Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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MONITOR SYSTEM September 1971 heralded a new school year and fresh ideas. One of these new ideas at Trafalgar was the introduction of the Monitor System which replaced the tradition- al prefect system. The new idea meant that all girls in the sixth form would partici- pate, in rotation, in supervising the lower forms, taking charge of pound, heading tables, and doing similar jobs which the former prefects had been responsible for. Bad marks are no longer given by privileged sixth formers; instead we prefer to show the self-discipline of keeping the rules. This year there were no elec- tions held for prefects and head pre- fect. The monitors volunteered and the president of the Students ' Coun- cil accepted the position as head of the school. In previous years, some girls who would have liked to have given their time and energy to such supervision never could, as for one reason or another they had not been elected as prefects. Under the new monitor system there is no discrimina- tion, and those who want to help volunteer, as did most of the girls in this year ' s sixth form. Another major point in this system ' s favour is that supervisory duty is for a limited time only, and not for the entire year. Hence, no girl feels put upon. Also, all who volunteer learn to appreciate the responsibility of the position.

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DINA GIOVANNINA SABOLO, 1968-1972 Ross House When you ' re down and troubled and you need some loving care and nothing, nothing is going right, close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest night. . . C. King Memories: spicy meatballs. . . Toronto, Gina, you. . . , DIET lunches, Leslie ' s roast beef, tennis badges, plucking eyebrows, and many more which could go on for pages could only remind me of the great years I ' ve had with the rest of you. GINA SCHNABEL, lebanhcs , 1968-1972 Gumming House All things must pass. Ambition: to have teeth shortened and body lengthened Probable destiny: teeth lengthened and body shortened Pet peeve: Dina and being called scum Cherished memories: 6th Form room, garbage can on Dina ' s head, D.P., Jeannie ' s gross lunch comments SUSAN SOLYMOSS, 1968-1972 Barclay House Have you had a kindness shown? Pass it on. I go to books and to nature as a bee goes to the flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey. Ambition: physician Probable destiny: career talks in Trafalgar Pet peeve: people asking her to say something in Hungarian Favourite expression: What homework do we have? Activities: tennis and swimming teams LAURA EVELYN SPAFFORD, Spas , Lome , Laurie , 1967-1972 Ross House Know thyself. Ambition: to become a vet Probable destiny: running over Pogo with one Claim to fame: playroom with the slanted floor (eh, Helen? ) Pet possession: green flag Memories: the carrot, Just testing , coffee hour, biology corner, spinnaker drill, yes yeaas, tower to tower dash, portage, R.J ' s piscine, P.B.W. ' s kiss, Danish, and Bessie

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UNDERGRADUATES FORM FIVE A FRONT ROW: Janet McCuaig, Paule Fortier, Valerie Ryan, Miss D. Templeton, Lygia Pietracupa, Debby Breuer, Rosario Ferrer. SECOND ROW: Nicky Baktis, Christina Vincelli, Gabriele Westphal, Janet IVliner, Colette Perreault, Elizabeth Pigot, Maryse Collet. FABLE One day. Big Fang, the Beaver, was waddling busily along his trail to the big birch he was chewing on, when he spied a suspicious glint over to his left. Cautiously he left the trail to take a better look. It ' s one of those contraptions for catching rabbits, he thought, as he noticed the wire noose hanging over the fresh tracks of a cottontail. Perhaps he should try to get it out of the way using his long, sharp teeth? No, that would be too dangerous! He would have to warn Rabbit next time he saw him because he. Big Fang, was too busy to go looking for him now. Big Fang waddled to the big birch and started to work on the tough wood. A few days later, while the Beaver was gnawing busily on his third tree in the small birch grove, he heard a terrified squeal. He suddenly remembered the snare! Oh, no! I didn ' t warn him, Big Fang thought to himself. Quickly he made his way to the forgotten menace. There hung Rabbit, gasping for breath, and pink in the face under his white coat. What was Big Fang going to do? With all his might, the Beaver gnawed at the noose, but it was wire, and the branch it was hanging from was too high to reach. Sadly, Big Fang watched his friend take his last breaths. Oh, why didn ' t I take time to do something about that trap before? he thought remorsefully. It was too late now. Moral: If you don ' t do it now, it won ' t get done. Elizabeth Pigot Form V A 18