Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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A FISH STORY. It was evening and the sun was setting It almost sat with violence so it seemed ; The sky was red and torrid, even getting So gloomy that the soaring eagle screamed. And on the shore a fislierman was sitting And hy him listening, with his ears on liigli. Sat Isaac Walton, in a setting fitting lust drinking in the usual fishing lie. It was just at dawn, the story-teller told him. When Ji)hn and 1 had pulled him in the boat T ' was with my trusty gun I up and slew him And pulled the barbed hook from out his throat. He weighed so mucii wc both came near to falling So long was he, his tail hung o ' er the stern He fought us sixteen hours without stalling And all we used to catch him was a worm. And so the tale w ent on till night had fallen. Each word enhancing all the fishs ' .glory And thus was spread wherever things arc crawling. The nucleus of the verv first fish storv. U. S. VI. OUR HEART ' S DESIRE. There ' s a road that leads to a far ofif land The land of our Heart ' s Desire As we journey along this weary road Our hearts and bodies tire. The distance seems so very great And it ' s uphill all the way ; The downward road seems very fair We tire of climbing every day. But if we strive to the end of the road If we endure through water and fire We at last will reach the land we seek And attain our Heart ' s Desire. H. T. VL 19 4

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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

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(1) Form Presidents. (2) Magazine Staff. (3) Drill on the Lawn. (4) Fifth Form Picnic. (5) President and Vice-President (Form ■20