Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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A Radio Fanatic O you radio fanatic ! Surely you must be erratic iTo love to listen to the static Night after night? Why do you use your precious time Sitting and thinking it ' s sublime? The waste of money — it ' s a crime, Tube after tube. A man in his right mind, Tm sure, Would think it more or less a bore, Yet what do you worship it for Hour after hour? That radio you never leave, If something ' s wrong Oh, how you grieve ! Such mighty sighs you often heave One after another. You should put away that craving. Stop your foolish, childish raving. Do a little honest saving Cent after cent. At your radio you ' re profane. It drives you mad, almost insane; From such language you should refrain Word after word. The squeaking birdies on the wire Seem to fill your soul with fire. How could such noise e ' er inspire Eveni ng after evening? You have already been too long In realizing you must be wrong That distance e ' er improves a song Mile after mile. You seldom go early to bed, Wonder why you feel like lead. Or have lines on your forehead. Wrinkle after wrinkle. It ' s hardly necessary to mention. The radio ' s a great invention, Except when it shatters with tension Nerve after nerve. Leave the radio an hour, or gloom Too soon will send you to your tomb. You are creating your own doom Minute after minute. You are now classed among the freaks Because of the pallor of your cheeks And the love of abhorent squeaks. Noise after noise! Straighten the back that is so curled. Wake up right now and see the world. And you will have, with red flag unfurled. Friend after friend. [22] Ernestine Ellis, Upper VI.

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molten rock. At that time the mountain was much higher than it is now, but about 4,000 feet were rubbed off its top by a mighty glacier which later covered it. All this is known by studying the rock-forma tions; a great core of igneus rock has been found on the mountain, proving that time and again lava was forced up through the softer crust of the earth, leaving long dykes or cracks where it flowed and hardened. When the glacier disappeared, the sea crept up over the land; and then, as the earth recovered from the pressure of the glacier, the sea began to recede step by step, leaving sea beaches on the slopes of the mountain. In this way were formed the terraces along which Sher- brooke and St. Catherine Streets run. This can also be proved; for sea shells were found in the blue clay where the Physics Building now stands; and the skeletons of whales and seals were found near Bleury Street. Dr. Bancroft brought his delightful talk to a close by saying that though some people might contend that the history of man is most insig ' nificant when compared to the history of the formation of rocks, yet in reality the earth has been preparing during 16,000,000,000 years for the coming of mankind. Jane Howard, Form VI a. Green Cheese The moon, they say, is a silver lamp, hung up in a jewelled sky To light the dusk of the Milky Way where the night winds tiptoe by; And some folks tell of a magic spell that lies in her still, cold flame, The power to grant all the soul can wish of love or money or fame; And hearts have yearned and hearts have burned to capture the moon ' s white fire — To have and to hold the wonderful lamp that carries the heart ' s desire. The moon, they say, is a silver ship that sails on a sapphire sea. And folks have told of a guarded hold locked fast with a magic key. But still, they say, if a mortal may unlock and enter and seek, He ' ll find a chart and the ship shall start swift ' bound for a distant creek. And hearts have sought and hands have wrought to cover the weary miles And take for a trip the enchanted ship to find the Fortunate Isles. Oh ! many there are that cry for the moon down here on the kind, old earth: Who dream and scheme for a far-off gleam of a treasure of untold worth; They watch the sky with a hungry eye for the glimmer silver sweet. And mope and sigh as they stumble by the riches beneath their feet. But if they climb to the dim white stars and steal her away from these They find at last, when they hold her fast, they ' ve nothing but plain green cheese ! Joan Chillas, Form Upper V. [21]

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Yesterday and To-day In grandmother ' s day The girls were dressed in such a way : Many flounces and one large bustle Made their dresses sway and rustle, While several petticoats and a train Swept dustily along the floor. To ' day the girls are clad Not at all like the long ago fad : They have in place a straight silhouette And their hair cut short or fixed in a net, And instead of wasting their time at teas They spend all their money in athletic fees. Carolyn Smith, Upper V. Sonnet (With many apologies) When I considered how my time was spent ' Ere half my term in this girls ' school, I sighed ; ' Gainst my ignorance which is death to hide In time of tests, although my soul ' s more bent To serve withal my teachers and present My passing mark lest they returning chide. ' ' Doth school exact hard labour, brains denied? I sadly asked, but Patience did resent That murmur and replied, ' ' School doth not need Girls who complain; she only wants the best Who work steadfastly early until late; Them should ' st thou imitate in word and deed ; Strive thou thy hardest, pause not long for rest. Thou wilt be needed, do thy best, and wait! DoREEN Harvey ' Jellie, Upper V. [23]