly away from the forest, the driver making rude comments about idiots who cause forest fires. The buck loomed in front of the small vehicle and raced into it head on. The jeep flew sideways and then rolled down the hill into the licking flames, pinning its occupants under it. The buck scrambled up and limped on towards safety, his leg dangling. He didn ' t know of the saying ' an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. ' Kathy Milnes, Form V B THE CHASE The herd stood grazing Contentedly. The herd stallion standing proudly Superior. Suddenly, a gunshot in the distance Echoed Through the canyons That surrounded them. Ears pricked up. Wary Of danger. Then, Manes and tails flying In the wind. Silhouettes in the dusk. Dust flying under threshing hooves, Frightened animals. Neighing in terror. Why had their peaceful lives Been disrupted? Nostrils distended. Near exhaustion. The herd galloped onward, Hearts pounding, Muscles taut. Pulses throbbing. In a cloud of dust. Nearing the cliff. The stampeding herd Led by the stallion Who did not see The edge. Hanna Deutschenschmied, Form V A 22 MONTREAL This smoggy island With industries far and fair, It is a wondrous sight to see, But more than the eye can bear. Outside this dragon place Lies her majestic hill With grass so green in the summertime, Asleep now, hushed and still. At the crack of dawn she awakens With screeching brakes and tooting horns, Vibrant! Ruthless! Vigorous! This is my city With her riots, bombs, discord! But I love her. Elizabeth Livermore Form II LE VIEUX PECHEUR Le vieux pecheur etait debout- la mer s ' amassa , autour de ses deux pieds, I ' ecume couvrit les cailloux et le vieux pecheur s ' enfon9a dans le sable. Ses amis tirerent les filets sur le rivage. Le vieillard regarda la mer. La mer etait la depuis toujours. II etait ne pres d ' elle. 11 souleva son seau et vit son neveu qui criait avec ses amis. — " Ne criez pas, mon neveu. Les poissons entendront votre voix! — " Oui, mon oncle je parlerai d ' une voix douce et les poissons viendront dans nos filets. " Les pecheurs rirent. — " Ha! Riez, riez! Mais je connais, je comprends mes amis de la mer mieux que vous ne comprenez vos paroles. Mes amis entendront, oui, et ils resteront dans leur monde marin. " — " Dormez, vieillard— nous tirerons nos filets et vous tirerez la couverture du sommeil sur vos yeux. " Le vieillard s ' en alia. Le soleil brula et mit la mer en feu pendant que les nuages couvraient les etoiles. Le lendemain matin quand la brume s ' etait levee, le vieux pecheur marcha sur la plage. II portait une tige de fer et la piqua dans les etoiles de mer qui en moururent. — " Vous avez beaucoup de chance, mes amies, vous avez votre place dans la mer et au ciel. Moi, je n ' ai aucun point d ' attache. Je vis sur le sable mouvant. Ma peau est brulec par le soleil et mes levres sechees par la brise salee de la mer. Les vents emportent mes heures dans I ' onde et me laissent seul et vieux. Maintenant voux etes mortes — comme moi- meme. " Le vieux pecheur s ' avan a et la mer I ' engloutit. Ann Roberts, Form VI B LA MER La mer est etrange et sauvage. Elle est terrible, irritee Par un soir noir et orageux La mer est si effrayante. La mer est tres belle, Ses embruns tres frais. Le soleil brille sur les vagues, Et les eaux sont calmes dans les grottes. Pat Humby, Form III A L ' HISTOIRE D ' UNE FLEUR Quoi de plus plaisant que de regarder une jolie fleur? Du petit cmbryon jaillit une etincelle de vie. De son corps fragile et nouvellement ne,de minuscules petales innocentes etalent toute une gamme de merveilleuses couleurs chatoy- ant dans un mouvement mysterieux. Elle devient un etre vivant, sa purete, sa delicatesse lui donnent un prestige plus grand que toutes les richesses du monde. Elle symbolise pour I ' univers I ' affection, la paix et I ' amour. Elle remplace souvent bien des mots entre deux etres qui veulent se rapprocher. Elle est acceptee avec joie lorsqu ' on la donne en cadeau ou a une personne malade. Dans une maison une simple fleur peut rendre I ' atmosphere plus jo- viale. Enfin, une multitude de petites choses est I ' apanage des fleurs. Ainsi aujourd ' hui les jeunes la considerant comme un message pour dire aux gens: " Faites la paix non la guerre " . Johanne Perreault, Form VI B 23 MINA We had come to Mina this very day in April seven years before. It had been a fresh spring day, and I was looking forward to the new and very different life in Southern Nevada. I had heard people say Mina was a friendly place, a small town where everybody knew everybody else; it was in August, several months after our arrival, that I learned the truth about Mina. It was a Saturday morning and I was in Sam ' s hardware looking for a new tackle. A voice croaked from behind me: " Hello there, Sandy! " Oh! Mrs. Martin! Laryngitis worse today? " " Yep, but can ' t let that interfere with my activities, now, can I? " She gave a miserable little chuckle. " Goin ' fishin ' today? " Just as soon as 1 can get a tackle. D ' you know a good spot? " " Do I know a good spot! Why, honey, everybody knows Old Man Con— " She stopped suddenly. " Old man who? " I inquired. " Nobody, " she squawked abruptly. " Nobody at all. " At that she hurried out of the store. I went down to the creek bordering Mina and settled down on a grassy hummock under a shady weeping willow. It was a beautiful spot with water that couldn ' t have been deeper than four feet. I was so puzzled over Mrs. Martin ' s reaction to her own words that I was unaware of the pre- sence behind me. " I don ' t appreciate no trespassers sittin ' on my hummock under my tree and fishin ' outa my creek. " An old man stood behind me, leaning on a crooked home-made cane. He appeared inimical, and his face suf- fered lines of grief and pain. " There isn ' t any sign on this land saying I can ' t fish here! " " Nobody comes to Old Man Connor fer nothin ' unless it ' s by my invitation only, which is never. So now git goin ' before I lose my temper! " Old Man Connor, " I whispered to myself. He looked at me slyly, as if he had never heard anyone else say his name. " Why do you call this your land? I never heard people speak of any one person owning part of Mina. " " Folks say there ' s a curse on my land. " His eyes follow- ed a water-spider skimming the surface of the creek. " No one never sets foot on it no more. Not for the past thirty years. They say my daughter drowned here. " He turned to me slowly. " But I never had no daughter, " he murmured. The old man didn ' t seem to want any sympathy and limped back into the bush where he had come from. The day had clouded over and a wind had started up. I left his land and returned to Mina. The rest of August passed quickly, and school started again. It was not until the end of September, though, that I heard any more said about Old Man Connor. I was in the hardware when Mrs. Martin waddled up to Sam, smihng. " The Old Man ' s dead, " she whispered. Outside, a storm was brewing. Veronica Pimenoff Form VI B FLOCON DE NEIGE Flocon de neige, natif des cieux, N ' es-tu pas toi aussi infectieux En accord avec les autres elements contagieux Pour repandre cette vile corruption Qui etrangle forets, animaux, poissons. Si iimoccnt de parure, tu es coupable De camoufler cet horrible poison Qui sous la protection de tes dentelles, Deguise son rayonnement energique et penetrant Et sur les langues des petits enfants, S ' infiltre peu a peu dans ces chers insouciants. Pourquoi persistes-tu, Fameux Flocon, A persecuter la terre, contaminant ma maison? Ta vengeance est mal dirigee, Puisque ce sont les gens arrieres Qui, gouvernant les pays de la terre, Ont deterre la hache de guerre. Le blame tombe aussi sur nos patries, Qui n ' ont pas avec rapidite agi. Malgre I ' holocoste qui t ' a affecte, Tu reviens toujours comme avant; Aussi blanc et ponctuel tons les ans. Mais maintenant, tu n ' es plus innocent Et les meres te regardent en pleurant Se rappelant que leurs enfants Ne seront plus jamais comme auparavant. " C ' est pourquoi, mon petit, tu es deforme. Tire la langue pour t ' amuser, Et attrape une bonne dose de radioactivite. " Marie Gauthier, Form VI A 24 GUMMING HOUSE Front Row: Isabelle Best, Laura Bollen, Barbara Mariash, Gina Schnabel, Debbie Perry, April Kape, Ruth Simons. 2nd: Louise Pigot, Nina Jezek, Vivien Law, Marie Anne Laforest, (House Head), Mrs. Ritson (House Mistress), Nancy Wall (House Head), Estelle Limoges, Madeleine Roellinghoff, Annemette Jorgensen..3rt : Lynette Lombardi, Marianne Stoffregen, Lee Sullivan, Karen Merrithew, Audrey Wise, Wendy Verrier, Lynn Morgan, Sarah Kolas- iewicz, Debby Worrell, Kathy Feig. Back Row: Karin Little, Elizabeth Pigot, Elizabeth Har- court, Kathy Fletcher, Janet McCuaig, Christina Stephen, Lonny Wall, Gail Goodfellow, Maureen Burns, Jeannie Saros. Absent: Nabiha Atallah (Form V Rep). SILENCE (With apologies to Longfellow) The moon was shining in the treetops. Shining through the silver treetops. Shining in the trees and thickets Where the mighty buck, he slept Where the timid doe, she slept Where the tiny fawn, he slept. All was calm, was peaceful, tranquil. And the Indian lodge was silent, Silent as a sleeping beaver, As a beaver in his lodge. As an owl is in the daytime, Silent was the Indian lodge. Ruth Simons, Form II LIFE Life is like a railway train With tracks that come and go To places I only heard about And people I don ' t know. Life is like a ferris-wheel Round and round and round, For once you hit the top There is nothing left but down. Life is like autumn leaves That wither away and die. And no one even sees their lives Slowly passing by. Lynn Morgan, Form III B THE DECISION C hristopher walked slowly up the elm-lined drive. Never, he reflected, never in all his eighteen years had he seen light of such quality. Clear, untainted by artificial vapours, it filtered through the leaves above him to illumine the grass on either side of the gravel path, letting only the solid tree- trunks remain dark, to emphasize the better the intricate interplay of shades of light among the leaves. A yellow- throated warbler hopped, with a delicate flutter between trees, from one half-hidden branch to another. Christopher stopped to watch it. On a day such as this, had he been God, he thought, he would have created this bird, this twittering embodiment of Light. What, he wondered, was it like to speak to Light? He would find out. He whistled softly. The bird stopped, turned its head toward him, flew down to the grass opposite. " 0 bird, " Christopher began, " 0 light-bird — I don ' t know your own name — " " Hey, Chris, " shouted a shrill voice coming up the path. The bird flew off. " Hey, Chris, d ' ya always talk to yourself? Anyways, your old man wants you at ten in his building. Hey, what ' s the matter with you? Been sulking? Had anoth- er fight with your brother? Christopher had completely forgotten his pestiferous twelve-year-old brother, his usual excuse for over-pensive- ness to Lee. Now, he merely said grumpily, " Sun ' s gone in. " " Well, don ' t look at me. I didn ' t put the clouds up there. " Chris had other ideas about that. " Ya know, Chris, your dad was nearly in a good mood when I saw him. Hope he stays like that. " " Yes, thank you. Lee, could you please try not to call me ' Chris ' any more? " Whadja want to be called? Christopheros Edmundo, -onis, masc? " No, I ' m serious. I mean ' Christopher ' , not ' Chris ' . " " What ' s wrong with ' Chris ' ? It ' s a lot faster, and snappier, and in-er. " " Audit ' s sloppy, and inconsequential-sounding, and care- lessly casual. " Christopher had added a mental exclamation mark after ' in-er ' , although, or perhaps because, Lee had said it completely unconsciously. " Thanks for the message, Lee. I ' ll see you in — let ' s see, English 150. ' Bye. ' He strode rather hurriedly up the path. " Hey Chris, just a minute, Chris — 1 mean Chrisiop ier. What ' s the hurry, want to get rid of me, I suppose. Nice way for a guy to treat his girl friend. " Girl friend! Christopher gasped. Since when had he shown any special liking for this coarse girl from the run- down area where the City Council builders were tearing up the very foundations of the shabby Edwardian apartments, as if to leave no trace of anything unplanned by the new generation of eager young architects fresh from Dalhousie. In that place, taboo to all decent Haligonians, was the probably already-doomed building which this girl called ' home ' . Christopher had seen the address, had idly watched her writing it during the chaos of freshman registration, on a torn fragment of pink paper with a crude border of hearts and arrow-lancing cupids. It was then, as he was turning away with a bored disgust, that she had glanced up brightly, and said, with her voice, harsh though it was, dripping with confident expectation of immediate acceptance, " Hey, you, yes, you, are you takin ' English 150? Maths 101? Sociology 100? Only the English? Well, anyways, you wanna be my friend an ' show me round the place? I don ' t know where anything is. You gotta start right from the very beginning. Meet you tomorrow at nine fifteen, corner of South and Oxford. ' Bye bye for now " , and she had vanished. Christopher, overwhelmed, had sat heavily on an already crowded bench against the panelled wall. Now what, he wondered. Should he turn up tomorrow morning, at nine fifteen, on the corner of South and Oxford streets, and wait? His whole being rebelled. Suppose his father should drive by? He would undoubtedly stop, disregarding traffic lights and indignant buses and the policeman who regularly lurked in ambush on his motorcycle on the other side of the street, and would demand to know what his well- brought-up son thought he was doing dawdling on the corn- er, like any common long-haired youth. Then, for the fifti- eth time, he would expand on his favourite theme, the diff- erence between his sons and the sons of the common herd, in the middle of which diatribe against the type of person of which she was a perfect example, Lee would appear. 26 And then again, she might not. His father might not. He and Lee might stroll around the campus, investigating un- familiar corners for an unhurried hour before their first lecture. Swayed by this image, Christopher had presented himself, fifteen minutes too early, on the corner to wait for Lee, who was fifteen minutes late. This, he was to learn, was typical. Christopher supposed that it was from that morning that she dated her claims on him, but ' girl friend ' ! He might be her boy friend, but she was certainly not his girl friend. Through the winter, he had spent increasingly more of his studying time taking her to movies, boring himself while increasing her appetite for them. Each time, when her mea- gre vocabulary, largely composed of over-common superla- tives, had been exhausted, she would say, " Anyways, why am I trying to describe it? You know what it was like. " Yes, he knew aU too well. The first, in which he had despaired of ever leaving, had set the pattern for the rest. Invariably, on the way home from each expensive dullness, he formulated desperately elaborate schemes to escape the next, and invariably he found himself lacking adequate strength of mind to carry them out in Lee ' s presence. Now he realized that nothing short of a complete break would free him. Lee was the only person, however, who really seemed to need him. That was the difficulty. If he left her, what would she do? But immediately Christopher hated this self-deception. Lee was popular. What he really meant was what would he do? Was he to bear with her stupidities, her coarseness, her mindless conversation, for another year, maybe for as long as he lived in Halifax, merely tolerating her as someone on whom to unload his surplus ideas? " Come on, Christopher, " Lee pleaded. " Come back. Don ' t ya like me any more? " Another exclamation mark, and Christopher dragged his mind back to the present. The girl ran to him and put her hand into his. Christopher jerked himself away and again started up the path. " Chris, " Lee called frantically. " Christopher, come back. I promise I won ' t call you Chris any more. Oh, come on, Christopher, what did I do? You take everything so serious- ly. Oh come back, come back. " Christopher walked straight on. Vivien Law, Form V B ble mention in Canada Permanent Trust Student Writing Contest » COMMENT VOYEZ-VOUS LA NEIGE? L ' un voit la neige Qui descend et couvre la terre. II pense a sa voiture qui derape Sur la rue glissante, II pense a enlever la neige tout le matin, A etre eclabousse de la sale neige fondue. U y pense avec colere, parce que Cette froide ennemie a gate sa joumee. L ' autre voit la neige Qui descend et couvre la terre. II pense a la beaute de ces Feeriques merveilles, II pense au ski, et a la montagne, Et aux arbres blancs. II y pense, avec reconnaissance, parce que Cette belle enchanteresse a eclaire sa joumee. Nabiha Atallah Form V A LA NUIT FROIDE La pauvre dame courait sans arret, aussi vite qu ' elle le pouvait. II faisait froid, le vent soufflait dans les arbres, et on entendait un hibou quelque part dans le noir. File avait attendu longtemps cette nuit, qui etait enfin arrivee. C ' etait comme dans un reve. La rue etait obscure et les arbres etranges I ' effrayaient, mais elle continuait son chemin. Rien ne pouvait la retenir. Ses pieds etaient froids, et elle voulait des gants pour ses mains. Tout etait tranquille, mais de temps en temps, un autre brave paysan la depassait en courant sans dire un mot. Comme elle aurait voulu etre dans sa petite maison, si chaude, si confortable! Mais elle pensait au sens de cette nuit. Elle se hatait et son coeur battait de bonheur. File ne voulait pas arriver en retard au bassin. Elle etait proche et pouvait voir le grand bateau pres du bassin. Des voix, quelques-unes heureuses, d ' autres tristes, brisaient le calme de la nuit. De jeunes hommes embrass- aient leurs parents et amis qui etaient venus les attendre. Apres quelques heures, le bassin redevint silencieux. Tons etaient alles chez eux; tons excepte la pauvre dame qui avait froid. Son fils n ' etait pas revenu de la guerre. Lente- ment elle retourna a sa petite maison. Marie Anne Laforest Form VI A 27 FORTUNE OF WAR A bloody hue flooded the western horizon marking the sun ' s grave. The far-reaching sky was concealed by a steel- blue curtain. The inky sea heaved restlessly, sending sheets of fluorescent spray arching over the destroyer ' s lunging bow. She sped stealthily onward, a slim graceful lady on the surface; an efficient and effective fighting machine beneath her grey warpaint. Her captain observed gratefully the sun- set being absorbed by the sea, for soon his ship would be protected by the cloak of night, no longer a perfectly sil- houetted target for the torpedoes of some lurking U-boat. He steered a course due west, but as soon as the last colour had drained from the sky, sent an order to the helmsman. A few minutes later, heeling hard a-starboard, the ship pointed her nose towards the frigidness and obscurity of the North Atlantic. It would be an eternity before Captain Sargeant again appreciated the solitude and relative comfort of an empty ocean. He was to be thrust into a state of life- long mental agony within the next twenty-four hours. Bom and raised by the sea, in the port of St. John ' s snuggled in the south-east coast of Newfoundland, Captain Sargeant had joined the Royal Navy as a junior gunnery officer at the outbreak of World War 1. After an honourable discharge, he had returned home and gone into his father ' s boat-building business. During the post-war years, he met a young Canadian girl from Halifax, whom he subsequently married. When storm clouds gathered over Europe and the threat of another war became imminent, Sub-lieutenant Sargeant entered the blossoming Royal Canadian Navy and sailed from Halifax the day after war was declared. Promo- tions are quick during war-time, and after distinguished ser- vice in the first dark years, he was put in command of H.M.C.A. Okanagan. That same year, his son joined the British Merchant Navy in the Silver Star, an oil tanker. Now, in 1944, when things were looking up for the Allies, Captain Sargeant, a toughened but war-weary sea dog, urged his ship northward. He had orders to join a secret convoy bound for Liverpool. The rendezvous was scheduled for 0800 hours the following morning. With the outside world a void to the human eye, and the reassuring throb of the engines ringing in his ears. Captain Sargeant took time out for a much-needed rest. Unless they disturbed a careless U-boat taking a breather on the surface, he anticipated a peaceful night closing the gap with the spot in mid-ocean where his charges would be waiting for him. Nevertheless, he left the standing order to arouse him if anything untoward came up. Once in his cabin, the Captain sat down at a makeshift desk. Extracting a large black pen from its holder, he pro- ceeded to write the day ' s events in his diary. Behind him was a bunk covered with a grey blanket. There were few of his personal belongings around save a photo of his wife in a tarnished silver frame, and a similar one of his son on a shelf at the foot of his bunk. This way he could gaze at them on awakening. Shutting his journal with a snap, he rose, checked his watch, pulled off his boots and sank with a sigh onto his bunk. Reaching up, he adjusted the voice- pipe from the bridge, so that any mumbled message could not help but resound unmercifully through his head. He drew the blanket over his crumpled uniform; sleeping un- dressed is an invitation for the unexpected to happen. The picture in his mind shattered as a harsh voice pene- trated his brain — " Captain to the bridge! " Dressed or not, the unexpected had arrived. Captain Sargeant hurled back his covering, and, yanking on his boots, made for the bridge. Two sailors and the Officer of the Watch huddled over the asdic repeater. Tension ran high and was intensified when the Captain issued the call to battle-stations. Then followed the clatter of many feet on the steel decks and the ship came to life as the various locations reported all hands fallen-in. " Of all times to run head-on into a pack of ' sardines ' " thought the Captain. Not only would he have to take dras- tic evasive action, but the last thing he wanted was to lead the U-boats by the hand to the convoy. Praying that they hadn ' t picked up the pulse of Okan- agan s propellers, Captain Sargeant reahzed that he should sit tight. The Germans were obviously going somewhere fast, not prowling around looking for a fight. The echoes picked up by the sonar became louder as the subs approach- ed in a senii-circle on the starboard bow, five ' cigar tubes ' manned by men who happened to have been brainwashed by a very nationalistically-minded leader. Captain Sargeant stared unseeing at the sea foaming over the fo ' c ' s ' le as Okanagan responded to the change in course at an angle away from the path of the U-boats. His knuckles showed white against his swarthy skin, his nails bit into his palms. In his breast pocket lay a sheet of paper containing strict instructions to maintain radio silence at all costs. And so he had to stand by and let five enemy subs proceed unharried. With radar scanning the horizon, sonar probing the depths, and binoculars trained on all quadrants of the sea. Captain Sargeant gave the order to stop engines. Officers and men alike held their breath as the enemy passed within two miles of the silent ship. Five hours later, kicking her heels behind her, H.M.C.S. Okanagan ploughed between two Unes of ships steaming slowly from horizon to horizon. With a great flourish she made a wide 90 degree turn and swept up alongside H.M.S. Duke of Cornwall, her bow wave frothing behind her to break solidly against the flagship ' s hull. " Damned show- off, " muttered Admiral Cartwright as he acknowledged her arrival. In charge of this vital assortment of ships, he was irritated by the tardiness of his escort and wasted no words in telling her so. Without waiting for an explanation, Cart- wright ordered Okanagan to take up position on the stem port quarter of the convoy. Captain Sargeant was a little taken aback by his reception, but leaving the matter at that, he ordered his ship to her assigned place. As part of standard practice, the Captain acquainted himself with the ships directly under his wing. The convoy was small and consisted of ships of above average speed, but still it seemed to crawl tantalizingly slowly towards Great Britain. Captain Sargeant found himself studying a small, powerful-looking vessel, obviously very new to the game. She was British, carrying tanks and ammunition to replen- ish the diminishing supphes on the war front. " Heaven help 28 them " , he thought, but doubted if even Heaven could help them if they were hit. The next two ships were small and fast, carrying miscellaneous cargo vital to the war effort : aeroplane parts, jeeps and other assorted pieces of equip- ment. It was the size of the fourth ship that made Captain Sar- geant look twice. She identified herself as " S.S. Silver Star —oil tanker— Halifax — Captain, Benjamin Jones " . Sar- geant ' s eyes travelled the length and breadth of her hull, which enclosed thousands of tons of fuel oil. Then he sent a signal to her captain — " Good luck. CompHments to Lead- ing Seaman Sargeant — Captain Sargeant, H.M.C.S. Okan- agan. " His eyes twinkled as he went below to his cabin. He picked up the picture of his wife and glanced at his son ' s: " Together on a greedy ocean with hungry U-boats crowd- ing round — no, Ellen, this is no place for ladies! It was 2340 hours that the U-boats disrupted the tran- quility of the spring night. The silvery moon played hide- and-seek behind the clouds as the twenty-one ghost-like craft wended their way across the Atlantic. The first ink- ling of approaching danger was contained in a signal from H.M.C.S. Mohawk, a corvette on the starboard side of the convoy, which had picked up a faint asdic contact. Fearing the worst. Admiral Cartwright despatched her to investigate. Suddenly, signals were flooding the bridge from all escort vessels. At least six subs had been detected. Two destroyers and three corvettes pitted against six U-boats — slippery as eels. H.M.C.S. Okanagan had just veered off course to track a strong echo, when starshells suddenly illuminated a ship zigzagging frantically astern. Seconds later, the dreaded sound of a muffled explosion reached Captain Sargeant. He swivelled round, and saw the ship settling in the water, but still miraculously under way. There was nothing he could do; he had to dispose of the U-boat ahead. Admiral Cartwright, whose ship was stationed in the centre of the convoy, was besieged by reports of the action. Mohawk rejoiced in a definite kill; the other corvettes were depth-charging suspected targets; Okanagan was on the tail of a fourth. Then the Admiral, too, heard the stifled boom; the Germans were wasting no time. He swept his binoculars over the scattering convoy, searching for the victim. Sudden- ly, a tongue of flame leapt high from the funnel of a bulky ship astern. She immediately burst into fire amidships, throwing a revealing glow around her, while ugly black smoke mushroomed skyward. Still she did not stop careen- ing ahead. " Damned fool, " Cartwright roared, he ' ll have us all blown to hell and cremated as well, " for the blazing in- ferno endangered the safety of nearby vessels and served as a beacon for U-boats miles away. Admiral Cartwright ordered her captain to leave the convoy and then abandon ship. To his astonishment he was handed a reply, " I will not give up. " The Admiral was furious. " The idiot! He ' s not brave. He ' s scared of getting his feet wet! " Cartwright quickly considered the situation. The Silver Star would be lost in any case; better now than later, when she might have provided day-like conditions for the enemy, or set other ships afire. He sent a signal to H.M.C.S. Okanagan, the warship nearest the scene. Captain Sargeant was having a difficult time locating his submarine. He had dropped pattern after pattern of depth charges with no apparent result. He was completing a leg towards the convoy when, on a sudden impulse, he asked the deck officer the name of the stricken ship. " Silver Star, Sir, a tanker I believe. " The Captain stiffened, his face blanched and sweating. A sailor burst onto the bridge. " Signal from the Admiral, Sir. " Sargeant snatched the paper from the bewildered boy. " Proceed to sink Silver Star with torpedoes. Return forth- with and continue the hunt. " He stared unbelieving at the message, then let it flutter to the deck. His knees felt watery, his head hazy, his heart crowded his throat. Working mechanically, he manoeuvred Okanagan into firing position. The sight of a colossal fireball plunging ahead filled his eyes. An officer stood by the voice-pipe, waiting to give the fatal order. " Stand by to fire two torpedoes five seconds apart, " Captain Sargeant told the officer, who repeated it to the torpedo crew. The torpedo tubes swung out. Sargeant, his eyes glued to the target, gave the command to fire. The officer bent over the voice-pipe, but the Captain suddenly leapt at him, hurling him aside. " Damn it, I ' ll do this my- self, " he rasped. He put his mouth to the voice-pipe, his hands shaking uncontrollably. " God forgive me, " he whis- pered, then, in a voice hoarse and choked — " Fire! The first lethal fish dove eagerly into the black sea, and five seconds later its twin followed. Captain Sargeant watch- ed them streak towards the Silver Star. Suddenly she surged out of the sea. A deafening roar re-echoed from ship to ship, flames shot hundreds of feet high. Then they quickly subsided, as the tanker, her back broken in two places, was engulfed by the waves. The sea was alive with burning oil; a few black shapes flopped helplessly on the surface, only to slip under, one by one. Soon even the oil was consumed by the fire, and as Sargeant ordered Okanagan away, the moon emerged from behind a cloud, casting a silvery shadow over the water grave. " Continue the hunt. " Captain Sargeant turned away, tears blinding his eyes. Had his son died as a result of the German torpedo, or had he himself killed him? The Captain would never know. Louise Pigot, Form VI B DONALD HOUSE Front row: Alexandra ( ruca, Joanne Ward, Janet Martin, Cora Sire, Susan Astle, Claire Panet-Rayinond. 2nd: Joan Marshall, Janet Blane, Beverly Morgan, Sue Ciuitle (House Head), Cathy Cash (House Head), Sally Moore (Form V Rep.), Elizabeth Williams, Karen Kendall, Maria Bronfman. 3rd: Kathy Drummond, Patsy (ilasslord, Monique Holloway, Brenda Kaine, Joanne Neale, Susan Fulton, Lesley Harris, Anne Martin. Back row: Nina (jiupta, Lucille Dorkin, Kathy Cantle, Julia Morgan, Joanne Bird, Michele Kirkwood, Linda Spinner, Pip Coupland. Absent: Mrs. Moore (House Mistress), Leslie Martin, Joanne Guthrie, Cyrile Ozkohen, Ann Chabassol, Susan Renaud. EN VERS Comment en vers peut-on exprimer Les vraies reflexions de Tcsprit, Les vraies emotions de Fame, Les vrais sentiments du corps? Par la conscience du cerveau Quelle connaissance coule Qu ' bn puisse ecrire sur le papier? Aucune! Et les sentiments d ' amour et de chagrin Exprimes en poesie, etre lus, analyses. La vue de la beaute — est-ce qu ' on peut Le parfum d ine fleur, L air d ' une chanson. La tendresse du velours, La douceur du miel et la chaleur du soleil — Est-ce possible de scntir tout cela avec des mots? Quelque longs que soient les details et les descriptions, Les vraies pensees, emotions, et sentiments Restent caches dans la profondeur de Fetre Et personne ne peut les connaitre, Jamais. Elizabeth Williams Form VI B Fevaluer sur [)apier? 30 AUTUMN LAKE ROSES On a hazy autumn day All is quiet on the deep lake. The autumn colours reflect onto her Changing her colours from Dark green to oranges, reds and browns. The stillness of the lake is shattered By the arrival of some migrating ducks Come to feed on her pickerel weed and wild rice. The ducks, migrating south for the winter. Stop every year on her cool waters to feed and rest. As the morning dawns. The ducks leave her protective waters And continue their journey south. The lake is once more quiet And her cool waters again reflect the autumn colours. Joanne Bird Form V A I praised everything in Your name. Everything! did was for you But it is difficult to Praise everything for a Name that is non-existent. It is hard to talk to you, When I am lonely, And it is even harder to Think that if I touch your Picture, You will step out and Everything will be all right. For you see, I must go on living while You are sleeping and have No worries. Yesterday I carved your Name on a tree. Today I think I will Go out And put flowers on Your grave. Do you like roses? Bev Morgan, Form VI B QUI ES-TU? Peut-etre qu ' un jour Je te rencontrerai, Toi, qui m ' es destine. Je sais et je suis certaine de te connaitre Mais toi, tu ne me connais peut-etre pas. Nous sommes-nous deja rencontres? Peu importe, je t ' aime deja! Cyrile Ozkohen, Form IV A LABRADOR The word " Labrador " has the connotative meaning of bleak, cold, and desolate. This conception of the word is held by many city-dwellers who rarely move beyond the borders of their towns, but for me and for many others who have lived or are at present living in Labrador it holds a mystical lure that makes them love it and stay. Sure, the weather isn ' t hot, but then you don ' t need the heat. The winter is long and snowy — fantastic for all the winter sports you wish to dream about. The great thing about it is they ' re right in front of your door, waiting for you. It snows a great deal, but the air is dry so that you don ' t feel the cold. It ' s quiet wilderness, which is really a change from the more southern part of Canada. Labrador has a lot to offer to the sportsman, thinker, scientist, and in fact people of all walks of life. It is your neighbours rather than your en- vironment which determine whether you like a place or not, but the right environment lures the right people, your people. The approximate fifteen to twenty feet of snow yearly stays from about September to May. Easter is the best time of the year. There are no blizzards, and the sun shines brightly in an unclouded clear blue sky. The snow shimmers and sparkles and tans anyone who ventures out even for half an hour. The land is fairly flat, since it is a plateau, but here and there mighty rivers fall from the plateau causing tremendous waterfalls and some of the most beautiful scenery in the world. The remoteness is what keeps these sights beautiful. Only a small path cuts through the weather-stunted, scraw- ny pine trees to the falls. When you behold a sight so spec- tacular as this one, you feel that you alone have seen it, which isn ' t far from the truth. Labrador, although remote, seems to be a place of peace and quiet for nature and the men living in it. Kathy Can tie. Form V A YOUTH IN REVOLT The environment in which our parents grew up was one of great upset. There was the Depression and then the Sec- ond World War. During these two great movements, our parents were growing up. They channelled all their work in this direction. This was their life, for their minds were total- ly tied up in these affairs. Most of our parents did not like the war, and wished for peace. Now our parents are trying to give their children what they think they, as children, would have liked — peace. Unfortunately, we realize that peace never accomplishes anything material, because we can- not keep everyone at peace. Once there is even one tiny warloving factor in such a large crowd as there is on Earth, it is like dropping a crystal of salt into a supersatu rated solution of salt and water. The result is that many salt crystals form around the seed, thus coming out of solution. Following this example, many people form around this one warloving person, coming out of society. These people then ruin society for those who want peace. Thus it is impossible to have peace on all of the Earth at one time; it is just too overcrowded here! Yet, not wanting peace, we do not want war either. In this predicament, we have taken the only solution visible to us — escape this planet ' s society. It is very easy to escape society. We are lucky, because there are two ways. The first is to take drugs such as LSD, or, for a shorter and less vivid experience and escape, ' pot ' . This way, I think, is not nearly so pleasant or useful as the next, for it is very negative; it is a lack of control and bonds. The second way is through a self-imposed trance, such as one used in Yoga. This is positive to me. The person on this kind of a trip is in total control all the way, and the experience is always happy. The only drawback to this solution is that it usually takes just over seven years to master. Therefore we tend to take the first means. Our parents do not like this, though, for it is very dangerous. As they disapprove, we must take these drugs secretly, which causes more disapproval. This situation snowballs, causing an amazing amount of friction between the two generations. In reaction to this friction, many of us shun everything having to do with our parents. This is stupid, because the society and ideas possessed by our parents have some good sense, or else they would have been disposed of long ago. Our parents are inclined to think that what we want is money. We don ' t. We have it, because, in general, the Hip- pies are of the middle and upper-middle classes. The society in which our parents grew up was extremely different from the one in which we now live. Their main objective was to get security through money, and to found businesses. Now we have the money, and small businesses are being incor- porated into larger ones. With all the unions now in exis- tence, it is very difficult to initiate anything; therefore, we have no fixed channel, and lie open to anyone who seems to have one ready to present to us. This seed crystal was a revolt against the ideas of our parents. Cathy Cash, Form VI A 32 33 FAIRLEY HOUSE Front row: Bronwen Creswell, Nicole Parizcau, Stephanie Luetticken, Julie Lel ' ebvre, Claudia Sontheini, Shari Auerbach. 2nd: C-eorgia Clarke, Kathy Elliott, Jackie Ciabon, Colleen Heffernan (House Head), Mrs. Doupe (House Mistress), Lana Reasin (House Head), Karen Flam (Form V Rep.), Jessie Fiske, Vivian Rankovieh. 3rd: Suzanne Pay- an, Jackie Miilner, Marilyn Beaton, Jane Everett, Sally Hutchinson, Cynthia Nunns, Diana Shek, Debbie Petrini, Christine Okuda. Back row: Debbie Palmer, Debbie Breuer, Lee Anne Nicholson, Shirley Laskier, Rosemary Okuda, Jane Fiske, Kathy Rolland, Jackie Larrett, Sabine Hoff, Susan Roy. Absent: Debbie Lake, Annabelle Lancz. LE DERNIER CRI Du haut de la falaise je regarde les vagues se briser sur les rochers. EUes font trembler jusqu ' a la saillie a laquelle je me cramponne de toutes mes forces. Je suis epuisee. Ce spectacle terrifiant m ' attire, cependant. Je tourne prudemment la tete et regarde, regarde.. Mes pensees tourbillonnent dans ma tete vide. Je n ' ai plus I ' energie de resister a la tor- peur qui m ' envahit. II le faut . . . pourtant. Je parviens a pousser un cri, encore, le dernier. Un long cri qui retentit et que les mouettes semblent imiter inlassablement. Les nuages m ' entourent. Tout s ' obscurcit. Mes oreilles bourdonnent. Puis, dans le lointain, j entends " OOOOOOOOOOOOOhe, OOOOOOOOOOOOOhe. " Des pas s ' approchent. C ' est mon sauveteur. II me tend la main .... Jackie MiUner, Form IV B POVERTY - PEACE - POLLUTION Poverty is praying for two meals a day and a bed where one might stay Poverty is not having the proper clothes to protect you when it snows Poverty is wishing for shoes to wear or even more than one pair Peace is the end of all wars and for God to even all the scores Peace is to have no segregation and the earth be one nation Peace is the end of corruption and the end of destruction Pollution is air that you can ' t breathe and dirty water in our seas Pollution is not being allowed to swim where you want because factories make it so you can ' t Pollution is the cause of fish dying and soon will stop birds flying Marilyn Beaton, Form IV A LOVE FELL Love fell over and broke itself Into four pieces Of blue It fell off a mountain Onto the floor in my room And sat To look at Me With a surprised look So I picked it up Crushed it And cried Wishing it Never Existed Kathy RoUand, Form IV B HIT AND RUN The sun filtered in drowsily through the large, dusty windows of the studio. Inside, the air was warm and stuffy. It was earl y spring, too cold to open windows or to shut off furnaces, but warm enough to swelter in confined places. A myriad of dust motes swirled in the rays of the sun which showed up to disadvantage the shabby room. Brightly-col- oured canvases were leaning against the muted-green walls, the few pieces of furniture were littered with splotched clashing colours. On a raised platform in the middle of the big room, Zoe Cannon was seated, stretching her arms and yawning. Her father, about ten feet away, was putting down his palette with a resigned expression on his tired face. " All right, Zoe, that ' s all for now, " he said, shoving the easel towards the wall and walking heavily out of the room. Zoe got up and hurried out of the door, down the stairs and out into the street. This particular street was narrow, paved with an inferior quahty of asphalt which had cracked during the winter, making a miniature escarpment in the middle of the road. Ramshackle buildings leaned against each other on each side of the street. A few of these graying houses had been brightened up with geranium pots on their window-sills. Despite its decrepitude, Zoe loved it — it was her home. On her left a number of shabbily-dressed children were playing marbles. Zoe smiled when she reahzed that one of the child- ren was her six-year-old sister, Lara. She noticed that one of Lara ' s shoelaces was untied and went towards her to tell her to tie it. At that moment, Lara darted into the road, pursuing a marble. Reaching down, she tripped over her lace and fell down near the curb. A fast-moving car round- ed the far corner and raced along the street getting closer and closer to the child. Zoe cried out and whisked Lara out of the way, but in her haste, throwing her sister to the side- walk, she stumbled, losing her balance and falling heavily. The speeding car hit the crack in the road and veered crazily at Zoe. The car missed Lara, but Zoe didn ' t make it. She saw a burst of blue and then felt herself cave in and was surprised in the instant before the world closed in with an excruciating pain. She came to temporarily when the am- bulance pulled up, siren howling its banshee wail. A crowd of people surrounded her, the expressions on their faces showing horror and sympathy. She was confused - what was wrong, why was she on the ground? There was some mis- take, what a weird dream! When am I going to wake up? Isn ' t this a little odd? Fragments of conversation reached her - " Poor dear! " . . " crushed the backbone " ... " He said something about brain damage " . " It ' s not a dream, is it? 1 thought it was, " muttered Zoe. Someone said, " She ' s started babbling ... " Someone else said . . . " out of her mind " . A murmur from another quarter said it was no wonder with those injuries! But the words she heard most clearly, before she was engulfed in the never-ending blackness were . . . " no hope " . . . " Hit and run. " Jane Everett, Form V B • • • ) L ' ANNEE DE LA LUNE Cette annee est la plus importante pour I ' Astrologie: un homme a deja marche sur ic sol lunaire. La lune etait depuis des centaines d ' annees une source mysterieuse et secrete, mais une certaine partie de cela est maintenant disparue. II y avait de jolies petites histoires sur la composition de la lune. Par exemple on disait que c ' etait du bon fromage vert! Peu a peu la lune ne devient qu ' un morceau de notre monde connu. Le gouvernement americain a depense des millions de dollars et a donne beaucoup de temps pour faire ces explor- ations, mais je me demande pourquoi? Peut-etre saurons- nous beaucoup plus ou moins de la lune mais I ' homme ne salt rien de son monde; cela se voit dans les guerres, la pauvrete de cette vie, et avant de demenager de cette plan- ete j ' espere que tout cela sera mis en ordre. Jackie Clabon, Form VI A 37 THE JUNGLE Quiet quiet still the night, The deer puts down its head in fright. He is weary, Yes, he is weary. He is weary from his flight. Quiet quiet still the night, The antelope awakes in fright. The lions are coming through to-night. They are weary, Yes, they are weary, But they saw the awful sight. Quiet quiet still the night. The lions come home in fright. They have seen what man has done. Now the forest sees its doom. Quiet quiet still the night. Soon the quiet will be broken By a very frightening sight — The evil of man has spoken. Soon fire overtakes the night, The animals are terrified by the sight, Then they turn in flight. But they will no longer see The jungle that they loved so much. The jungle that man has touched. Claudia Sontheim, Form II LA PLUIE Je vois la feuille Qui oscille dans la brise Comme un haillon de sole Soufflee par le vent du sud Enlevee par le courant Qui lenveloppe Dans sa seche etreinte L ' emportant vers son royaume mystique Libre. Mais bientot viendra la pluie, Et la feuille, trempee d eau Tombera au sol. Plus Hbre, prisonniere comme moi, Accusee de rien, Mais tout de meme, Derriere les grilles De la prison du materialisme De ce monde. Jane Everett, Form V B CONTROVERSIAL I wonder if they care: They are the whites; they have their say. They are the blacks; they will someday. Do they know that someone else still is Hoping to find out what is his? We are the yellows, browns and reds. They bring us down, tear us to shreds. But we care; We are nowhere. Chris Okuda, Form IV B AVANT LA NEIGE Les arbres sans habits Se silhouettent Sur le ciel froid et gris. La lumiere comme la nuit Filtre a travers les nuages, Et les ombres courent vite Au-dessus des champs D ' herbe brune et gelee. L ' eau du ruisseau a Des rides blanches en surface, La ou il n ' y a pas de glace. On ne peut entendre Que le sifflement Du vent triste Dans les branches Et les arnes des feuilles mortes Qui dansent dans un monde Inconscient. Jessie Fiske, Form VI A MY DOLL My doll is different from the rest. She dances round at my request, And when my room is dark and still, She dances on the window-sill. She wears a ballerina dress. As she dances round at my request. I love her so, my pretty doll, She really isn ' t a doll at all. Now it s morning bright and clear, Oh, how ' s my doll, my loving dear? Oh, but now it really seems As if last night it was a dream! Bronwen Creswell, Form II 38 TRES URSI ET AUREACOMA Olim tres ursi erant qui domi in silva habitabaiit. Pater ursus magnus erat, mater ursa media erat, ursulus parvus erat. Prima luce mater ursa pultem ientaculo coxit, sed cum calidior esset, familia in silva ambulabat. Olim erat quoque puellula appellata Aureacoma. Quae dum in nemore ambulat, domum trium ursorum invenit. Cum domum inivisset, sellas trium ursorum vidit, in quibus sedere voluit. Itaque in sella patris sedit, sed commodior erat. In sella parvi sedit, quae quam rectissima erat, sed eam fregit. Pultem in mensa visam gustare voluit. Primo pultem pa- tris gustavit, sed calidissima erat. Deinde pultem matris gustavit, sed fridigissima erat. Tandem pultem ursuli gusta- vit, quae quam rectissima erat. Totam igitur edit. Ea confecta, in cubiculum inivit. In cubile patris sedit, sed durius erat. In cubile matris quoque sedit, sed commo- dius erat. Tandem in cubile ursuli quod quam rectissimum erat obdormiscit. Nunc tres ursi revenerunt. Qui, cum pultem consump- tam et sellam fractam vidissent, in cubiculo iniverunt. Aureacoma in cubile minimi ursi visa, subito experrecta est. Tribus ursis visis, verita domo ursorum domum matremque suam fugit. Vivien Law, Form V B, Gumming House Liz Harcourt, Form V A, Gumming House FIRE Fire glows in the dark. Fire may start from one small spark. Fire can destroy homes and lives. Fire is as strong as one-hundred knives. Fire can also give luxurious heat. And make good things for us to eat. Alexandra Gruca, Form II, Donald House THE FOURTH KING She looked so forlorn and lonesome, so frail and uneasy, so sick and drawn. Kathy felt this when, looking through a shop window, she had noticed a poor woman begging on the comer of the street. The woman was leaning on crutches with a broken bottle in her right hand. There were a few coins in the bottom of the bottle, but they really did not amount to much. Tomorrow was Christmas and the streets were crow- ded with last-minute shoppers, but somehow they were busy with their own problems and did not appear in a very generous mood. Had they forgotten the real meaning of Christmas, or were they just blinded by its new commercial look? They should have had more pity; they should have remembered that some two thousand years ago one better than they had also been rejected. On that busy downtown street, only Kathy felt pity towards the old woman. It looked as if the crowds were going to forget her again this year, or maybe they had never even noticed her. Suddenly Kathy ' s friend Karen called to her from the next shop window. " Look, Kathy, this is the very ring you want. And it ' s on sale too. " Slowly Kathy walked over to view the ring. " Well, actually it s not all that nice; maybe I won ' t buy it after all. " " What do you mean it ' s not all that nice? It ' s beauti- ful. And you ' ve been looking for one like it for weeks. " " Yes, but I only have a few dollars, and there is this little old lady on the corner and — " " What ' s gotten into you anyway? You ' ll never find another ring like this anywhere! " I know, Karen, but — " " No buts. You walk right into this store and buy it. Quick! before somebody else does! Honestly, Kathy, I just don ' t understand you. " Kathy entered the shop but remained just inside the door in a daze. " Oh! for heaven ' s sake! If you haven ' t got enough wit to buy that ring, I have. " Karen grabbed Kathy ' s purse and soon made the purchase. While it was being wrapped up, Kathy kept picturing the woman on the corner, and she knew that she had let Karen do the wrong thing. But it was too late now; as the ring had been on sale she could not return it ... . It ' s six o ' clock at night, and still the poor woman stands there on the corner freezing in the cold, with a few coins in the bottom of her jar, but with a beautiful, beauti- ful ring on her finger. Lee-Anne Nicholson, Form VB 39 ROSS HOUSE Front row: Paola Parmeggiani, Ero Saitanis, Jeannie McKenna, Stephanie Paterson, Anne Miner, Robin Levine, Jackie Hall. 2nd: Nancy LaVignc, Jenny Madill, Liane Schachter, Kathy McCuaig (Form V Rep.), Linda Sabolo (House Head), Miss Arm- bruster (House Mistress), Gloria Waters (House Head), Marie Des Groseillers, Ellen Nemec, Sandra Crosby. 3rd: Yan Pare, Diana Agar, Elizabeth Rubenstein, Doris Byrne, Larissa Kowbuz, Joanne Wells, Dina Sabolo, Laura Spafford, Jo-Anne Racette. Back row: Debbie Kraus, Janet Clarke, Janet Miner, Mary Carmen Gonzales, Jane Nemec, Carole Leroux, Carol Halls, Laura Parmeggiani, Diane Pefanis. Absent: Fionnuola Byrne. TREES There are all kinds of trees. Even trees humming with bees. Big trees and little trees. There are maple trees that give sap, When you give them a little tap. There are fir trees that stay green With a sparkly sheen. There are orange trees in fall It ' s just a ball To jump from a tree But not hit your knee. Jackie Hall, Form H A RIDDLE It comes in the night And leaves in the day And sometimes it only comes half-way. But how ever it comes, It always does And is high on a lover s List of loves. Diane Pefanis, Form IV B WHERE IS THE BUMBA? Countless years ago, further back through the ages than any person on earth today would remember, was an arjv. The ark, it so happens, was owned and constructed by an old man by the name of Noah Rubenstein (we ' ll call him Noah for short! ) in answer to a command from the Supreme Being. Being the Supreme Being, he clued Noah in on all the facts and told him that every beast, bird, or fish that lived in the world must be on the ark, for it was going to rain for forty days and forty nights until the evil had been wrung out of mankind. So Noah did just this. He had just finished installing the four, four-hundred horsepower Mercury outboard motors when the animals be- gan to arrive. They came and they came, thousands upon thousands streaming in from all parts of the globe. Little did the rest of the weary travellers know, deep in the woods, near a small bubbling spring, sat a tiny bumba. Bumbas, as you all know, are hardy, good-natured creatures, who never wish harm on anyone. Well . . . this particular bumba had had an accident and damaged his left creatoss (which is situated just below the right ventricumps). Having fallen from his perch in the eucalyptus tree, he couldn ' t walk very easily. It began to rain just then, and the skies grew a deeper shade of black and the chill of the winds became sharper. Shivering beside the brook, the bumba raised his head and caught a swift eyeful of where he was. He computed that there were approximately five miles left to travel to his des- tination. He twisted, moving to get up, but a sharp pain bore him down again. Nevertheless, with the dauntless strength of ten bumbas, he made his way painfully through the thick bushes and brambles. The bumba would have to stop sooner or later, so he slowed down to a crawl. Noah would be leaving in less than one hour! It was becoming urgent! The rains poured in thicker sheets and covered the earth like a blanket, each inch adding another blanket to the damp greenery. Pulling himself together, he continued, pushing and shoving, this way and that, until finally, the last bridge was in sight. The steel was cold on his furless paws and the wet- ness made it seem colder, but, behold! there, just ahead, was the ark! ! Only a few feet, not more than fifteen, he was certain. But the poor httle bumba forgot that haste makes waste and he tumbled to the earth ' s natural floor, crying piteously. The ark lifted with the tides and sailed away silently into the blackness, leaving the bumba solitary with the howling winds and rushing rivers. Yes, he died, poor little thing, leaving no claim to fame. That ' s why no one has ever heard of a bumba. Have you ever seen a bumba? Larissa Kowbuz, Form V B LA PETITE SOURIS Tranquillement, la petite souris est partie de sa maison souterraine, Elle se depechait a travers les champs Cherchant la maison abandonnee d ' une autre petite souris. Qui serait une place plus belle ou elle pourrait demeurer. Elle cherchait haut et has, pres et loin. Elle a trouve seulement des toits demolis et des portes tombees. Realisant que son chez-elle etait le meilleur, elle est retoumee. Seulement pour trouver qu ' une autre petite souris avait eu du succes chez elle. Elle a combattu pour sa propriete, Mais elle n ' a pu deloger I ' autre petite souris. Ceci montre que cette petite souris, ayant tout perdu, Aurait du etre heu reuse avec ce qu ' elle avait. Nancy LaVigne, Form VI A SOLDIER Left, right, left, right. The soldier marched in perfect time and never complained. Perfect soldier. He marched all day long; sometimes he fought. He was so good. Then he died, suddenly, on the battlefield, as so many good soldiers do. The little boy laughed in glee and wound up his toy once again. Then he ran out, distracted by a bubble. Liane Schachter, Form VI B 41 THE PIANO I am a piano. I live with the Levine family. Every day a girl comes home running in the door and goes downstairs. 1 think her name is Robin. She comes downstairs and starts to practise on me. Some- times she slams the bench down, and ow! that hurts! Then she starts playing, and when it ' s a new piece it ' s terrible, but other times (before her lesson) it ' s usually good. Oh no! Today is Friday. Robin has piano lessons on Fridays. Sometimes they are really b ad. Ding-dong. Mr. Chin, her teacher, is here. Now she throws the books on my stand and starts playing. Mr. Chin is not yelling at her too much today because it is Hallowe ' en, but next week she will be yelled at for the entire hour, because he is giving her hard pieces. I know because I can hear all of the mistakes! Oh good, five o ' clock, the lesson is over. Now I may go back to sleep, but before that Mr. Chin must leave. Robin ' s father pays him and now he is gone. Good-night! Robin Levine, Form II I UN REVE II fait noir dehors. Toute seule je reste sur la plage, Mes yeux regardent la mer. La reflection blanche de la lune Illumine I ' eau froide, et j ' entends La musique du vent dans mes oreilles. Tranquilie, silencieuse noire, Je me sens legere, heu reuse, libre de tout, La beaute de la mer autour de moi. Mais je sais que tout est un reve Parce que je ne suis pas libre encore, Et j ' aurai toujours mes problemes et Aucune beaute ne peut changer ma tristesse. EUyn Nemec, Form VI B AGE Age? It ' s the way you measure how long a person has been alive; measured in years. A year? — The time it takes for the earth to revolve around the sun one time. Importance is put on age in years, more than it ' s worth. Why? A woman who has suffered the loss of her husband is older than one who hasn ' t. Age should be measured by the knowledge of the mind; what it has seen . . . what it knows not the amount of times the earth has revolved around the sun while the body is alive. Laura Spafford, Form IV B A MATHEMATICIAN ' S MISTAKE I once was a mathematician Who worked alone in the kitchen. Got hungry and started gobblin ' Slipped up and ate a problem. Diane Pefanis, Form IV B A CURLY-HAIRED LADY There was a young lady named Pearl Whose hair had some natural curl, But when she turned old, The curls, we are told. Had lost all their shape and their swirl. Stephanie Paterson, Form IV B 42 UNE PETITE FILLE Cette fillette qui s ' appelle Nicole Va toujours a la meme ecole. Elle est petite, paresseuse, Et meme un peu pleureuse. Quand elle sort dans la soiree, Elle a peur de Fobscurite. A I ' ecole elle ne fait rien, Elle s ' amuse et n ecrit pas bien. C ' est une petite fille tres mignonne, C ' est dommage qu ' elle ne soit pas tres bonne. Marie Carmen Gonzalez, Form IV A THANKS What thoughts can I presume to give To you who live A gracious life of giving and receiving This golden gift of love. All that 1 want to say today. In this or any other way, Can never be expressed. It is best felt as ' thank you ' In thoughts, not words, that one may have. Always remember that thankfulness is a boon, A joyful and a pleasant thing to bring. Dina Sabolo, Form IV B ALONE I heard the clock ticking Then a bell. I looked up at the clock, It was twenty past twelve. I was hot, I went to open my window But I was scared. Shadows, Footsteps, Voices. I was alone. All alone. I called for someone, but nobody heard me. I thought it was my imagination. But then, more footsteps, more shadows, But no voices. The footsteps were louder. The shadows taller and bigger. I felt small, defenseless. No one could help me, or even hear me now. 1 was lost. I heard the door open, I waited, Shaking, But no one was there. Then 1 heard noises Like a war: Shouting voices. People running. Airplanes, Explosions. I looked outside — Nothing. I was still all alone in the dark. I still heard the noises, but they were dying out. Everything became brighter. I opened my eyes. The light blinded me. I turned over on my bed. I saw my mother smihng. She said it was all right. For it was only a dream. Paola Parmeggiani, Form III B SUR LA PLAGE Le soleil est ardent, le ciel est sans nuage, la mer vient se briser a grand bruit sur la plage. Le bleu du firmament se confond dans le bleu de la mer. Sur la rive, les gens sont heureux. Les chateaux des enfants se dressent sur le sable, Pour une fois les parents les trouvent aimables. Peut-on imaginer qu ' etendu de longues heures sans bouger, sans parler, on trouve son bonheur? La journee s ' acheve, on s ' en va lentement etourdi de chaleur, mais on semble content. De nouveau la plage est deserte et calme, on n ' entend que le bruit et le chant des vagues. Marie Des Groseillers, Form VI A CHURCHILL FALLS At this moment, one of the largest hydro-power projects in the western world is being developed. As the Montreal Star so appropriately stated, " A project far greater in scope and more dramatic than the digging of the Suez or Panama Canals were in their time. " This is all taking place in the very heart of Newfoundland ' s northern area, Labrador. Five or six thousand years ago, this area was completely covered by glaciers but, when they left, they uncovered a huge plateau known to us today as Labrador. Remaining were three major rivers, of which the Hamilton was the most significant. Later, in 1965, this river was renamed the Churchill River, after the great Sir Winston Churchill. In 1839, a Hudson ' s Bay Trader, John MacLean, was travelling along this river. He was the first white man ever to see the gigantic falls located here. Unfortunately, it was not until much later that man realized how incredibly useful these two hundred and forty-five foot falls were. Newfoundland ' s Premier, the Honourable Joey Small- wood, finally found the chance to make his greatest dream come true — a major hydro-project in his province. It took many years of careful planning and negotiating, but finally the Churchill Falls project is well underway. The company that put their intelligent brains together in planning this venture is Labrador Corporation Limited, a subsidiary of British Newfoundland Corporation Limited, or Brinco. Acres Canadian Becthel is putting these plans into reality. They will create reservoirs, build the world ' s largest underground power house, build dikes and so on. Churchill Falls is a place for a good working man, who is extremely interested in, and devoted to his job. It is no place for a weak or lazy man, especially if he is working in the tunnels. In comparison to the pits of Northern England, or the salt mines of Bogota, Columbia, these tunnels are al- most frightening. In some places of this underground hall- way, men have to move about and do their work by memory only, since there is no light at all. In the main tunnel, there is an arched roof of one hundred and twenty feet in height. CUmbing up the inside front of the lead-in tunnels, where the Hght is nil, is one of the most dangerous and toughest jobs of all. Very few complain though — including bonuses and overtime, eight hundred dollars or more a week is common pay for many of the workers. On the dikes, the building process can only be done on an average of a hun- dred working days per year, because of the extremes in temperature. The purchaser of the power being generated here is the Quebec Hydro-Electric Commission. They will pay an es- timated five biUion dollars for the electricity during the time of their contract signed with Brinco. The Churchill Falls project will send an output of seven million horse- power for a period of more than sixty-five years. The elec- tricity will flow down the transmission Unes from Churchill Falls and provide New York City and neighbouring areas with power. A small fraction of this electricity will provide power for parts of Quebec. This quarter of a billion hydro-electric installation is ex- pected to deliver its first generating electricity in 1972 and the full project be completed four years later in 1976. In the first part of November of this year, it completed its quarter way mark and is now moving on to the halfway point. Many of the men ' s wives and families are able to be there and watch the men build Newfoundland ' s greatest dream ever. They are provided with very modern and com- fortable living quarters and social acfivities. A Town Centre has recently been completed, equipped with a modem grocery store, two department stores, bowling alley. Hotel and dining-room, snack bar, movie theatre and, believe it or not, even palm trees! Once you step into this building, you would never believe you were in a remote part of Labrador. Also, you find here one of the best schools in Canada, with a very fine teaching staff. The school, like the trailers and mobile homes, has all the modern facilities needed. Be- cause of difficulties, the school only goes to grade nine, and the High School students go out to different parts of Canada to complete their education. You never have to worry about not having anything to do in Churchill Falls. There are bridge clubs for the parents, bowhng teams for all ages, a movie theatre, student centre, and a club where the parents can go and spend an enjoyable evening. If you feel like sports, there are plenty of opportunities to fulfil your wish — a fine ski hill, indoor skating rink, curling club, a beautiful gymnasium, and hopefully, in the future, an indoor swimming pool. You find people here from all parts of the world. You could never find friendlier or more interesting people than the inhabitants of Churchill Fal ls, Labrador. My family and I play a small part in this undertaking, and we have all found living here a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Karen Merrithew, Form V B, Cumming House Th is is the speech delivered by Karen, representing Trafal- gar, in the semi-finals of the McGill Alumnae Public Speaking Contest. 44 THE BOARDERS 0 U n Co cS MY NEW HOUSE We have a new house. It is a very beautiful house. It is in Westmount, behind the church. My new house has a great big playroom and marble stairs. But we must be care- ful about those stairs because they are slippery. The house has a stove and a washing machine and a fridge. There are three bedrooms. We went to New York to buy some wall- paper. I like the wallpaper. Probably you will too. The first time we saw the house it had a big stuffed trout on the wall. Daddy says it is a swordfish. We have a very big garden outside and perhaps we might get a swimming pool in the summer. I am very anxious to move into our new house. Georgie, my brother, and I are starting to move some things. Mummy and Daddy are starting to move also. Unfortunately one day we will move out of this house and somebody else will move in. I hope they will enjoy it too. The end. Cathy Arton, Preparatory II, Age 7 1 2 MON AMIE Mon amie s ' appelle Patti. Elle a dix ans. Elle sait jouer du piano. Patti et moi nous achetons du gateau. Apres, Patti et moi nous mangeons le gateau. Patti a deux soeurs. Elles savent chanter tres bien. Quelquefois elle dort chez moi. Una fois, elle se casse la jambe et elle pleure beaucoup. Patti aime les chats. Pour son anniversaire je donne un petit chat a mon amie Patti. Patti et moi, nous sommes de bonnes amies. Louise Benjamin, Upper I, Age 10 A WINDY DAY It was early in the afternoon when I looked out of my window. The outside looked quite dark, as if it were much later. The wind blew hard, the leaves and bits of paper were flying down the street. I saw a man coming by, running after his hat. I thought it was quite funny, but I could imagine that he didn ' t. The trees were bending back and forth, as if they were doing their exercises. The wind must have been quite rough. There were, no children on their lawns. It was truly a windy day, and I decided to stay in and read a book. Belinda Rankovich, Lower I, Age 9 RAIN The rain is raining all around. It doesn ' t make a peep or sound. And when it hits the window-pane. It looks quite like a horse ' s mane. I like to see the rain-drops fall. Sometimes I think it is going to call, " Hello, hello, come out to play. Don ' t let rain-drops spoil your day. " Susan Konopko, Lower I, Age 8 SNOW-FLAKES Whenever snow-flakes leave the sky They start to cry and say, " Good-bye. Good-bye, dear cloud, so big and gray. Will you come back some other day? " And when a snow-flake finds a tree It will hide and play with me. But then the children will not care, . Because it is so fair out there. Andrea Jackson, Lower I, Age 10 MICKEY ' S LESSON Once there was a leaf family in the South Pole. There was Billy, Mickey, Didi, Milk Shake, and others. They were all leaves. One day Father Tree said, " Time to go to sleep, children. " Now Mickey was nice all summer until Father Tree said, " Bed time. " Mickey said, " I will not go to bed now. I ' m not sleepy. " Father Tree tried to coax him, but Mickey would not go to bed. Soon all his brothers and sis- ters were in bed. Mickey was still holding on Father Tree, when a big wind came and made him feel cold. Father Tree said, " Now will you go to sleep? " Mickey said, " No, I will not. " Winter came and Mickey still held on, this time with his scarf. In the middle of winter Mickey could not hold on any longer, so he was blown to the North Pole. Mickey now wanted to be sleeping, but he could not. The next day Mickey swam to England, then to Canada on St. Catherine Street. Nine days after, Mickey went to the United States. Nineteen days after, Mickey got to Mexico, then to the South Pole. By then in the South Pole it was summer and Mickey ' s brothers and sisters were already dancing on Father Tree. When Mickey came back, everybody was happier still, and from then on Mickey never disobeyed Father Tree. Naomi Campbell, Lower I, Age 10 47 APPLES AND PEARS There was an old woman Lived under the stairs, And all that she ate Was apples and pears. The day she got married She had her first plum. She didn ' t eat all, She gave away some. One day she went out Into the fresh air. That ' s when she found That her cupboard was bare. And now she has nothing And nobody cares. She ' s lost all her apples And even her pears. Susan Konopko, Lower I, Age 8 LE SINGE MALADE Un jour dans une maison, Jingo joue avec la lampe. La lampe tombe sur le plancher. Madame Bonbon dit, " Tu es un mechant singe! Tu as casse la lampe! " Jingo pleure toute la journee. A midi, Madame Bonbon dit, " Ne pleure pas, tu es un bon singe, Jingo. " Jingo rit. " Va au lit. Jingo. " Jingo va au Ht mais il pleure encore. Madame Bonbon dit, " Qu ' est-ce qu ' il y a? " Mais Jingo pleure. " Viens avec moi, on va a I ' hopital. " Le docteur dit a Madame Bonbon, " Jingo est malade. Jingo, tu veux rester a I ' hopital? " Jingo fait signe que oui. Le lendemain Jingo n ' est pas ma- lade. Ainsi Jingo va a la maison. II ne pleure plus. Helen Oh, Upper I, Age 9 48 MY NEW PUPPY I got a new puppy, I named her Little Lucky. Her nose pushed in, Her ears pushed out — And all the day she runs about. She ' s quite big now, My friends say wow! She ' s very cute I rather say. Well here ' s my secret anyway — She ' s a GERMAN SHEPHERD! Helen Oh, Upper I, Age 9 LITTLE GUSTAVA Little Gustava sits in the sun. Safe in the porch, and the little drops run From the icicles under the eaves so fast For the bright spring sun shines warm at last And glad is little Gustava. Kitty and terrier, biddy and doves. All things harmless Gustava loves, The shy, kind creatures ' tis joy to feed, And oh, her breakfast is sweet indeed To happy little Gustava. Linda Mabbott, Upper I, Age 9 THE HIDING PLACE I ' m hiding I ' m hiding And no one knows where. I ' m under the table, I ' m under the chair. Who knows I ' m hiding? Nobody here Except the cat Who sleeps on his ear. He told the robin I ' m under the chair. The bird told the mouse And even the mayor. Now they all know That I ' m under the chair, So now I must run, Run over there. Lynn Saros, Remove, Age 8 I was in t " e cri5m s 00 me. Cafhy Ar4 or) (5 y v| • We n D Y U+-.Q SPORTS TRAFALGAR ATHLETIC ASSOCIATION 1969-1970 President Miss Harvie Chairman Mrs. MacDonald Captain Marie Gauthier Vice Captain Gloria Waters Secretary Colleen Heffernan GAMES OFFICERS GYMNASTIC OFFICERS Form VIA VI B V A VB IV A IV B III A IIIB Up. II II Captain Jenny Madill Louise Pigot Jane Fiske Sally Moore Maureen Burns Diane Pefanis Joanne Neale Jeannie Saros Finnuola Byrne Jill Pilgrim Lieutenant Colleen Heffernan Leslie Martin Lois Hayes Jo Wells Michele Kirkwood Cynthia Nunns Pip Coupland Christina Vincelli Julie Lefebvre Yan Pare Form Captain VI A Marie Gauthier VI B Elizabeth Williams V A Kathy Cantle V B Kathy Milnes IV A Marilyn Beaton IV B Julia Morgan III A Bella Best III B Paola Parmeggiani Up. II Rita Pilgrim n Jackie Hall Lieutenant Janet Blane Lana Reasin Lesley Harris Laura Parmeggiani Patsy Glassford Susan Roy Susan Charest Audrey Wise Wendy Verrier Maria Bronfman 50 I think I ' m stuck. BASKETBALL Trafalgar ' s basketball teams are on the upswing. The first team had a record of two wins, one tie and three losses, which is a vast improvement. Our second team consisted of new faces, so this year they gained valuable experience. Their record was one win and five losses. Both basketball teams would Hke to extend their thanks to Mrs. MacDonald, who was a dedicated coach. Unfortunately, Weston had to withdraw from the league because of the lack of gymnasium time. INTER-SCHOOL SWIMMING MEET The faces of the spectators were filled with anxiety and hope. All our eyes were train- ed on the Traf lane. The gun went off again and again. After each time, screams were heard, urging the swimmers on. A good effort was made by both our swimmers and our divers. Congratulations to all teams, and special congratulations to Pip Coupland on her tre- mendous dive. Miss Edgar s won the meet with Trafalgar placing second. TENNIS Unfortunately, Trafalgar ' s tennis team did not retain the inter-scholastic cup which they jointly won last year. The first team won both matches, but the tense atmosphere hindering the second team resulted in two losses. Congratulations to the winners. Miss Edgar ' s. THE COMPTON-TRAF WEEK-END The Compton-Traf Week-end was a great success, as the Compton girls said, " Let ' s do it again some time " . The Compton girls dominated the swim meet, but Traf won the senior diving. Pip Coupland achieved two nines and an eight, whilst Jeannie Saros, two eights and a seven. The first basketball game was right down to the wire, but a basket by Sally Moore in the final second gave Traf a 18-17 victory. The second basketball game was also exciting; the ball only went out the window once. Traf lost 18-15. A great big " thank you " goes out to Mrs. MacDonald, participants, and spectators. TEAM 1 DEFEATS TOGA On December 10, 1969, at 3:45 p.m., Traf ' s Basketball Team 1 challenged the " Old Girls " to a fast game. The Toga team consisted of Annabelle Moore, Brenda Wilson, Barb Busing, Lesley Hamilton, and Anne Boulton. The result of the game was 13-7 for Team 1, even though for the fourth quarter the girls had one hand tied behind their backs. STAFF-STUDENT TENNIS TOURNAMENT Under the hot summer sun, the Traf tennis team challenged the Staff. Mrs. Ritson and Mrs. Moore were defeated 6-3 by Lesley Harris and Maureen Burns. However, Mrs. Ridolfi and Mrs. MacDonald topped Veronica Pimenoff and Doris Byrne 6-2. The students came out on top when Lesley Harris and Maureen Burns overtook Mrs. Ridolfi and Mrs. MacDonald 6-2. BASKETBALL Team I SWIMMING Senior Marie Gauthier (Captain) Janet Blane Sally Moore Lesley Harris Beverly Morgan Maureen Burns Louise Pigot Leslie Martin Jane Fiske Joanne Bird Elizabeth Rubenstein TENNIS Team II Patsy Glassford (Captain) Cynthia Nunns Joanne Neale Diane Pefanis Diana Agar Rita Pilgrim Pip Coupland Audrey Wise Julia Morgan Marilyn Beaton Lesley Harris (1st team) Maureen Burns (1st team) Veronica Pimenoff (2nd team) Susan Solymoss (2nd team) Colleen Heffernan (spare) Audrey Wise (spare) Jeannie Saros Pip Coupland Laura BoUen Patsy Glassford Joanne Bird Joanne Neale Anne Martin Susan Roy Leslie Goodson Julia Morgan Michele Kirkwood Junior Wendy Verrier Maria Bronfman Susan Charest Chris-Ann Nakis Juhe Lefebvre Susan Astle Debby Perry Claire Panet-Raymond Jackie Hall Jill Pilgrim Rita Pilgrim Fionnuola Byrne INTER-SCHOOL BADMINTON On April 30, 1969, a round robin badminton tournament was held at Miss Edgar ' s. The teams of Lesley Harris and Maureen Burns, Marie Gauthier and Janet Blane, Erica More and Sally Moore played well. Miss Edgar ' s secured the title with Trafalgar a close second. INTRA MURAL BASKETBALL Senior Inter-Form Winner: VIA Junior Inter-Form Winner: III A Inter-Housc Winner: Donald SENIOR FIELD DAY 1969 Last year our track and field meet was graced with sunny skies and a warm breeze. At McGill Stadium many records were broken, a lot of effort exerted, and many House points gained. Results: Fairley, 62 points; Donald, 39 points; Ross 35 points; Barclay, 32 points; Gumming, 12 points. Highest individual scores: Senior: Barb Busing 7 points Intermediate: Marilyn Beaton 11 points Junior: Sandy Grant-Whyte 8 points INTER-HOUSE TENNIS First: Donald Second: Gumming Third: Ross INTER-HOUSE BADMINTON First: Donald Second: Gumming Third: Barclay GYMNASTIC DEMONSTRATION Undoubtedly, judging by the tremendous effort put forth by the girls, this year ' s gym dem will be as great a success as always. All the girls have been doing a great job, and practising in their spare time is only one demonstration of their enthusiasm and sports- manship. A great variety of routines will be performed by all the girls, ranging from clown acts to mats to square, jazz and foreign dancing. A surprising number of girls turned out for tryouts of mat and box clubs, and free cal. Unfortunately, however, eliminations were necessary since the numbers were so over- whelming. The girls who were chosen have been doing a surprisingly good job, and their routines should be very successful. There will be a distribution of awards to the outstanding athletes at the end of the demonstration, after the " grand march " . Our special thanks go to Mr. MacDonald, who has helped the girls immensely in mat and boxGlubs by patiently coming to teach them extra skills in his spare time. Thank you too, Mrs. Macdonald, for your patient and careful guidance. OLD GIRLS ' NOTES McGILL NEWS McGill Graduates, 1969: B.A. Anna Antonopoulos (Honours in Philosophy), Gatherine Halpenny, Linda Marchand, Ehzabeth Trueman (Honours in English and Philosophy). B.Sc. Heather Marshall, Wendy Moore. B.Ed. Beverley Monks, Martha Nixon. B.Mus.Jennifer Giles, Mina Webster. M.L.S. Elizabeth Gorken Annesley, Margot Donnelly. McGill Junior School Certificate, 1969: First Glass: Pamela Kanter, Danielle Kraus, Jean Macleod. Second Glass: Dodi Baylock, Anne Boulton, Lynn Buchanan, Barbara Busing, Bever- ley Gole, Paula Engels, Pippa Hall, Heather McGonnell, Mary Stephen, Marie Florence Vack. Third Class: Janet Alsop, Nancy Draper, Garol Escobar, Sheila Fishbourne, Joan Fletcher, Pamela Halpenny, Anne Leger, Gay McDougall, Shelley Sala, Martha Smith. Our warmest congratulations to JEANIE MAGLEOD, who won not only the Grace Fairley Trafalgar Scholarship into First Year Arts, but also a University Entrance Scholar- ship and a G.P.R. Scholarship! Trafalgar graduates now at McGill include: First Year: (College Equivalent): Arts: Jean Macleod, Maria Vasiliou. Science: Pippa Hall, Danielle Kraus. Second Year: Arts: Alice Klinkhoff, Silva Kohn, Margaret McGregor, Vicky Milnes, Jacqueline Beaudoin Ross, Sally Sockett, Linda Wells. Science: Monique Matza, Patty Shepherd. Commerce: Birgitte Scheel. Engineering: Debbie Spafford. Nursing: Susan Laschinger. Music: Ruth Barrie, Ellen Cash Grant. Third Year: Arts: Linda Farthing, Wendy Fyshe, Mary Ellen Geggie. Science: Franziska Knips. Education; Barbie Hanson, Physiotherapy: Lois Groves. Fourth Year: Arts: Diana Dopking, Wendy Hilchey, Nancy Hughes, Janet Johnston, Mary Kelsey, Belinda Kirkwood, Eleanor Nicholls, Lynda Stenson, Wendy Tomlinson. Graduate Schools: First Year: M.A.: Anna Antonopoulos. M.Sc: Kathy Arkay, Heather Marshall. B.C.L.: Elizabeth Truetnan. Second Year: M.Eng.: Carol Holland. M.L.S.: Gillian Michell Thomson. Macdonald College: First Year (College Equivalent): Agriculture: Janet Alsop. Second Year: Agriculture: Janet Chandler. Postgraduate: Class Teachers ' Diploma: Rosemary LeGallais. We congratulate MARTHA NIXON on winning, last May, The Montreal Teachers Association Prize for Proficiency in Teaching. BIRTHS (to February 28) Sons: Mr. and Mrs. G. Smith (Ann Manthorp), in Brussels, Belgium Mr. and Mrs. K. Kirk (Debbie Wall) Mr. and Mrs. J. Bertram (Pamela Walker), in Sherbrooke Dr. and Mrs. W.D. Neuwirth (Simone Engelbert), in Cologne, West Germany Mr. and Mrs. G. Fairchild (Sandra Cummings), in St. Albans, Vt. Mr. and Mrs. T. Gosling (Diane Dunkerley) Mr. and Mrs. J.M. Amos (Sandra Keymer) Mr. and Mrs. E. Desaulniers (Susan Tedford) Mr. and Mrs. R.F. Bradshaw (Valerie James), in Vancouver Mr. and Mrs. J. Spencer (Kathy Barr), in Toronto Mr. and Mrs. T. Dryver (Louise Dupont), in Geneva Mr. and Mrs. W.R. Synnott (Suzanne Moseley), in Boston Mr. and Mrs. A. Ferguson (Judy Cliff), in Toronto Mr. and Mrs. P. Marchand (Jennifer Lamplough) Daughters: Mr. and Mrs. P. Nobbs (Holly Rankin) Mr. and Mrs. S. Lanthier (Diane Safford) Mr. and Mrs. R. Andrews (Heather Harding) Mr. and Mrs. J. Guy (Patti Talarico), in Toronto Mr. and Mrs. R.H. Birkett (Barbara Davison), in Oakville Mr. and Mrs. H. Waldbauer (Sheila Joy) Mr. and Mrs. R. Lague (Heather Bush) Mr. and Mrs. P. Mars (Robin Richmond) Mr. and Mrs. N. Tsadilas (Marthe Argyrakis) Mr. and Mrs. J. Boardman (Claire Marshall), in Rapid City, S.D. Mr. and Mrs. R. Entwistle (Judith Wright) Mr. and Mrs. A. Smith (Audrey Cliff) Mr. and Mrs. K. Saunders (Stephanie Atkinson), in Montpelier, Vt. Mr. and Mrs. J. PhiUips (Karen Curry) Mr. and Mrs. W.J. Lally (Virginia Gates), in Livingston, N.J. Twin son and daughter: Mr. and Mrs. F. Dallegret (Judy Morehouse) 1969 May 23 May 31 May May June 7 June 21 Summer Summer July July Aug. 23 Aug. 28 Sept. 20 Sept. 20 Sept. 27 Sept. Sept. Oct. 4 Oct. 4 Oct. 17 Oct. 25 Autumn Nov. 1 Nov. 14 Dec. 13 MARRIAGES Isabella Monahan to Joseph Francis Raymond Eugene Glinsky Catherine (Cassie) Lewis to Douglas Carleton Stanley Elsbeth Schnezler to Gerard Siegmann Lyanne Turcotte to Robert A. Wright Ellen Cash to Stewart Grant Bonnie Camell to Richard Chauncey Pattee Susan Nadeau to Carl Joseph Fecteau Mary Anna McRae to James Edward Williams Karen Price to Clement Edward Chappie Marian Webster to Peter Sanders Blundell Doreen (Twinkle) Ashton to Edward Lewis Charles Haslam Judith Morehouse to Fran jois Dallegret Marilyne McDowell to John Stephens Ballantyne Leigh Smith to Dr. Donald Taylor Heather Nunns to John Stephen Duncan Sampson Wendy Ross to Thomas Alexander Carnell Ruth Sutton to Stephen Matthew Johnson Betty Ekers to Paul Dion Jill Marshall to David Edward Oborne Suzanne Kinsman to Michael Freeman Melville Annette Eddison to Harry Bridgman Renee Morganti to Frangois A. Mizgala Margot Place to Said Lawrence Boukhari Lesley Ball to William Douglas Falls Victoria Knox to David Robert Turner 1970 Jan. 26 Deborah Dunkerley to Kenneth Edward Stevens Jan. Mina Webster to Dr. H. Stanley King DEATHS April 20, 1969 May 8, 1969 August 20, 1969 November 24, 1969 February 4, 1970 February 7, 1970 Mrs. Frederick George Rutley (Alice Archibald) Bryan Ireland Craig Mrs. L.E. Djingheusian (Kitty Erskine) Mrs. Keith Poland (Mary Train) Mrs. Samuel F. Tilden (Sylvia Dorken) Marjorie Caverhill GENERAL NEWS The Class of ' 69: As well as the four girls at McGill, nine- teen others are at college and university: at Loyola, LYNN BUCHANAN, CLOTHILDA BUDD, BARB BUSING, BEV COLE and PAULA ENGELS; at Sir George Williams, CAROL ESCOBAR and SHEILA FISHBOURNE; at Mari- anopolis, FLO VACK; and at Dawson, ANNE BOULTON. Out of town, JOAN FLETCHER, PAM KANTER and SHELLEY SALA are at Bishops; DODI BLAYLOCK, NANCY DRAPER and GAY McDOUGALL at U.N.B.; MARY STEPHEN at Acadia; MARTHA SMITH at St. Thomas, in Fredericton; HEATHER McCONNELL at Louis- iana State, in Baton Rouge; and CATHERINE CHANG at Marymount, in San Francisco. PAM HALPENNY is at school at Videmanette, in Rougemont, Switzerland. Other University News: Last June, ROSEMARY Le GALLAIS ( ' 64) received her B.A. from Bishop ' s, while, at U.N.B., BETTY EKERS DION ( ' 64) and CASSIE LEWIS STANLEY ( ' 65) got B.A. degrees and HEATHER FORBES ( ' 65) her B.P.E. PAT HILL ( ' 64) graduated from the Uni- versity of East Anglia in Norwich, England, with a Second Class Honours degree in English Literature. ALICE HOME ( ' 63), after receiving a Master of Social Work degree from U.B.C., has been working in the Yukon. She writes: " The job I have is ghastly. I have 110 cases, an area of over 300 miles to cover, and am on 24-hour call seven days a week. I have had an interesting experience, though, in terms of see- ing the north and of working with Canada ' s native popula- tion. " VERONICA FOCKE ( ' 68) is in her first year of med- ical school in Bogota and hopes to transfer to the State University of Colombia. CATHIE HALPENNY ( 65) is at the University of Lausanne. At Queen ' s, ANNETTE EDDI- SON BRIDGMAN ( ' 62) was awarded a Canada Council Grant for the third successive year, to continue her work towards a Ph.D. in History. In her final year at Vermont College, MARY JANE HENDERSON ( ' 67) was elected to membership in the Blue and White Guides, the senior hon- orary society, and to the College Choir. PAT LOWE ( ' 68), in her second year at Smith, is on the Dean ' s List in recog- nition of her high academic standing. ANNE-MARIE MILL- NER ( ' 68) and COREEN WATERS ( ' 68) passed their Sen- ior Matric last June and are both in Second Year Arts at S.G.W.U. MARY KELSEY ( ' 66) has been accepted by Dur- ham University to read for an M.A. in British-Roman studies. MARCIA DAVID ( ' 65), who has flown as a stew- ardess for North-West Orient Airlines since January, 1968, is returning to university next fall to complete her B.A., at the University of Puget Sound, Tacoma, Washington. RYSIA WY(JNANSKI de RAVEL d ' ESCLAPON (IVB, ' 60) is attending Tufts University in Boston. Miscellaneous News: MURIEL BEDFORD-JONES ( ' 21) is retiring in June as Headmistress of Crofton House School. ALICE JOHANNSEN ( ' 30), the coordinating director of the Redpath Museum, recently received a fellowship from the Canadian Museums Association. VANESSA MORGAN ( ' 65) graduated last autumn from the Montreal General Hospital. EMILY BLACK ( ' 64) is taking the Certificate in Manage- ment (Marketing) course at McGill. YOKO NARAHASHI (VB, ' 63) is studying acting at the Neighbourhood Playhouse in New York. CHRISTI LORIMER ( ' 67) is living in Van- couver, and KENNY PRICE CHAPPLE ( ' 60) is teaching in Victoria. ARLENE CLOUTIER REX ( ' 63) is on the Traf stafL TRAFALGAR SCHOOL FOR GIRLS 3495 Simpson Street, Montreal 109 STAFF DIRECTORY Miss J.E. Harvie 1520 McGregor Ave., No. 82, Montreal 109 Miss B. Armbruster 170 7th Ave., Lasalle, Que. MissM.L. 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Photography PORTRAITS FOR BUSINESS PEOPLE TED LiaXTOS StmtlU 7th nm»r Teb a4»-3»4l Ext: »Sm 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 BATES EXTERMINATING CO. lOIOSt. Catherine W. 488-7604 332-1276 Suite 607 Montreal, Quebec 62 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 REYNOLDS ALUMINUM COMPANY OF CANADA LTD. With the compliments of the V V I.A.C. Group of Companies , Specialized financial and insurance services for Canadians and Canadian Business. INDUSTRIAL ACCEPTANCE CORPORATION LIMITED Merit Insurance Company Niagara Finance Company Limited Premier Property Limited The Sovereign Life Assurance Company of Canada TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 63 Compliments of STEVENSON, BLAKELY, BLUNT CO. Chartered Accountants WINSPEAR, HIGGINS. STEVENSON AND DOANE Chartered Accountants 635 DORCHESTER BLVD. WEST MONTREAL l v , 0c ie , t eoiiS ' , nAoAcl, u iaA e , iMi ii Lii ■ . JLnAecJ ■ 87S-S424 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 CITY FILMS LTD. Compliments of FIRST QUEBEC CORPORATION CANTRONICS (QUE) INC. MR. MRS. HAROLD SCHACHTER-SHARKEY Compliments of ARTON ENTERPRISES LTD. ANONYMOUS 64 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 things go better,! with P m Both Coca Cola and Coke are registered trade marks which identil) TRAOf MAtK Rf C DRINK Ogilxys. 1 tioiiv ..for the new and ihc mut el I ineclit elu nnusuul - ()gil y " Compliments of a Friend " TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 65 Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. J.E. Morgan Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Nemec Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. John Ogiivy Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. J.Y. Provencal Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. N.M. Roberts Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. M. Roellinghoff Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. H.E. Sire Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. George Wise 66 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 Compliments of Burlington meo BURLINGTON HOSIERY CANADA LTD. 130 ST. JOSEPH BLVD., LACHINE, QUE. feeaseh til Construction OFFERS YOUR COMPANY A COMPLETE INDUSTRIAL and COMMERCIAL SERVICE COVERING SITE SELECTION — Brokers Protected DESIGN — by your Architect if desired ENGINEERING CONSTRUCTION mm Leasehold Construction Corporation JUNIOR SPORTSWEAR 6555 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal 249, Quebec ■ (514)342-2842 1 nquiries invited. TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 67 Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. A. J. Cipriano Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Bernard Rubenstein Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. E. J. Burns Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. George F. S. Clarke Compliments of Mr, and Mrs. Roy E. Perry Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. W. J. Luetticken Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. F. A. Nunns Compliments of Dr. and Mrs. Jung H. Oh 68 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 Fashions sporty and sophisticated and the most contemporary acces- sories. All on the fourth floor. COATS • SUITS • DRESSES SEPARATES • SPORTSWEAR " BAR ROUGE " ACCESSORIES HOLT RENFREW Sherbrooke at Mountain We like to look after you ROYAL BANK BISHOP ' S UNIVERSITY Lennoxville, Quebec A RESIDENTIAL UNIVERSITY FOR MEN AND WOMEN FACULTIES OF ARTS, SCIENCE AND DIVINITY HONORS AND PASS COURSES ARE PROVIDED FOR THE FOLLOWING DEGREES: ARTS — SCIENCE — DIVINITY — BUSINESS ADMINISTRATION Post-Graduate Work is Provided for: Master of Arts — M.A. Master of Science — M.Sc. ■ Master of Education — M. Ed. Master of Sacred Theology- (S.T.M.) Licentiate in Sacred Theology — (L.S.T.) Bachelor of Sacred Theology — (S.T.B.) High School Teachers Certificate VALUABLE SCHOLARSHIPS For Calendars, with information regarding requirements, courses and fees, apply: THE REGISTRAR BISHOP ' S UNIVERSITY, LENNOXVILLE, QUEBEC. TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 69 Compliments Of Mr. and Mrs. L.W. Blane Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Allan Charest Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Clarke Compliments of Dr. and Mrs. J. Graham Little Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. A.E.D. Elliott With the Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. R.J. Everett Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. J.W. Goodfellow Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. H. Reasin 70 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 McKENNA COTE DES NEIGES FLORISTS SINCE 1851 Compliments Of EXECAIRE AVIATION LTD. MEDLAKES SERVICES Regular Freight Sen ice by modern cargo vessels between Canadian Ports and Portugal, Spain, Western and Eastern Mediterranean Ports GENERAL AGENTS FOR CANADA Montreal Shipping Company , Ltd. 360 St. Jannes Street West Montreal Tel: 842-3141 Compliments Of MARSHALL STEEL COMPANY LIMITED 807 Marshall Street, Laval (Chomedey) P.O. TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 71 Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. J. Gruca Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. L.R. Helpard Compliments of Dr. and Mrs. H. Hoff Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. R.P. Jezek Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. R.S. Kolasiewicz With the Compliments of Dr. and Mrs. Paul Lefebvre " Compliments of Attorney and Mrs. Peter A. Lombard! " 72 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 Compliments of THE COMPANY LTD. GRANBY FIBREGLASS REINFORCED PLASTICS Custom Fabricators Pattern Mold Shop Spray — Hand Lay Up Industrial and automotive products non-corrosive systems KINGSTON PLASTICS Limited 2575 Remembrance Street, Lachine 637-2313 INTERESTED IN A RETAILING CAREER? ;§U)rgan ' s HUDSON S BAY COMPANY BIRKS STERLING I use, treasure and collect- right i now. Choose from twenty exclusive open-stock patterns, classic or tra- 1 ditional, created in Birks ' own silver I craftshops. Do register your choice -you ' ll be amazed how fast your collection will growl I ELCOMES GRADUATES 0;;r txponding organirotion is constantly looking for graduates of executive calibre srtWng ccreeis in • Merchandising Sales Management • Buying • Accounting and Control • Credit Management • Advertising • Display • Personnel admini txation • Plant and Building management As part of on organization that extends from C ' jo.t to coast, a career at Morgan ' s can t.flpr a wide variety of opportunities. We .:;v;lc you to discuss your future plans ' .-..I:; u?, and our Employment Department 1 I c- pltosed to arrange an interview, Te°lephone VI 4-151S, local 627 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 73 Compliments of DR. and MRS. G. KAINE Compliments Of Mr. and Mrs. J. Paul Gauthier Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. R. S. Flam Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. C. J. Pimenoff Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Donald K. Wall Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas Baktis Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Douglas Waters 74 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 WALLACE G. CHALMERS, Eng. Automotive Engineering Consultant CLAUDE J. GIDMAIM, A.C.I. D. Industrial Design Consultant The Penthouse 310 Victoria Avenue, Westnnount Phone: 481-7714 ATLANTIC MAINTENANCE COMPANY Connmerclal and Residential Specialists for the following services: Painting Carpentry Flooring Window Cleaning Washing Venetian Blinds Janitor Service Fully insured Satisfaction Guaranteed 5383 MacMahon Ave., N.D.G. Montreal 29, Quebec Stanley W. Galaguz Tel: 489-6618 " Compliments of H. B. GLASSFORD LIMITED " Fine Personal Leather Products " JOHN F. CUGGY CO. LTD. WHOLESALE FRUIT VEGETABLES 731 COMMON ST. MONTREAL 1, QUE. TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 75 Compliments Of MR. and MRS. Z. AUERBACH Compliments Of MR. and MRS. F.S. VINCELLI Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. A. Jack Moore Compliments Of MR. and MRS. PAUL F. LIMOGES Compliments Of MR. and MRS. W.J. PATERSON Compliments Of MR. and MRS. H. STEPHEN Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. D. N. Macleod Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. W. A. Marshall 76 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 BETTS BEAUDOIN CAS H architects-architectes Compliments Of SPINNERIN SPORTS SKI FASHIONS and SKI BOOTS BY Raichle of Switzerland 111 CHABANEL ST. WEST 7th FLOOR MONTREAL 354, QUE. CANADA INDUSTRIBS INC. The Church of St. James the Apostle St. Catherine St. at Bishop With the Compliments of THE RENOUF PUBLISHING COMPANY LTD. Publishers and Booksellers 21 82 St. Catherine St. West. Montreal, Quebec 637-9977 634-6761 DIXIEVILLE FURNITURE DISCOUNT CENTRE 45 - 45TH AVE. LACHINE, QUE TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 77 Compliments of Mr. and Mrs. Bernard L. Konopko 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. S. W. Milnes Compliments of DR. and MRS. CM. BEST Compliments of MR. and MRS. C.J. MILLNER 78 TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 ) Compliments Of MR. AND MRS. ANDY LEVY TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 79 Compliments Of Mr. and Mrs. P.H. SHEK TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 The following parents have also helped to make possible this issue of " Echoes ' Dr. and Mrs. L. Atallah Dr. and Mrs. Peter Benjamin Mr. and Mrs. George Hall Mr. and Mrs. F.J. A. Laforest Mr. and Mrs. Kenneth Martin Mr. and Mrs. M.L. Parmeggiani Mr. and Mrs. P. A. Pietracupa Mr. and Mrs. W. Saboio Mr. and Mrs. W.B. Sears Mr. and Mrs. R.W. Spafford Mr. and Mrs. M.E. Williams TRAFALGAR ECHOES 1970 ,) ) THE UNITY PRESS 5611 CORK AVE. MONTREAL 269, QUE. )

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