Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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]

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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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AMBO MORTUI SUNT A veil, and it the beast did spy He covered it with blood And then departed in the dark To search for other food. Then Pyramus came hurrying up, He saw the blood, the veil, The lioness ' footsteps in the dust ! And then his voice did fail. He grasped his sword, spoke one last word, And plunged it in his breast. Then, rolling over on his side. Slept in eternal rest. Scarce was this done when Thisbe fair Crept from her darksome cave, When she saw her lover Eheu! How she did moan and rave ! With courage firm she seized the sword Then drove it in her side And falling on her lover ' s breast She gave one sigh and died. Next morn two maidens found them there When going to a spring And to their parents they did run The sad tidings to bring. DoREEN Harvey-Jellie, Form IV. a. Up Hill, Down Dale A S a rule people living in the country enjoy a trip to the city for a change, but they soon tire of the noisy hubbub and crowded streets. People in the city also enjoy a trip to the country, but seldom do they weary of nature, because of its simplicity. So we of the city set out at break of dawn solely for the purpose of gazing upon our native land, unharmed by artificiality. In order that we might complete our journey in one day we were forced to take the train to a small village. Here we alighted; with packs on our backs and a compass to guide us, we went due north despite the fact that a steep ascent lay before us. Up, up, up we climbed. Would the hill ever end? Ah! here was the top. The panorama that lay in front of us can not be described in any language to give it full value. It was a land of mostly fir trees, with a few clumps of maples and birches here and there. Rivers and lakes formed a tangled network of beautiful azure water. The sky was of the same deep blue and a slight breeze chased [ 19]