Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE WIVES OF HENRY VHI. Henry the Eighth possessed a wife Her name was Katherine A., He wearied of her and there was strife So she was sent away. And next he met a lady fair, Known as Anne Boleyn, He fell in love with her golden hair And her he needs must win. But Anne was young and indiscreet, Jealousy pierced his breast, And one day at the axe ' s feet, Her head was found to rest. Henry then met a maid called Jane, He offered his hand and heart. She quickly to the palace came, Their married life did start. He loved her well but when she died. Leaving an heir behind. His falling tears he quickly dried And soon he ceased to mind. Next on the list came Anne of Cleves, A damsel plain to see. The land of dykes she left in haste. His loving wife to be. When Henry saw her visage fat, • He tore his scanty hair, Said he would never wed with that, And dubbed her Flanders Mare . The Howard followed clumsy Anne, But she deceived the King, Soon on the ground, at Tower Hill, The axe her head did fling. The last of six fair Katherine Parr Wedded the tyrant King, To her his death and gloomy pall Great joy and peace did bring. — E.E. V. 25

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THE FAIRY AND THE BUNNIES In a glen upon a hillside Where the fairies often play, (jrew a mushroom, white ancl gleaming, In the moon ' s clear silver ray. All was silent in the darkness Save the wind which whispered low. Of the nights when fairies revelled Dancing measures, quaint and slow. As the moon rose in her glory Moonbeams formed a fairy ring. Into which a tiny figure Softly flew on silver wing. On the mushroom she alighted, Tossing back her golden hair, But she sighed for some wee playmates. That would come and frolic there. Then a little bunny saw her. And he asked his comrades gay If they ' d come with him, and gambol For the pretty little fay. Laughingly they joined together, Dancing round the tiny sprite Wobbling all their pink ears gaily, Much to her intense delight. Round and round they frolicked lightly, With their fur all snowy white, Then in pairs they passed the mushroom, Nodding in the silver light. Hark, a sound comes through the darkness, ' Tis the dawn calls her away, I must leave you, said the fairy, But I ' ll come again and play. For a fairy must not linger To be seen by mortal eye, So she flew away to slumber As the dawn crept o ' er the sky. — M.R. V. 24

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A VISIT TO TRAFALGAR IN THE YEAR 2000 A.D. ' Yes, I vsaid to the charming head-mistress, who was showing me around my old school, ' it is almost a hundred years since I went to school here. I suppose if it wasn ' t for these new life extension discoveries I would be in my grave by now. The first thing I had noticed on approaching was the aeroplane landing; here were waiting several machines to take the girls home, just as in the old days a trim line of motors stood outside the gate. I was very interested to see how the classes were conducted, for I knew that it was an entirely different system from that of my time. There were no class-rooms, only a huge dispensary that reminded one of a clean white hospital room. This was divided into com- partments labelled Algebra , History , French Grammar , Ovid , etc. In each was stationed a white-capped woman who looked very hygienic and pretty. These were the mistresses. They were nearly all fussing with various sized bottles and my eye caught such names as Gerund , Quadratic Equations , Conjugation of Avoir . Rather mystified I followed my guide through a large assembly hall with mechanical benches that put themselves up. This made me wonder if the present girls appreciate their advantages to the full. From there we went through a prettily decorated lunch-room, through the cloak-rooms, a well stocked library, a music room, and finally arrived at the gymnasium which was a marvel of mechanical devices for physical development. All through my tour I had not seen a single girl and on asking whether this was a holiday I was told certainly not, we were coming to the girls in a moment. It was a beautiful May day and as we entered the garden I saw that it was full of girls of all ages. They were playing tennis, basket-ball, and amusing themselves in various ways. Upon asking how long recess lasted I was told that it was school time. Dumbfounded, I begged to be enlightened. Well, said the head-mistress, a few years ago when Dr. Cuttemup announced that he had solved the problem of education with his pastilles I was rather dubious of his success, but after re- peated experiments I found out that it was indeed so, and I pro- ceeded to establish his system here. The pastilles come ready to administer, and when one is swallowed the lesson is known accord- ing to whatever subject the pastille teaches so to speak. The Algebra ones are very disagreeable tasting but outside of that they are relished greatly by the students. Once your pastilles for the day have been given to you by the mistresses in the dispensary you spend the rest of the time in the swimming pool or playing gamesoutsideaswellasin organized exercise in the gymnasium. How- ever, it is not as easy as it may seem, for some combinations make one very ill, for instance it would take weeks to recover from the 26