Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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8.15 p.m. — Recreation. Let ' s go up and dance in the gym? Will you play? 8.45 p.m. — Visiting. All come down to the Lower to-night. 9.00-9.20 p.m.— Getting ready for bed. Hurray! there ' re only 73 more days till the holidays, girls! 9.30 p.m. — Lights out. Good-night, girls. Good-night, Miss . Chorus — Good-night, everybody. M.M.— IILA. THE SIXTH FORM SLEIGH-DRIVE Early in January, the Sixth Form decided to give a sleigh-drive and the day fixed upon was Friday, the 22nd of January. On Monday of that week the thermometer registered about forty degrees below zero and practically all the Sixth offered to stay at school and look after the supper. It gradually became less icy, however, and by Friday it was nearer forty above. Friday after- noon was spent between decorating the playroom and watching for the rain. About half-past four there was a smart shower, but fortunately it stopped a little later and it turned out to be a nice balmy evening. We went all the way round the two mountains and it really seemed as if all the small boys on the way must have heard of our drive for we were pelted with snow-balls at every turn. We enlivened the way by singing, and the effect no doubt would have been good if the two ends of the sleigh had been able to agree on a song, but most of the time they insisted on singing differ- ent ones. On arriving back at school, we had supper and a few dances before we went home, and we all felt very grateful to Mrs. Young for enabling us to have such a jolly evening. M.A.R.— VL 28

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A WINTER SCENE There was no sign of life in the forest, but from the distance, breaking the calm stillness, came the crackling of the twigs and sometimes the song of the trapper as he made his way on snow- shoes to his traps. Once or twice, shrill cries were heard coming from some trapped animal, but these only served to intensify the stillness. The ever- greens were weighed down with the snow which clung to their branches. The deep azure blue of the sky overhead, together with the green trees, decked in a dazzling whiteness, and the long, flickering shadows cast by them on the snow, made a scene which was like some Fairyland, and one almost expected to find there all the spirits of winter and perhaps even Jack Frost himself. 3 THE DAILY HOUSE ROUTINE AT TRAP. (with a few passing remarks) 6.45 a.m. — Rising bell and cold baths accompanied by varied yells. (15 minutes later, a very sleepy voice) What time is it somebody? 7.20 a.m. — Devotion. Are you all ready girls? Y — e— s. 7.30 a.m. — Breakfast. Voulez-vous votre dejeuner? 8.15 a.m.— Walk. Who hasn ' t got a partner? 8.55 a.m. — School, and I ' m late for benches! 1.30 p.m. — Dinner. 2.05 p.m. — Slips signed — if you ' re lucky! 2.40 p.m. — (Rest over.) Do we have to get ready for the walk now? 2.45 p.m.— Walk. Bags after the Fifth ! ! I 4.00 p.m. — Biscuits. Any candy in to-day? 4.05-6.00 p.m. — Study and practising. 6.25 p.m.— (Tea, 6.30). Oh, what ' ll I wear to tea to-night? 7.00 i).m. — Prayers and bad marks reported. C.W. — I only have three bad marks. Think Fll get out Saturday? 7.10 i).m.— Mail. There are two letters for you, you lucky thing. 7. 1 . ' ) p.m. Study or practising. 27

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RESOLUTIONS The clock strikes seven — I yawn and say, Oh. many good things will I do to-day, I will get right up, though ' tis early still, And when I am dressed I will study until The breakfast bell rings, I will not be late. But start for school at a quarter past eight. Arriving there I ' ll be sure to see, That my shoes are put where they ought to be, I ' ll fill up the ink-wells with greatest of care, When we go up for benches — of course I ' ll be there! I ' ll not let my thoughts wander, nor at noon linger late, But be out of the cloak-room — the clock strikes eight! I jump out of bed feeling very dismayed, And the harder I hurry the more I ' m delayed, I rush through my breakfast and run down the street, Just missing my car by a couple of feet. After waiting for ages I see one at last. Though it ' s going at a pace which is surely not fast. I run up the hill for I know I am late. And breathless arrive at the Simpson Street gate. The class-room I reach at two minutes to nine, And quickly join in at the end of the line. And after that day it may safely be said That I don ' t make such plans ' til I get out of bed. M.B.J.— V. L ' HISTOIRE D ' UN ARBRE II y a un arbre sur Simpson Street qui se trouve pres de notre classe. Les branches s ' etendent au travers de la fenetre et nous regardent quand nous avons la grammaire et la traduction. II pense, Les pauvres filles! Comme c ' est triste qu ' elles soient si V)etes. Mais I ' arbre nous aime, et quand le samedi et le dimanche arrivent il dit, Mais elles ont beaucoup a travailler. Elles sont plus adroites que les gargons. II a beaucoup de temps pour penser, cet arbre, et pendant toutes les longues annees qu ' il a vecu, il a vu des milliers de fiUes. II a sur eille la premiere classe quand il etait un petit arbre. II sait pourquoi nous ne savons pas les premieres pages du livre de la grammaire mais il ne le raconte a personne que son ami, I ' ecureuil, sage arl;re! Voyez-vous il nous aime! R.S.— VI. 29