Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE SIXTH FORM CLOAK-ROOM. Time: Monday morning. 8.30 - 9 a.m. Enter H. T. (g-azes around and vainly attempts to piece together the mirror.) Enter R. B. at 25 to 9. I got up at 8.30 this morning girls. H. T. 1 think I ' m going- crazy ! why did Eleanor break the mirror. ' ' Entered O. R. Have yon done your French? T simply couldn ' t make it out (all three scramble for the mirror.) R. B. Who has got my running- shoes? I put them here two weeks ago Friday. (Enter R. D.. president, in great haste). Oh girls! I should have l een here at halt past for basket ball, give me my girdle. Oh ! Isabel, did you bring- your comb, will someone put m - things away — thanks {hy this time she is half way up stairs). Enter D. C. Good-morning- girls. Don ' t you think Brutus was in the rig-ht and that C?esar ought to have been punished? J. de S. Oh no! I just hate him, poor Caesar was so nice in every- thing-. D. C. ell, I can ' t stop to argue, I must do some German. J. de S. Well I do think Caesar was nice, but mv, I ' am sorry Eleanor broke this mirror! I can ' t get near that cracked one. Enter Pussy. Girls. I had the grandest cold bath (shivers in fond memory) where ' s Roba. she hasn ' t gone yet, mv running-shoes — I ' m late. J. R. I do think Miss H. will give us a Botany test. I don ' t know anything. What is pollination, any-way? Isn ' t it something about the algae? Enter E. C. Hilda is here ! and I waited twenty minutes for her. i I. L. Eleanor, what does acrimonious mean? E. C. (puzzled) I think it ' s faithful, but of course I ' m not sure. D. C. ( witheringly ) Of course not. it means caustic, we came across it in Warren Hastings, two weeks ago Thursday, on page 110, line 11, the fifth word from the end of the line. (A mornent of awed silence in the cloak-room, but the tension over. J. F. arrives fashionably late, with a new hat.) R. B. Jean, your hat is angelic. D. R. Let me try it on. D. D. Which side do you turn to after prone fall ( arious in- formation is given leaving no one the wiser, and the poor Gymnast wonder- ing what Miss E. will say.) J. F. (brightly) i Iv running shoes have disappeared. D. D. (sweetly) How peculiar. I never heard of anything being- lost here before. ' ' D. R. Well, it ' s just almost time to ring the gong. You ' ve got a seventh of a minute longer. R. B. Oh no Dorothy, you know the clock is seven minutes fast. j Iy - vatch is right I set it last week. Bang — Bang — Bang. Girls in various stages of dress and undress rush from room, leaving it in a state of devastation, similar to the land of t he Rohillas. 17

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It is sad to reflect that this great artist, ' whose paintings are con- sidered to-day the finest that adoiu the Louvre, died in poverty, neglected by the country to which, through his art, he brought glory. It was not till after Rembrandt ' s death that artists began to paint landscape.. It came graduall}-, starting with paintings of cattle, and flowers from the wealthy merchants ' gardens. Finally, the figures in the picture diminished in importance, while the whole of the artists ' skill was devoted to the landscape. It is almost incredible to think, that in seventy years, Holland pro- duced three to four hundred painters of ability, and two at least— Rembrandt and Hals — of genius. H. T., Form VI. LIFE. This life ' s a hollow bubble, Don ' t you know ! A painted piece of trouble, Don ' t you know ! We come to earth and here we stay Doing something different every day. First, there ' s school through which we sail, Exams to pass — we often fail Don ' t you know ! Next comes society — that ' s dress, Don ' t you know ! And a source of much distress Don ' t you know ! To determine what to wear When to go, and likewise where? — And the way to part your hair Don ' t you know ! Thus we worr) ' through each day Don ' t you know ! In a sort of kind of way Don ' t you know ! So there ' s nothing really in it For we live just for the minute We grow older — then we die — Sort of exit Don ' t you know ! M.S. VI. 16

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Friday, 1 p.m. (Eleanor bounding into the cloak-room, tearing VI. form tag from the ke in her joy.) Friday at last, thank goodness ! H. T. (with a bright and smiling countenance) I ' m going down to Palmer ' s to have a shampoo, is anyone going that way? D. C. I ' m going down to Foster Brown ' s to get an Institute French Book, I think it will help me with m • translation. J. F. I forgot to wash my defk, shall I go back and do it? (Pitying glances on all sides at this unexpected display of cnergr.) I. E. (singing). The wife around her husband throws her arms and begs him stay. Chorus : Oh stop ! D. D. I think Isabel sings wonderfully during singing. I sit next to her. R. D. We ' ll let her keep it for singing then. When will I get sonic contributions for the Mag? I never saw such girls, who will write on the Cloak-Room ? (Absolute silence.) Pussy. My skirt ' s gone, who has pound this week? M. B. J. The boxes are to be opened on Monday, and we ' ve only got nine cents in ours, please bring some money. (I. E. D. D. whispering softlv behind the door.) R. D. Do keep quiet, girls, by the way when does matric begin? I ' m just petrified. Exeunt all but Roba and Puss. R. D. Well I ' m glad this week ' s over, the life of a class president is a hard and strenuous one. P. B. Oh well ! there ' s a happy side to everything you know, you ' ve got me for an assistant. Roba fails to see the humour in this and they depart — and the old cloak-room becomes silent and peaceful until next Monday. I. E. D. D. VI. TO VIRGIL ' S AENEID.— Book I. Think, think, think, The sense of thy lines to see ; And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me ! . Oh well for the brainy folk ' Who see thy sense at sight Oh well for the non-matrics Who don ' t work o ' er Latin each night. But the puzzling book keeps on And muddles us da) by day. ,We think of th-e time with jo} When we ' ll put our Virgil away. Think, think, think, The sense of thy lines to see ; But exactl} what Virgil is talking about Will never be clear to me. . ----- - - ■ -- - • • M. B-J. VI. IS