Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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I? Well why did not someone come and put some cement in me? Or leave me alone? I could have lived for a great many more years! A voice which seemed to come from a lump of coal answered the log of wood. You would have come to the same end anyway. I was once a piece of a fine tree; but after lying under the earth for centuries I was dug up and for what? The same thing you were chopped down for! To keep these mortals warm! Ah me! seeing that the highest thing in life is service, if we can give that after we are dead, which few people can do, we should be satisfied and not complain. This conversation set me thinking and I became reconciled to the loss of the dear old walnut tree. G.B.J.— IV.A 3 20

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In Florence there are yards of lace, And miles of galleries we pace, To scan each picture ' s lovely face. Our stay in Venice ends too soon, We love St. Mark ' s, the wide lagoon. The gondolas, but best, the moon. The people, who live in t he sun Of this warm land, are full of fun. And never let a thing they ' ve done Disturb or mar their peace of mind. Why should they let a promise bind When there ' s a good excuse to find? The laughing peasants in the street. Ear-rings jingling, bare of feet, Are picturesque, but are not neat! There seems to be no middle class. The aristocracy we pass At every step. They ' re thick as grass. The women are of beauty rare. With limpid eyes and jet-black hair They have a really charming air. The men who are not strong are few. To army training this is due. For discipline they must go through. Weeks have slipped by, and it is time To bid farewell to this warm clime Of golden past and dreams sublime. The ship steams out, and the dying day Shows twinkling lights around the Bay, . Whi le the waves are lit by the sun ' s last ray. E.W.— VI. « A LAMENT As I was walking through the school cellar I was very much startled to hear a gruff voice talking; as I stopped to listen this is what I heard : It is very hard when one is not treated with proper considera- tion. I have stood in the sc hool garden for many years and given my shade to generations of Trafalgar girls and now to be chopped down for firewood. The very idea! I was rotten at the core, was 19

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THE FOURTH FORM MASQUERADE On the night of February 4, the Fourth Form gave a masquerade for the two Third Forms and the boarders. On entering one hardly recognized the hall so transformed was it with hearts, balloons, plants, and other decorations. On this occasion the host was a handsome young sailor who met us at the door and introduced us to many familiar and unfamiliar people. In the grand march many costumes were seen, and we found many people of queer lands and times had come to visit us. There were people of long ago, people from nursery rhymes, ladies from foreign lands and even two people belonging to the land of Oz, the Patchwork Girl and the Scare-crow. After dancing, refreshments were served by bold brigands and dainty Quaker-maids as well as other costumed people. Three prizes were given, the first to the most original, who was the Patchwork Girl. The second prize went to the funniest, who was a clown, and the third to the well-known Mephistopheles. One of the most amusing things of the evening was dancing with unknown people and guessing who they were. One saw bold pirates and old-fashioned ladies dancing together as though it was quite the usual custom. Afterwards, before breaking up for the evening, God Save the King and Auld Lang Syne were sung; then we parted, after cheering the Fourth Form for their most delightful masquerade. — K.A.— III.-B S A SONG There is a school in Montreal whose name starts with a T, Round which all big and little girls will always long to be, And there each morn at nine o ' clock the heated pupils stream, For thoughts are bent with strong intent on school till one fifteen. Although the scholar turns his thoughts to French and Shakes- peare ' s plays. Like other mortals ' thoughts they run to June and holidays. Geometry lx)oks, and Latin prose will then be put away. Algebra sums, and history notes will in the dust turn grey. Reading we ' ll leave as a mem ' ry of school lest summertime prove too gay. F.W.— V. 21