Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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It has talons long and sharp, two switching lashing tails; And it fills the air at school with terrifying wails. Its appetite is enormous and difficult to appease, It ' s forever madly hungry, an incurable disease. We havt to feed it literature if we wish to keep it quiet, And it thrives and expands on this very queer diet. It loves to dine on poems pertaining to the spring, Sweetly perfumed florets, or birdies on the wing. ' ' Snapshots and drawings are in favour too with it. In fact the monster relishes any dainty bit. It ' s very fond of jokes and jests, providing they are bright, And hold an ounce of humour, clear to ordinary sight. It must be regularly fed; and for that irksome task Appointed ones in every form the contributions ask So diligent we all must be to keep the monster fed This attempt is for its breakfast. Farewell! Enough is said. Elizabeth Tooke, Form V. a. How Trafalgar Got Its Sixth (In feeble imitation of Rudyard Kipling) ' VTOW you must know, Best Beloved, that once upon a time there was no Sixth form. There was a first form, most awfully teeny-tiny and there was a Fourth Form most extremely scrawly-wawly. But there was no Sixth. At first, when the world was very young and all, you understand. Littlest One, they didn ' t need a Sixth. The little children ate their lunches mousey quiet and never threw paper behind the radiators. The Fourth form walked about on tip toe and never screamed; and the plaster in the Third form, room never fell down. But one day something happened. The Worst Child of All came into the school, and when I say the Worst Child of All I mean something very very bad. She was always late in the mornings. She carried ink from the Studio down to the Study and spilt it in a huge, black pool by the front door. She slid down the bannisters. But worst of all, best Beloved, she never listened very frightfully meekly when someone told her about all this. She always answered back quick as a flash. So one day there was a meeting — a grave growly-wowly meeting. And all the Heads sat there and they talked, and talked, and talked. They told all the things the Worst-Child-of-All had said and all the things she had done; but mostly what she had said. You see, she had said so very many things. At last the Wisest-of-AU spoke. Have you ever heard of cheek? she said, and all the others shook their heads and said ' ' No ! ' ' You see when the world was so young-and-all no little person dreamed of being cheeky. What the Worst-Child-of-All has, went on the most ' cruciatingly Wise Person, is cheek, and we must do something to stop it. [17]

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While I, unfortunate, must needs bear all That I may have sufficient food and clothes To keep me warm. Then he complains of what He calls my lack of interest in his art. Oh! lack of interest, forsooth! Do not I sif whene ' er he wishes it, that he May copy all the beauties of my face In whate ' er picture he is working on? He could not do without me, but would needs Go out into the market place to seek For models as that artist had to do — The one he told me of a while ago. And hark ye. Cousin ! he tries to persuade Me that we stole the money from the King, The money that we took to build this house, Or borrowed, rather, and which he will pay Again to Francis after he has worked A little longer at Madonna ' s head And realized the sum I want for it. But woe! I must do that which I do loathe, Must sit forever in that artist ' s room Bedabbled o ' er with paints and other things With which to smear my dress. I do declare I ' ve spoilt this fine embroidery that came Last week from Rome, upon a picture there Carelessly stood upon an easel low. He made much fuss about the worthless thing Nor noticed my distress about the robe. But now I vow I shall have two of such When he has earned the gold wherewith to bring The pretty things from Rome. Oh, must you go? Yes, you shall have the money soon enough. As soon, in fact, as Andrea ' s brush can paint The last fine picture. So, my Coz, farewell ! I go now to prevent all further waste Of time on that same lazy Andrea ' s part. Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. Our Monster At Traf there is a monster which we call the Magazine, It is coloured blue and white and its scales are silver vSheen; It has three misshapen heads, with flashing red eyes Three awful gaping mouths of extraordinary size. [16]

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We must have something very, very dignified, and very, very wise, and very, verv squashing so that when it looks at the Worst-Child-of-All she will shiver and shake and crawl under a bench for the rest of the day. We will have a Sixth Form! So now you see. Curious One, how the Sixth Form started. And ever since then it has grown and grown until now it is at the tip-top of the school and is most terrifically important. S. Sampson, Upper V. Pyramus and Thisbe Thisbe one day came out to play. She watched the others dance She sighed, and turned to go, but then Pyramus passed by chance. Each to the other said Salve, (Interpreted means hair ' ) He said he soon must marry her If she would take the veil. Just then the fathers found them there, ' Tis very sad to tell That they had, when they were dragged off, Bare time to say farewell. Next day a wall was built between The gardens where they sate; Both lovers were forbidden to Go outside their own gate But Pyramus he found a crack Through which they talked with bliss And when ' twas time for them to part, They gave, through it, a kiss. The sun behind the hills had set, The night was coming on. Thisbe was to meet Pyramus Under the silver moon. The mulberry was dark and tall She sat down quite alone, All was in silence round about Except for the wind ' s moan. When all at once she saw a lion ! No ! ' Twas a lioness And when she fled into a cave She let fall from a dress° [ 18]