Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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only hope hell find something cheap and pretty. I don ' t want to have to tell Mrs. Morlan what Mrs. Brown said about her drawingToom curtains — she might not like it! And I don ' t want to have to complain about the noise the Morlan ' s dog makes at night. I like to be friendly. . . . . Now weVe here well just look around. Oh! handkerchiefs! I want some for cousin Toddy. It ' s her birthday on Thursday. . . . ' Yes, handkerchiefs, please. (To the assistant who has advanced). . . . . Oh, white, I think. No. I don ' t know. Perhaps I ' ll see the coloured ones. I don ' t know what colour. Show me what you have. . . . . Oh dear! What a lot of colours! Now let me think. What will suit her best? Those pink borders are pretty, but she has such an awful complexion, and when she uses a pink handkerchief she will only look worse. And blue is as bad. I wonder whether yellow — or whether — I don ' t know. Perhaps, if I had heliotrope. Which do you like best, dear? (to friend). .... No colour at all? Why didn ' t you say so before? .... Well, if I didn ' t, I expect you to tell me what you think without being asked. Let me see the white ones, please. .... Plain or fancy? I don ' t know. Show me what you have. . . . . Yes, these are pretty. Now, I wonder — Have you got them with initials on? .... Oh, S. No, perhaps K would be better. Well, now, I don ' t really know. You see (to friend) — her name is Selina Kate, and we call her Toddy for short. .... I ' ll see some S ' s. No, perhaps K ' s. No, I shouldn ' t wonder if T wouldn ' t be best after all. Now you ' ve muddled me up dreadfully, taking out all these handkerchiefs. It ' s a silly thing to do. I don ' t know what to take. .... I ' ll tell you what! I ' ll just go home and think it over, and when I ' ve decided which initial would be best I ' ll come back and have it. .... No, nothing more, thank you. That ' s all. (To friend) Huffy sort of girl, isn ' t she? They don ' t seem at all helpful at this shop. You would have thought she ' d have had some ideas, wouldn ' t you? But no! (Sighing heavily as they leave the shop). I do think shopping is so exhausting. And it is so seldom you can get exactly what you want. {Exeunt. Joan Chillas, Form Upper V. My Neighbour ' s Garden My neighbour has a garden green and fair. With velvet lawn and rose-entwined bower, With many a splashing brook and bright-hued flower. Soft mosses, and the graceful maidenhair. The gentle blossoms offer up a prayer, A blessing of pure incense, with the power Of filling weary hearts with wondrous dower And smoothing from hurt souls all trace of care. I have no garden and no shady trees But daily through my kitchen window-pane The colour of his flowers gleams; their scent Is wafted to me by each vagrant breeze. Therefore I have no reason to complain But rather to be full of sweet content. Jane Howard, Form Upper VI. [27]

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Again the vision changed, and again it was summer — early summer and the grass hardly green. The sudden sound of a bell continuously rung disturbed me as I dreamed. Then, in long and orderly ffles, scores of girls began to troop into the garden, lining up quickly and unconfusedly beneath the balcony. In a few moments these were sent back to their studies, and fircdrill was over. A fourth vision came to me that afternoon as I lay beneath the tree in that old school garden. I seemed to see countless lights burning in the great building, for again it was night. A feeling of excitement pervaded the air, but at first I could see no reason for it. Suddenly a number of cars drove up, and knots of people began to enter the school, talking and laughing. They passed up the stairs and soon the fitful sound of marches, of commands and of minuets came to my ears. Then the people began to come out again, and as they passed I heard them say, ' It was the best Demonstration I have seen yet. ' ' Perfectly splendid! The dances were so pretty! — and many more things of the same kind. Gradually the night became still, and I thought that that would be the last vision. But, no! One more dream came to me, the last and most revealing. I thought, as I lay looking up at the tender green leaves on the tree above me, that it must be June. The birds were singing, and there was a feeling of holidays in the air. I looked towards the school, half expecting someone to come out. In this I was not mistaken, for presently two girls, dressed completely in white, and carrying school magazines, appeared. Let us seek out some desolate shade, and there weep our sad bosoms empty, quoted one. Please don ' t! said the other. It is bad enough to leave, without being reminded of that. Never mind, dear, we will always be ' old girls ' . Yes, I suppose so, but , and they faded from my sight. Slowly I woke from my dreams, and as I opened my eyes, the school fell once more into ruins. The sun was setting, and I arose, realidng more poignantly than ever before that the happiest years of life are those spent at school. Jane Howard, Upper VI. A Shopping Excursion : (Enter Miss Smith, large and comfortable4ooking, in outdoor attire. She approaches the shop in a calm and unhurried manner. It is a busy hour, but she has plenty of time. Her com ' panion follows meekly behind. As they enter the harassed-looking proprietor is seen emerging from his private office. Such good fortune!) Come, hurry, dear! There ' s Mr. Morlan himself. That ' s handy. We shall get better attention, and we may be able to get something in the way of a bargain. Good morning, Mr. Morlan. Nice day, isn ' t it? .... I want to see some pretty muslins — something dainty and uncommon. .... No, not an ordinary muslin, but something distinctive and pretty. ... . Oh, quite cheap. What is the price of that one? . . . . Oh dear! That is far too much! No, something much cheaper. What is the cheapest you have? Fifty ' five cents? Oh! (turning to friend) — we didn ' t want to give all that, did we, dear? Have you got a remnant cheaper? .... What length? Well now, let me see. How much should we want, dear? .... Yes, I think so. About three-quarters of a yard. That would do. . . . . Yes, cheaper than fifty-five. I ' m sure you must have something (playfully). I ' ll tell you what! I shall be passing again to-morrow, and will run in to see if you have found any thing. .... Thank you. Good morning. .... Seemed in a hurry, didn ' t he? But he ' s very obliging. That ' s the advantage of going straight to the head of the firm. Now, if we hadn ' t buttonholed him, one of those assistants would have come to serve us and wouldn ' t have taken any trouble. .... Pity to bother him? Not at all. That ' s what he ' s here for. Besides, he ' s a neigh ' hour of mine, and its more convenient to be friendly than unfriendly with your neighbours. I [26]

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Moving on May First Oh, joyous Spring is here once more! We hear the pipes of Pan Accompanied by the rumbling wheels Of our Baillargeon van. The birds and bees are busy now, We too are occupied : We ' re beating carpets, scrubbing floors, And hauling beds outside. Although the trees are showing green. No bursting bud compares With our big packing case which burst When hurtling down the stairs. The pictures now are off the walls. And trunks lie all about; Th ' electric lights are off because The fuses have blown out ! It ' s rather dark at night because No lights are to be had. When father barks his shins, alas ! His language makes us sad ! The sweet Spring rains improve the soil Except on moving day ! Our van has sunk deep in the mud While struggling on its way. When, wearied out, to bed we creep To seek well ' carned repose. We scarcely close our eyes before The neighbour ' s cockrel crows! If any girl in this fair school Enjoys removal day. We ' ll stick her on a pedestal And crown her Queen of May. F. FosBFRY, Form Va. f 28)