Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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FIRST ROW: Hilary Borner, Maren Mehnert, Diana Skiadas, Debbie Gaty, Willa Cameron, Athena Paradissis, Melanie Helpard, Jo- Anne McKenna. SECOND ROW: Candy Zwicker, Susana Torrents, Chantal Hunter, Miss C. Templeton, Mme. Fotheringham, Mrs. McConnell, Janet Weeks, Shannon Hubbard, Nathalie Rivard. THIRD ROW: Linton Fisher, Christina Bardecki, Kim Childs, Judy Seymour, Vera Anisov, Melanie Sheridan, Megan Borner, Susan Buchholz, Jennifer Elias. FOURTH ROW: Eve Bockler, Anne Dunker, Susan Coromel, Naomi Woelber, Garbriella Prohaska, Cindy Lavallee. ABSENT: Cathy Quay, Susan Hibbard, Lana Lee, Wendy Stone. juniors 492 Grosvenor Ave. Westmount P.Q. Nov. 19, 1972 To H.M. the Queen H.R.H. Prince Phillip On behalf of my class, Upper I, Trafalgar School for Girls, I would like to send you congratulations on your twenty-fifth wedding Anniversary. Love, Susana Torrents BUCKINGHAM PALACE 6th December, 1972 To The ChUdren in Class Upper I., Trafalgar School for Girls, Westmount, P.Q., Canada I am commanded by The Queen to thank you all for the good wishes which you sent to Her Majesty and The Duke of Edinburgh for their Silver Wedding. The Queen thought it so kind of you to remember her at this time, and I am to send to you all Her Majesty ' s most sincere thanks. Fortune Grafton Lady-in-Waiting 25

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FRONT ROW: Susie Schirmer, Cathy Szabolcsy, Shamala Jayasekera, Andrea Jackson, Anthea Liontos, Linda Terrien. MIDDLE ROW: Tayce Edgar, Jackie Tammasi, Trina Hill, Maria Facci, Belinda Rankov itch, Rosemary Mandry, Alice Nyerges, Janet Hardy. BACK ROW: Norma Wathey, Pat Bardecki, Anne-Marie Burrows, Heidi Horner, Sandra Levy, Naomi Campbell, Mary McKenna. ABSENT: Mrs. Ewing. upper two THE THUNDERSTORM Outside of the warm, snug cottage, a great storm was build- ing up. The wind started to howl like wolves on a lone-prairie. The rain began to fall in small drops. Gradually, those few drops became millions of noisy needles with sharp ends, tapping on the windows. Suddenly, there was a loud rumble from the sky! The jagged lightning struck the earth with tremendous force. The trees swayed like wild dancers out of control. The dead leaves soared through the black sky like witches, flying towards an unknovm destiny. Inside the cosy cabin, the scent of roasted marshmallows, toasting on long sticks in the fireplace, filled the air. The sound of popping pop-corn was heard throughout the house. Quietly, as if a secret, the rain subsided and everything lay still. Anthea Liontos Ross House

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POLLUTION AND LITTER Pollution and litter is everywhere In the streets and in the air. It comes from factories big and small But pollution is the same to all. People don ' t care about their city And I think it is a great pity Everyone does whatever they wish And now we can ' t even catch a fish. Melanie Sheridan Form II Fairley THE BEAUTY OF WINTER The snow is crisp and immaculate. From the top of a hill one sees nothing but perfectly flat snow, curv- ing gently on the slopes. Scattered among this are dark green pine trees, giving off their fresh scent. It fills the morning air, an air giving off beauty and a sense of strength. Slowly, the snow drips off the burdened trees, making the only sound audible. The sun glares down fiercely in vain at the infinite pile covering the earth. Boots make a crackling sound on the snow, too loud for this winter paradise. Walking in the fresh air, filling your lungs with the scent of pine makes you put all thoughts of the bustle of city life out of your mind. It is so quiet! You are alone-you can shout at the top of your lungs. No one will hear you except the gen- tle breeze and trees. Looking at your surroundings you feel how great it is to be alive and to be free. Winter is truly beautiful. Christina MacFarlane Form III B Susan Coromel Form II FALLING ASLEEP It ' s a dark world, a very dark world. A world to dream, a world to rest. A world to think, a world to wander. You open your eyes, and the world is gone. Sandra Levy Form Upper II L ' AUTOMNE Comme I ' automne est beau, Avec ses feuilles colore ' es. L ' eau du ruiseau est fraiche. Les enfants se jettent dans las feuilles mortes. Les fruits des arbres tombent et, celui qui passera les mangera. Quand I ' hiver arrivera, L ' automne ne sera plus la. Diana Skiadas cinquieme anne ' e Form Upper I RAINDROPS Raindrops are gentle, as gentle as a leaf falling from a tree-looking divine and just being lovely. Sweet and soft dovm they come. They are so beautiful and there for everyone. The leaves are falling dovm now, the raindrops are coming too. They ' re watering everythmg and they ' re watering me too. The rain looks like drops of crystal and sometimes like silver from the sky or big see-through leaves. Happy dancing and jolly prancing little drops. But then it be- gins to clear and the raindi-ops are gone forever. Nathalie Rivard Form I