Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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As for the man Rex brought out of the water, Mr. Carter had him put in prison, for it was he who had tried to wreck the train by loosening the planks. Every Sunday he went for a walk with his master around the village and as they passed the police station he would run up and growl at the captive, who would glare back at him. That Autumn his master returned to his old home in the city and all the little children pointe d at Rex and said: Oh, look, there is the little dog who saved his master ' s life! Nobody ever called him a mongrel again. After his master died, he would go every day and lie on his grave until the time came when he should join him. — M.C. Up. I A MIDNIGHT CHAT The Gong. — Are you awake my young friend? The Drinking Fountain. — Indeed yes sighing. These moon- light nights always affect me strangely. I stay awake for hours thinking of my future life and wondering if I shall always be standing in this corridor to the end of my days. The Gong. — Ah yes, I suppose it is rather trying for such a young thing as you and one who has no responsibilities to keep her interested. As for me I feel my duties becoming more and more heavy, I dare not think about would happen if I got ill Or lost my voice. The Drinking Fountain. — Well I must say it would be a cala- mity to the children in this school, as they might be having the dullest lesson, when you lost your voice, and the lesson might go on indefinitely. I am so thankful I am not human; how dull it would be to learn the queer things humans do. But have you made the acquaintance of our new neighbour, the Fire-Extinguisher? Is he not a handsome fellow? The Gong. — Yes — I have spoken to him, but, between you and me, I think he is rather vulgar, bringing his new fangled notions here about how to put out a fire, when we know as well as any one, that there is nothing better than water. The Drinking Fountain. — Well, I think he ' s rather clever and most polite. Only last night he told me how attractive I was looking. Of course, I didn ' t believe him and told him he was a flatterer, but he only said, that true beauty was always unconscious. The Gong. — My dear, do not be deceived. But I suppose it is true that the young are always attracted by the young and now I suppose I shall lose my little acquaintance. The Drinking Fountain. — Oh no, dear Gong. I shall always remember how kind you have been to me and what good advice you have given me. The Gong. — Have you heard that the holidays are coming very soon now? There is scarcely more than a month of the sum- mer term remaining. .18 '

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I was a sad piece of silver — anyone would have taken me for tin But no! Greatly to my surprise, I suppose about a year later, a girl found me, and placed me in a collection of coins, thinking I was an antique. I am still here, happy and greatly honoured by my companions. — E.B. IV THE ADOPTED DOG He was not a mongrel although many said he was. It was only three months ago that his master had found him — a poor half- starved bundle of misery — on his front lawn, and had taken pity on him. The bull dog across the road barked and growled every time he passed. ' ' Oh, why doesn ' t he jump out and eat me up? thought poor Rex. Some weeks after, his master grew very poor and had to go away. He took Rex with him. One day when Mr. Carter was in the office a friend came in and offered him a position as engineer on a freight train. Mr. Carter gladly took it and for some weeks all went well. One day, when Rex was playing by the bridge at the edge of the river, a dreadful catastrophe happened. He was chasing a butterfly over the bridge when suddenly one of the boards fell into the river and was carried down-stream. Rex was greatly puzzled over this, because he himself had seen the bridge being built just a few days before. One after another the planks began to fall. A freight train was to pass that way in a quarter of an hour, with his master! Was he such a coward that he could let his master perish before his very eyes? He sprang up and ran along the road, his tail between his legs. He ran into the station. An old red rag was lyin g on the sofa. He grabbed it and tore off as fast as he could. He was just in time. In the distance he could hear the whistle of the train as it neared the station. Rex dragged the rug into the middle of the track. On came the train. Suddenly a window was thrown open and a voice called out. ' ' Get out of the way you foolish dog or you will get killed. Seeing that the dog did not attempt to move he slowed down. Go away I tell you, he screamed, then he added with an excalamation, Oh, my gracious, he has something red. It ' s my own Rex! Just then there was a splitting noise and something dropped in o the river. It was not a plank for it was struggling to get ashore. In a minute Rex was in the water. A few minutes later he dragged up the form of a man on to the bank. He did not know what hap- pened afterwards. The next thing he remembered was that he w as wrapped up in a nice soft eiderdown in front of a blazing fire. Then things gradually came back to him. Poor Rex, brave old doggie, his master was saying to him. He was certainly the hero of the hour. Everyone was petting him. 17

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The Drinking Fountain. — Oh, how lonely it will be when they come; and this is the term when we lose some of our oldest friends; the girls who are in the highest form, isn ' t it? The Gong— Yes (sadly). When I think of all the girls who have gone and all the girls who are gomg and all the gjrls who will go — but not until they have taken their turn in ringing me during many a week and month — Oh! don ' t you think I have a right to feel old? But the Drinking Fountain, wearied by this long speech, was now fast asleep. — P.H. V. OLD GIRLS ' NOTES Our last year ' s Sixth Form has become widely scattered, but we hope they will keep in touch with the school through the magazine Leonie Ward is at home in Bermuda helping with kindergarten work. Our last year ' s basket-ball captain, Dorothy Acer is at- tending Miss McClintock ' s School in Boston. Miriam Rowley is at Miss Spence ' s School in New York. Two of our 1918 prefects. Marguerite Burnside and Louisa Napier are studying music and drawing in the city. Winnifred McGoun is now trying her college examinations. Barbara Wilson was taking a partial course at McGill but illness prevented her from finishing. Phyllis Ross and Faith Mathewson are taking a domestic science course at Macdonald. Gertrude Brown, Louise Campbell, Alita McNab and Elsie Ander- son are spending the year at home. Jean Duncan is taking a busi- ness course in Winnipeg, and Grace Williamson is attending Havergal College. Those among the old Girls who would like to keep up their connection with Trafalgar will be interested to know that Miss Edwards will hold a gymnasium and dancing class next year in the evening. To H. M. S. VINDICATIVE Your funnels shattered through with shot and flame Your ensign ever floating at the mast You, with your steadfast courage faced the blast Of German fire, and bravely through it came. And England ' s song shall ever tell thy fame As long as winds and waves and seas shall last. And as the fleet shall guard our England fast Vindictive is your courage as your name. Was Nelson there to guide you through the mist, And Drake to leap the wall and storm the Mole? Aye! They were with the valiant men who led Those truest British hearts to such a goal. And are with those great heroes who will stand Immortal on our Empire ' s Honour Roll. H. O.— V. 19