Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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tinue thus throughout the school. It is difficult however to form an opinion with regard to these for their voices are seldom heard joining the gay and intellectual chatter. Reahzing, doubt- less, their inferior position, they are unwilling to make themselves conspicuous. On taking these circumstances into consideration it will be seen that Trafalgar poss- esses a most promising collection of young minds, to bestow in future upon the world. M. A.— VI a. Lf.tEst N.mjo SmAtEn 5 u.9 cs 0T Co Matr cu. a tio n Girls for Wcfarmcy DiXf of QcOTT»Ctri| f AATn © c f i X 4v , 1 1 -:i 1 i; ;il 1 TVo Tn ii fhSTKMkAK CMC TTworm 3 Thcorm ao TACOTTTI 1. V ' A A yi rA ' © © Q © ® l K t. k t. Thcorrn 3i I heor-rriis T ' n orTT hj. Tncor-m -4 : Xi X X : ' f9 X X X X X X X| X X X 1 1 gl 1 A A A A-A • ; : : : S n bob or not to bob I To bob or not to bob : that is the question : Whether ' tis better with long hair to suffer The toils and turmoils of outrageous fortune, Or to take shears against a sea of troubles, And at one snipping end them ? To bob : to cut ; No more ; and by a bob to say we end The hair-nets and the thousand permanent waves, That hair is heir to, ' tis a consummation Devouth to be wished. To bob, to cut ; To cut : perchance not suit ; aye there ' s the rub ; For in that cut of chance what cares may come When we have scissored off this lengthy coil, IMust give us pause : there ' s the resort That makes calamity of nice short hair ; — 11 —

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On shovelling down further a large box which gave indication of having been used as a cupboard was uncovered. It contained a very odd collection of articles ; bags which were made of string, so unique in their style that they were sent to the museum, and many other objects which puzzled the finders. Not far from there two small mirrors were picked up in what appeared to be a large cloak room. These would seem to indicate that the girls of that age did not care much about their appearance. The excavations of the Trafalgar of the dim and misty past led to the unearthing of many articles unknown to the people of the present day. These belonged to an old civilization and they create wonder among the millions who flock to see them in the museum in which they are preserved E. C— VI a. AMONG other facilities for learning provided at Trafalgar, every opportunity is given for the pursuit of that study, always delightful to certain people, namely the study of the j oung and growing mind. The spot suggested as being the most suitable for this study, is a secluded corner of the large cloak-room — a veritable hot-bed of youthful intellects in their natural state — any morning of the school week between one and one-fifteen P. M. There various crumbs of knowledge as to the personal views and private aspirations of the young ladies may be gather- ed by a quiet listener. The laudable ambition of some, it would seem, is to become a celebrated cinema star at the earliest possible opportunity. Their young spirits are doubtless fired by frequent sights of these illustrious creatures. Others, perhaps of a less ambitious nature, may be heard describing the delights of a not-out dance in such words as, My dear, it was heavenly ! I never saw such a dress in my life — and late ! my dear, we got home at three A. M. exactly. . .etc. The happiness of these will be secure when they enter the bright society even now awaiting them. They are many of course who find great pleasure in discussing their lessons in a learned way. For example. — How on earth am I expected to do that wretched algebra ? I think it ' s the most sense- less mixture of x ' s and y ' s I ever saw ! Yes, and as for those Latin sentences — Well, all I can hope for is to get through some how in June. These evince a thorough understanding of their work. Amongst this brilliant gathering, but greatly obscured by it, there may be a few whose sole humble ambition is to pass their examinations with reasonably high honours, and to con- — 10 —

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But who would bear the marcel waves of heat The oppressive locks, the poor fool ' s legacy, The pangs cf despised hair, the long delay, The tardiness of rising and the fear Of being too late for the most worthy school. When she herself might her redemption make With a sole scissors ? who would bushels bear To grunt and sigh under a weary load. But that the dread of bad looks after bobb ' d. The apprehended clipping, from whose bourn, No lengthy head returns, puzzles the mind And makes us rather keep the hair we have Than fly to shearers that we know not of ? Thus bobbing does make cowards of us all ; And thus the tresses long of indecision Are given o ' er to that great task of doubt. And discontentment that may come to torment With this reply its murmurs turn away, To leave the hair or bob it. E. S - V i T[ AM a blotter in the Fourth Form of Trafalgar. It may sound a humble position — per- A. haps even a degrading one. In fact, I once heard the pen that Miss Attlee uses for correct- ing exams observe that I never even get the chance to put M. A. on little slips of paper, or 15% on big ones. But then think what I do ! I blot all the things the Fourth Formers write ! If I weren ' t a blotter, and if I weren ' t in the Fourth Form, I ' m sure I wouldn ' t know that Popocatepetl was an ancient Greek philosopher, or th ' at Coue ,was a funnel-shaped object thorough which one called a long distance, or that Lloyd George Lad abdicated, or that the Ku Klux Klan had burned Notre Dame Cathedral, or — But why go on ? And besides being literary — I remember I never spent such a peaceful time as the night I was left inside The Faerie Queen — I am learning arithmetic. I know that when there are sixty-four days left till the holidays and one is scratched off, there then are only sixty-three left. Also I know that X +y= z, or some such nonsense. I don ' t hold much with Algebra. X-j-y = z ! I ask you ! Therefore, as I have pointed out, it is no small honour to be a blotter in the Fourth. Every day and in every way I am growing wiser and wiser. So may it be long before I join my unhappy comrades mopping up spilt ink, or before I am thrown into the waste paper basket. And long live Four A ! S. S.— IV a. — 12 —