Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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

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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

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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