Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 116 of the 1926 volume:

Antique Silver A tea caddie made a decade after Quebec fell to Wolfe — A coffee pot in use ir London during the fateful years preceding the revolt in His Majesty ' s J orth American Colonies A tea set that might well have been in use the very day that J apoleon met his crushing defeat at Waterloo. HE Birks Collection of Antique Silver and fine Old Sheffield Plate will fascinate the lover of other days. It is indeed unique — not alone for its extent but for historic and artistic merit, each piece having been personally secured by Birks silver director in London. HENRY BIRKS AND SONS LIMITED PHILLIPS SQUARE MONTREAL COMPLETE STOCK REEVES ' WATER COLORS BRUSHES AND PASTEL ARTIST MATERIAL FOR THE ARTIST C. R. CROWLEY 667 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST The Goodchild Electrical Co. Electrical Contracting and Repairs FIRST CLASS SERVICE IS DAILY INCREASING OUR VOLUME OF BUSINESS 128 ST. 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EATON C?, OF MONTREAL Editorial - Literary - School Chronicle - Juniors Music And Drama - Sports Basketball House . - ' ' Old Girls ' Notes Jokes - - - - Address Directory Autographs Contents JUNE, 1926 VOLUME IX l rafalpr €cl)oes( MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Jean Macalister Sub-Editors Beatrice Howell Doris Johnson Secretary Hazel Ahern Advertising Managers ' Art Representative ' Athletic Representative - House Representative Fifth Form Representative Adviser to Magazine Staff Jean Macalister Doris Johnson Beatrice Howell Elizabeth Tooke Marie Luther Executive Committee Prefects Form Officers Presidents Form Upper VI. — Jean Macalister Lower VL — Margaret Sumner Upper V. — Margaret Bain Lower V. — Jean Lamb IVa. — Carol Ross IVb. — Doris Ahern IIIa. — Betty Vaughan IIIb. — Maida Truax Upper IL — Joan Archibald 11. — Norma Roy Upper L — Peggy Chapman Treasurer Marie Luther Hazel Howard Margaret Sumner Elizabeth Tooke Dorothy Sumner Isabel Elliott Dorothy Ward (temporary) - ' Miss Bryan Gertrude Nieghorn Isabel Elliott Margaret Sumner Dorothy Sumner Vice-Presidents Beatrice Howell Helen Findlay Helen Ritchie Marian Hand Eileen Mitchell Elizabeth Stanway Nancy Stocking Velma Truax Cynthia Bazin Editha Wood Pamela Stead 111] } HE days are lengthening, the holidays are approaching, and this our last year at school is I drawing rapidly to a close. That means that the time has come to look back over the V- ' activities of the past terms, and we feel that we can view these with great satisfaction, for in every department of both work and play some progress has been made. There has been the usual unavoidable absence during the middle term, but otherwise excellent work has been done all through the school. In connection with sports perhaps the biggest step forward has been the organization of the hockey. There were several girls among us who had played before, and with the help of these practices were arranged. Many of the girls took part and enjoyed them very much. We hope that next year we will have a team good enough to compete with other schools. The basketball team has had rather bad luck this year. First one and then another member has had to give up playing for some time on account of illness, but in spite of the gaps thus made we have managed to win several games, and we hope that next year the team will be even more successful. At the cup match last June the trophy given by Miss Edgar was presented to Trafalgar, and we congratulate the team which brought such honour to our school. The inter form basketball matches, the tennis tournament, and the competition looming up in the near future, are claiming all our attention for the present. We have been entertained this year by the Upper II and form IIIa, who gave most enjoyable plays. The fifth form also had a very jolly skating party, and the sixth form is now preparing a play which will be given during the summer term. We were fortunate in having Bliss Carman come to speak to us. He read us some of his poems and said a few words about each, making us all feel we wanted to read more of them. Also, Dr. Grenfell gave us an interesting address early this term, and told us in a most entertaining way some of his experiences in Labrador. Now, in turning to the girls who left last year, we, the sixth form of 1925 6, feel we have a very high standard to live up to — too high for our feeble efforts, for it has been many years since a form has left behind it such a record of splendid work as the sixth last year. Sixteen girls got their full matric, and we offer our congratulations to Marjory Doble, to whom the Trafalgar Scholarship was awarded. We who are struggling after them realize the importance of what they have done, and wish that we had followed more closely in their footsteps. Everyone who is leaving Traf. this year will join with us in saying that it is with deep regret we say good ' bye to the dear old school, and our memories of it will always be most precious. However, we will not let it be a real good ' bye, for when we are old girls we will come back as often as we can to renew our old friendships, and to revisit the scene of so much of our happiness. Now, in closing, we wish to thank all those who have helped in any way towards getting out this Magazine, and to wish the committees of the future the best of luck. [ 12] I THE LATE MISS MITCHELL By PROFESSOR CARRIE DERICK A Member of the Trafalgar Staff iSgo iSg CT HE history of the first twenty ' five years of Trafalgar Institute centres around two noteworthy women who upheld the highest standards of conduct and attainment. Those who had the privilege of associating either as colleagues or pupils with the one-time Principal, Miss Fairley, and her chief assistant, Miss Mitchell, remember both with love and admiration and think of them together as the founders of the noblest traditions of Trafalgar. Constance Mitchell, a daughter of James Mitchell and Emily Fairbairn, was born in Montreal on September 19, 1858. She, with her lovely sister Emily, was educated first at Bute House, a school which stood opposite the McGill gates on Sherbrooke Street. Later she studied in Dresden, Ger- many, at a well-known school conducted by able Edinburgh women, the Misses Geddes. After her return from Europe, Miss Mitchell became one of a group of women bound together in lifelong friendship by cultivated tastes and broad sympathies. With extraordinary unanimity these old friends speak with tenderness and devotion of that beauty of character which makes even the memory of Constance Mitchell a living force. For a short time Miss Mitchell taught in the school of the Misses Gairdner, but when Trafalgar opened in 1887, she received an appointment to its staff a few months before that of Miss Fairley. There, as a teacher in residence for nine years and a non-residential teacher from 1896 until 191 3, she was a potent influence in the lives of successive generations of girls. Especially in her English classes, even the dullest of her pupils developed some love of books, the more intellectual gained in power of discrimination and all learned to respect higher ideals. Widely read and keenly appreciative of the best in music and art, Miss Mitchell was able to illuminate her lessons by a wealth of illustration and comparison. With simplicity and sincerity she combined a rare sense of humor, which probably was her most effective weapon in maintaining kindly discipline. Though she saw life sanely and as a whole, her spontaneous gaiety brightened the most depressing moments. Her mere entrance into the teachers ' common room at the end of a day dis- pelled dullness and lifted life to a higher level once more. It was not, however, in gayer moods that her power was most felt. She had an understanding nature and gave sympathy wherever needed as generously as she gave herself to each demand made upon her. After her retirement from teaching, she and her sister travelled in Europe and were there on the outbreak of war in 1914. They returned and had a happy home together until the death of Miss Emily Mitchell, in January 1920, ended their sympathetic companionship. But life alone con- tinued to be enriched not only by the memory of past happiness but by present love won through the generous expression of an exquisite character, and strengthened by the faith of a tolerant but deeply religious nature. On September 22, 1925, in the Royal Victoria Hospital, Constance Mitchell, the well-beloved, died after a life of unfailing devotion not only to those who to she owed immediate duty but to all in need. [13] The Loyalists The Pride of the Maritimes HROUGH the long centuries — across the pages of history — heroic men have suffered innumer ' able hardships, or have died horrible deaths, for the sake of a cause which many deemed con ' temptible. It has been the unhappy lot of many of these men to be scorned and despised, even after their death, because of the cause they upheld, and not even their heroism has softened the criticism. Such, mayhap, was the case with that devoted band — the United Empire Loyalists. They are more often remembered as ' ' traitors to the cause of liberty than as noble patriots. In the days of ' 76, when the American colonies rose against their unjust English rulers, there were yet some men who clung to their mother country. We believe now that even minorities have certain rights, but in those days tolerance was not known. Accordingly, when at last the cause of the people triumphed, the Loyalists, as they were called in contempt, were most shame- fully treated. Riotous mobs, acting under unscrupulous leaders, attacked the Loyalist homes, confiscated their goods, subjected them to gross personal insults, and drove them from their homes. It was considered right in those times for the victor to despoil the vanquished. At last the Loyalists could no longer bear this harsh treatment, and almost eighty thousand of them came to settle in loyal Canada. They established homes in different parts of the Dominion — Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, Quebec, and even on the Pacific shore. They founded many towns and cities, some of which endure to this day. The governments of the provinces gave them grants of land, materials for building, and all the other help that they could. The Canadians reali2;ed what their neighbours had not — the tremendous value to the country of these settlers. Just where the mighty St. John river meets the Bay of Fundy they founded a colony, now bearing the name St. John, and still known as the City of the Loyalists. At first the settlement was called Parrtown, but as it grew into a city its name was changed to St. John. To this day, May 1 8th is a public holiday in that city, and is known as Loyalists ' Day. Another colony that the Loyalists established, which has an even more romantic history, is that of Shelburne, Nova Scotia. The Loyalist City has endured to this day, and has a future — SheL burne has only a past. The Loyalists came there ten thousand strong, and built a city. The Governor himself came to christen it, and for a few years Shelburne flourished. But soon it passed away like a gipsy encampment. The surrounding country was not sufficiently cultivated to supply the needs of the people; the harbour was ice-bound in winter, and the situation was bleak. To-day Shelburne is a sleepy little town, chiefly interested in shipping and fishing — the days of its glory have faded. [14] The settlement of the Loyalists had a marked influence on the different provinces. The Loyalists were no mere disbanded soldiers who were beaten and were going off to a new country in the hope of finding an Eldorado. Had they been of this stamp, they would have given up their opinions and gone in with the colonies. They were, in reality, men of the finest character. Respect for the law, high standards of honour, and nobility of bearing were their special traits. Certainly some were of lowly origin, but the time of suffering through which they had passed had left its purifying mark upon them. Among them were not a few men of birth and education, who at once took a leading part in public affairs. In short, from the Loyalists have sprung some of our finest citizens. Had America been wise she would have kept these men; but she did not recognise their value, and Canada reaped the benefit. Among our people to-day it is a proud boast to say that one is descended from the Loyalists. Their name will be honoured as long as men regard heroism, truth, and loyalty! O. Mary Hill, Form Upper V. Canada as seen in the American Movies Canada ' s a land of perpetual snow. Where ne ' er a blade of grass will grow. Upon whom the sun doth scowl. And at night the wolves do howl. Where you oft do meet a gri ly bear. And a beaded savage may grab your hair, Lift his hatchet, and only cease When up do ride the Mounted Police. Where women always wear riding suits. With leather shirts and big high boots. Where everyone lives in a wooden shack. With a checkered cloth, and guns on the rack. Where moose wander round about the street, And trappers limp home with fro2;en feet. Where miners fight over bags of gold, Where the snow falls thick and the wind is cold. Where the ' ' rustler steals from the orphaned maid But, thanks to the hero the debt is paid. And the culprit hanged on the nearest tree, While the hero asks, Do you love me? Ruth Bishop, Form Lower VL [ 15] The Story of Marie Leblanc nVf NAME it is Marie Leblanc, and I am an old, old woman. I know not how to read, or how to write, but my grandchild Jeanette writes this for me. I have now seventy ' nine years, but I can remember — ah! — so well! when I was young and beautiful, and I lived with my father and my brothers and sisters out in the woods. Mon pere, he was a trapper, and used to be gone all day long with the oldest boys, and as e hon Dieu had taken our darling mother from us, when I had but ten years, I had to care for the little ones. I recall how heavy was Paul, the baby, who grew to be a fine tall boy and was taken by the plague. There are only three left of our large family, Jacques, who lives to the south (I shall never again see him), and Anne who married a smart young man from the city, and now is very rich. She sends me much presents, but never comes to see me (I think I shame her). Then there is myself. All my youth, as I have said, was spent caring for my family, and I was never able to attend the school, which was held in the village, seventeen miles from our home. I am not sorry for it, Jsanette is no happier than I am. So, when handsome young Pierre Cadieux came courting me, I had to send him away, for the youngest, Paul, had only five. I kept house for Papa for several years, but one day he was caught in an iccjam, and we never saw him again. The children were all gone but Paul, and that winter, while the snow tried to bury our cabins, the Black Death swept over the land, and mon petit Paul was taken from my arms. I recall well that morning, as Paul tossed on his cot, raving with the fever. I dug out my way from the door, and snowshoed to the nearest village for the doctor. When we came back, fortyeight hours later, my Paul was dead. When the plague came to me, I was glad. But I did not die as I had wished. Instead I married the doctor. He was a big man avec une harhe noire. I still have the marks of the plague upon my body and my face, my beauty was ruined forever. When I married I had twenty ' seven years. Ma foi, how I hated to leave my old home, although our new cabin had two rooms and was very comfortable. When I was married three years, and had two petits garcons, my husband got himself lost in the bli 2;ard, and I suppose he fro e. All the same I loved my children and I lived for the sake of them. They grew up to be big healthy boys, and how they were good to their mother, especially mon Antoine ! They sometimes went to school, un jour la semaine, peuuetre. My boys knew how to read and to write, but I confess I think it foolish. One day, Antoine, he came to me and said, Chere petite maman, far, far away they are fighting a big war, and I must go. I did not understand, but Antoine went. My other boy stayed with me until he was made to go, by the government, he said. Thus both my boys went to the wars, I know not where. Cependant, I lived as best I could, but I was getting old. In the winter my bones ached, and my breath came with difficulty. Then one day it was Spring, the snow was melting and the air was warmer; on m ' apporte une lettre. Of course I could not read it, but I kept it for a week or two, until little Georges Perrault came to see me and to chop my wood. He was able to read it for me, as he went to school. ' ' Antoine est mort ' ditnl. [16] After a long, long time, my other son came home, mais sans un hras. He has left me and married a girl whom I distrust; but his little Jeanette is good and I love her. My story is nearly finished, and until I am called, I must live alone in this cabin. Pray God it may not be long. I do so want to see my brother Paul, and little Antoine, in Heaven. Elizabeth Tooke, Form Upper VI. Ode to Big Chief Mountain You stand, O sentinel of the plains, Majestic, triumphant and free. Monarch of peaks around you. Shrouded in mystery. You tower o ' er the valley and foothills. O ' er the forest, the lake and the stream. Semblance of strength and of freedom. Formidable, lofty, serene. What mystery surrounds you. Refuge of outlaw and thief? What secrets do you cherish, O home of the Indian chief? You have silently witnessed battles Fought ' twixt the Blood and the Cree; You have echoed the shouts of the valiant As they chanted in victory. Thus have you stood through the ages, A stoic without change. Pride of the western prairies. Big Chief, lord of the range. Jean Mack ay, Form Lower V. [17] Miss Muffet {As Spenser might have written it) A lovely Ladie sate upon a stool In purple stole and golden vele ycladd, As framed in the waters of a pool, A goodlie meal of curds and whey she had; And therein paused with ydle pleasure lad To listen to the birdes sweete harmony: But suddeine loosed by a false Dryad A loathsome spider fell from out the sky, Eftsoones it forst Miss Muffett farre away to fly. Hazel Ahern, Form Upper VI. The Swallow Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow. What hast thou found in the spring to follow? ' ' ' Hylus, by A. C. Swinburne WHAT hast thou found in the spring to follow? A merry question to ask a swallow, as if a bird could know! Why! it ' s only instinct that guides it south, you will say. Maybe. But don ' t you like to think that perhaps animals have more sense of the beautiful than we have? They live always close to Nature, and I think are sometimes awed, happy, sad, and merry by turns, according to her moods. So let us try to imagine what the little swallow ' s thoughts are on its long quest for spring. When autumn winds begin to whistle through the tall, yellowed ferns, and over the cold streams, and around the blackened branches of the great trees, the swallow feels it is time to leave [ 18] the saddening world round about. The dawns are sharp and cold, the nights come dark and fast, and the sun ' s rays seem far, so, starting from the branches of a tree, the swallow wings south- wards. At first the wee bird is startled by the gigantic shadows of great clouds as if some huge un- known bird wheeled to grasp it in its long talons, but at the glory of a patch of autumn trees contrasting their bright colours against a clear sky, the plucky little heart bursts into song. All day it flies over dewy grasses, which, from a height, resemble diamond dust. Later, although weary from flight, it mounts higher in the air, to bathe longer in the rays of the setting sun. When the radiance is at last blown out from the skies by the rising winds, the bird sinks to earth, and is lost in the dark shadows. That night in the corner of a strange bare branch, a little warm swallow tucks its head under its wing and, its tiny heart quivering, at last falls asleep. It awakes drenched with dew, and once more mounts into the skies. On and on it flies, over long dusty roads, over land and water, over high cHffs and rocky hollows, over houses and woods, until in the late afternoon the rain begins to fall, the tiny raindrops forming little silver pearls on the feathers of the bird. The torch of the sun is put out, the day turns grey and lonely, and the swallow ' s song ceases. But the next day, with never a thought of what it has left behind, it flies onward to its golden goal — a land of sunshine and flowers, of harebells and green grasses, of red berries and rich fields, of dark lucid waters and pale bright moons. O, the little swallow ' s faith is firm! and it believes that at the end of its long unwavering flight it will find a warm bright haven! Would that we too were thus. Alice Gurd, Form Lower V. The Bad Mark (With apologies to Tennyson) I come from hands of those most stern, I make a sudden sally, And make with shame my victims burn. And all their courage rally. By thirty names Tm written down. Between some long blue ridges. Of thirty girls who went to town. Or spent their time at bridges. Alas! I ' m called their direst foe. Though it shall stop me never, For girls may come and girls may go. But I go on forever. Doris Ahern, Form IVb. [ 19] The Land East of the Sun and West of the Moon JT HAD been one of the hottest days of late July and it was with a sigh of relief that I sauntered out in the cool of the evening, my telescope in my hand and my mind intent on studying the stars. However their interest seemed to wane that night and I was about to start for home when I suddenly became aware of a cloud behaving in the most extraordinary manner. It was dropping rapidly downwards, growing larger and larger as it did so, until it seemed that it was nearly upon me, and I found myself, to my surprise, knocking boldly on a small gate over which swung a sign bearing the words — The Land East of the Sun and West of the Moon Babies exported at any hour The gate was at last opened with a rush by a fiery red ball of a person — presumably the Sun — who hustled me in, quite as if he had known me for years, and told me to sit down whilst he attended to one of his numerous duties. So I seated myself obligingly, feeling rather like Gulliver at Lilliput, for everywhere were babies of all shapes and si es. I decided to question one of these infants w ho was engaged in teaching a sunbeam the correct slope at which to enter a window. I found that I was rather at a loss as to how to approach the child, but finally inquired in my most polite manner if this was the land where our mortal babies came from and, if so, how was the distance between here and the earth covered? The baby eyed me suspiciously as though considering whether or not I was respectable enough to be taken into his confidence, and apparently deciding in the affirmative, began to speak in a high falsetto, all the time waving his arms around at random, in a manner which reminded me slightly of the conductor of the village band at home. ' ' Babies from here? Of course, my good fellow, where else could they come from? As for getting there — easiest thing in the world — rainbow express, of course. Then as I continued to wear a rather blank expression, he condescended to explain. ' ' You see, whenever you mortals see a rainbow in the sky, that means a baby is coming to some one. And a double rainbow? I asked, already half-anticipating the answer. Twins, of course, he replied promptly. I was soon to test the truth of the baby ' s statement, for at this interesting point of the con- versation the Sun bounded up, looking desperately worried. Dear, dear, quoth he, Father Stork has just sent word that a fat blue-eyed baby is wanted immediately. Do you suppose you would help me? He ' s so particular. Certainly, certainly, I smiled, and was ushered up to a gurgling row of babies who nodded and swayed in perfect rhythm. After much excited debating a cherubic youngster was chosen and I watched with interest the preparations for her departure. A lever, upon which the word Rain was marked in large letters, was turned and I was informed by the Sun that the earth beneath was having a shower. Then suddenly a rainbow, large and perfect, arched itself in a medley of soft colours across the sky. Upon this baby climbed, and with many backward glances and farewell calls slid slowly off into the mist at the foot of the rainbow. I turned expectantly to the Sun and then gasped in pained astonishment, for his rotund form was slowly taking on the proportions of my six -year-old brother, while the clouds, stars and babies vanished completely and I found myself standing, arms outstretched, in the little field behind our house. Kathryn Wood, Form IIIa. [20] The Possibilities of a Minute k MINUTE is not a very great space of time, to be exact just sixty seconds ; yet many of us realize, through experience, that a minute has possibilities of which an ordinary mortal would never dream. In an old nursery rhyme we read: ' ' How doth the busy little bee Improve each shining minute? ' ' Bees, gentle reader, are not the only creatures who improve the minutes! List to the experiences of a day girl at Trafalgar. You are lying in bed, dreaming of carefree vacation days, when you awaken with a start, and find to your dismay that you have overslept. A dive out of bed — then a feverish ten minutes of dressing ensues, punctuated with little wails of Oh dear, TU be late! You gulp down your breakfast, grab your books, and with another frantic glance at your watch, dash out of the house. As you are halfway up the street, you see a street car rapidly advancing, and realize that you will miss it unless you make a hundred yard dash. You begin to run, clutching at your coat, remembering even in your hurry, that you are wearing a decidedly short gym. tunic. Faster — faster — faster — until your breath almost gives out — but making a final effort, you reach the car just in time and clamber on board, while a triumphant smile spreads itself for a moment over your anxious countenance. ■ Are the cars ever as slow as when one is late? They seem to stop at every corner, and to crawl along with the speed of a snail. It is all that you can do to concentrate your mind on a bit of last minute work in Latin, for an irresistible attraction draws your eyes to your wrist watch. At last you alight from the car, and now a walk awaits you. You glance at your watch — ten minutes to nine — a sinking feeling pervades you. Then, wrap ' ping your coat firmly about you, you set off with grim determination, running up the street; not heeding the jocose remarks of the passers-by, who appear to believe that you are training for a race. The minutes are slipping by, and, putting forth every effort, you toil up the hill. Panting, you reach the school gates. Now you begin to have a presentiment that the bell has rung. All seems quiet. There is a moment of suspense as you open the door. Then — oh blessed relief! — -a distant hum of conversation reaches your ears. But the struggle is not yet over. You hurry to the cloakroom, and feel alarmed once again when you find it deserted. Off comes your coat, and just as you reach for your running shoes, the bell clangs. There is not a moment to be lost! The running shoes are put on hastily, and you dash up the stairs with the laces dragging. Your line has started up to prayers, but by sheer good luck you catch up your Bible and Hymn Book, and join them just as they enter the Assembly Hall. You march in serenely — regardless of the trailing laces — with a smile on your face that is beautiful to behold — a smile of victory! It ' s the minutes that count, you say some day at recess in a sage way; ' ' they have great possibilities! O. Mary Hill, Form Upper V. [21] 2000 A.D TES, my dear ' said Granny, removing her left eye, ' ' times have greatly changed since I was young, ' ' and she looked fondly at the eye she held in her hand with the one still left in her head. ' ' Take for instance this, she said as she held out the eye. When I was young, my mother wore things called glasses, which were held in place by means of hooks, over the ears, or else they were pinched on to the nose. Terribly uncomfortable things they were and always falling off and breaking. Of course youVe all seen a pair in the Museum. But I musn ' t waste time reminiscing for I have promised your mother that I will have lunch with her in Spain and then we are going on to Venice for the Water Carnival. Oh, dear! there ' s the bell again. Dorothy will you answer the radio, please? Five minutes later back came Dorothy with a message for her grandmother. Mother is in Mexico, Granny, and she wants you to meet her there instead. She said there is a sale of air cars at one of the large roof stores and she thinks you might see something you ' d like, as yours is terribly out of date. You know you ' ve almost had it a year now. Just then in dashed John, who thought he was quite a man of the world, having just turned eighteen. He was dressed in skin ' tight, kneedength trousers and a short sleeveless coat, which also fitted him rather snugly. His legs were bare as were his arms, but his feet were protected by sandaMike shoes. Hello, everyone! he cried. Try and guess where I ' ve been. Oh, said Dot indignantly. You ' ve been swimming at Wai ' ki ' ki Beach again. You know mother said you were to keep away from those Hawaiian boys. Just wait till I tell her. All right, said John, not a bit abashed. Then I ' ll tell her what you did last night. Children, children, interrupted Granny. If the customs have changed a great deal since I was young, it is plain to be seen the younger generation still gives as much trouble as ever. Yes, continued John, not noticing the interruption; I ' ll tell her that you flew down to Argentine last night and entered the Round Hop contest at Buenos Aires. Oh! gasped Dot, How do you know, for I didn ' t tell a soul? You see, sister darling, John replied in a very superior voice, yesterday morning I was in a great hurry and my knowledge pills got mixed up and I happened to take a double dose of those pmk ones. You know the kind you take in the morning so you can know what ' s going to happen to yourself through the day? I don ' t see what that has to do with me, cried Dot impatiently. About six o ' clock last night, continued her brother, I happened to say to myself ' I wonder where Dot is, ' and then a picture of you flashed into my mind. You were seated in your flycar and you were speeding too. Yes, I know it, for you had on your red feather coat. So I decided to watch and see where you went. Of course it was rather a surprise to be able to see you, but remembering the pills, I put it down to that. But what did you want me for? curiously enquired Dot. At this point Granny rejoined the conversation. I see by the morning ' s paper, that they are trying to revive some of the lovely old dances of my girlhood. At this, groans were heard from both her grandchildren. They were beautiful, she remonstrated, and much more dignified than the dances of to- day. Take for instance the Charleston, what could be more graceful than that? And she started to jump around in the most peculiar manner. Granny, advised John, to-morrow morning, first thing, you fly over to Paris and be reju- venated. You ' re getting old. Goodness! gasped Granny. If I ' d said that when I was young I ' d have been well spanked, and deserved it too, and if I had time I ' d scold you, but I must hasten away and meet your mother. Marian Zealand, Form Lower VI. [22 1 In Pursuit of Knowledge The Ross Lectures HAD you been abroad between three and three-thirty on the afternoon of May 12th, you might have seen a strange procession wending its way along Sherbrooke Street. It consisted of a winding file of girls, walking in pairs, with here and there a mistress. If you were curious enough to inquire who these young girls were, you would have learned that the Trafalgar girls were on their way to a lecture at McGill. It would have been quite true — we were going to hear Dr. Eve speak to us on ' ' Sound. ' ' When we arrived at McGill, it took some time to have us all placed, and we were as carefully packed as sardines. When everyone was seated, Dr. Eve began. He spoke first on the senses, and told us what marvellous messages the brain sends to different parts of the body. The senses serve as danger signals, he said. He next showed us eight pieces of wood, of exactly the same length and breadth, but when they were dropped on the table the tones emitted were those of the notes of the scale. Arranging these pieces in a slightly different manner, and dropping them one after the other, he played ' ' God save the King. This was explained by the fact that although the pieces were all of the same length and breadth, they were of different thicknesses. The next experiments were made with tuning forks, and were of various kinds, illustrative of the quality of sound. Then followed experiments with strings, explaining the principle of the violin. The room was now darkened, and we were shown lantern slides, dealing with vibra- tions and reactions. The last and certainly the most interesting experiment was that showing the vibration of the human voice. A very complicated apparatus had been arranged, whereby, by means of a light reflecting on a screen and connected with a phonograph, we saw the actual vibrations of the human voice. To illustrate it further. Dr. Eve called up Sam, his assistant, and commanded him to sing. Poor Sam! We all pitied him, but he did his duty manfully, and did not show his embarrassment. At the close of the lecture, we all rose, gave a hearty cheer for Dr. Eve, and then dispersed. We returned on Friday morning to hear him lecture on Colour. If the first lecture was interesting, the last was fascinating. He began by teUing us something of light, and by means of carefully placed mirrors he illustrated reflection and refraction. Then Dr. Eve showed us numerous other beautiful experiments. He illustrated how light becomes broken up when passing through a prism, and throwing a beautiful reflection on the screen he explained the colours. Pink, red, and white flowers were placed in the different colours, and we observed that the shade of the flowers changed, the red becoming almost black when placed near any colour but red, the white taking any colour, and the pink changing slightly. This experiment was repeated in a slightly different manner. On a prism- shaped stand, different lights were focused. When the flowers were placed in these lights they reacted in much the same way. The next experiment was one that Dr. Eve said he could not explain very clearly. A certain metal, found in Iceland, had some power over colours. To illustrate this, he flashed several pictures upon the screen, and they changed colour before our eyes. Newton ' s experiment with the revolv- ing disc was not forgotten, in which the colours, when the disc is moved, seem to blend into a grayish white. This was again illustrated on the screen, and it was as beautiful as one could wish to see. An exceedingly good joke was played upon one of our schoolmates. Dr. Eve gave her three carnations, and asked her to put them in a vase at the other side of the room. She walked over, but when she came to the vase she put out her hand to take something out but found nothing there. It seems that when one was in the right focus a most beautiful red rose was so reflected in the vase that it seemed to be growing there.. Everyone had a look afterwards at the pretty rose, and it was certainly a marvellous illu ' ion. [23] In conclusion, Dr. Eve said: ' 1 am afraid that I have given you the impression that Physics is an easy subject. It is, in reality, an exceedingly difficult one. It is fascinating, but it demands a great deal of work. I have studied Physics for forty years — I am still only at the beginning. We closed this lecture, as before, with a cheer for Dr. Eve, and I am sure that we will not soon forget the fascinating and delightful lectures which he gave us. Like Oliver Twist, we only ask for more ! O. Mary Hill, Form Upper V. Silk Stockings Silk in material, always rather sheer, Everybody wears them, but not all the year. For in this climate it ' s not very wise. On account of the weather being hard on the dyes. And in the space from December to June The colours may vary from blue to maroon. The storekeepers say there ' s a change in their stock, From the ones with the plaid to those with the clock. As for myself, I admire the plain, But then, like the fashions, my tastes wax and wane. In these days we seem to lay on them such stress That our mothers implore us to value them less. And I think I am likely to strike the right chord. When I say ' ' sheer silk hose is a modern byword. Alice Brown, Form Upper V. The Enchantress spring, that enticing sprite, That coaxes the buds from the bare, black boughs; That lures the robin from the sunny south to cheer From dawn to dusk our heavy hearts; That brings forth the green from out the chilly earth ; That makes the flowers burst forth and bloom; That wheedles silk catkins from the slender willow, And draws us from misery by her sweet choristers. Ruth Bishop, Form Lower VI. [24] The Friendship between Britain, Canada and the United States and How Best to Maintain It HEN we think of three of the largest EngHsh-speaking countries, England, Canada and the United States, we are pleased to feel that a bond of friendship exists between them. Canada is united to Britain by other than bonds of friendship, but it is sentiment which really binds them closest. The people of the United States being the same in race and language are also linked to these countries. This friendship is not hard to understand, but unfortunately friendships are easily broken, and it will probably be one of the problems of the future to try to maintain this feeling of amity between the countries. It is interesting to notice, in connection with this problem, a society which was formed eight years ago, called ' The EngHsh-speaking Union, the aim of this is to promote a better feeling between the English-speaking peoples of the world. The pledge of the society is ' ' Believing that the peace of the world and the progress of mankind can be largely helped by the unity in purpose of the English-speaking democracies, we pledge ourselves to promote, by every means in our power, a good understanding between the United States of America and the British Commonwealth. Their ambition is to obtain a building in every important centre of the English-speaking world, and this desire has been partially fulfilled. There are already many members of this society and it is hoped that in a short time it will become better known. Through this organisation the people will be drawn closer together, intellectually, spiritually and commercially. It is by such societies as this that the greatest work is being done to maintain friendship between countries. In our day of advanced civilisation, travel has been made extremely comfortable and easy. We may visit other countries much less expensively and far more frequently than formerly, and in this way we are able to learn, understand and try to appreciate the customs, traditions and ideals of other lands. It is only by really trying to comprehend these things that there may be true understanding between peoples. Another way of maintaining friendliness between countries is international sports. Sports have to-day become a matter of universal interest. Teams from all over the world are sent to compete with each other in all the leading games. But, you may ask, does not this keen competition sometimes promote a bitter feeling of rivalry? It may do so, but very little. The majority of people admire a good sport no matter what country he may come from; just as in art, a great musi- cian, painter, or writer may become famous the world over even though he may have originally come from some obscure hamlet. Then too, each country, I think, prides itself on producing men who are sporting in every way — men who are good losers as well as winners. There is no doubt, too, that modern invention ought to play a great part in drawing countries into closer sympathy with one another. Wireless, moving pictures and the radio all serve to enable us to know each other better. Through the moving pictures we see what is happening in different parts of the world. By the radio we hear concerts, speeches and sermons from neigh- bouring countries. We could go on enumerating the many inventions which have made com- munication and intimacy easier, and as we think of them we realise more and more that there should be little or no excuse for the misunderstandings which often lead to war. When we speak of friendships between countries, we are inclined to think of countries as a whole, forgetting that each individual is to a certain extent responsible for the national point of view. It is the duty of every citisen to do his best to promote a feeling of friendship between countries. Often, I admit, it is difficult. Our ideas and our ideals as well as our customs and traditions frequently conflict, but if we could only be a little more tolerant of each other we would be able to obtain more lasting ties of friendship. We made friends by being a friend. Whoever made this remark, understood what true friendship meant. He was probably referring to individuals, but it may also have a wider meaning. It may apply to the friendship between countries. Nations cannot expect to be friendly unless they act towards each other as friends should. They must be fair and not try to use every means in their power to get the better of their neighbour. Again I repeat, they must act fairly and honourably towards each other. Then, they must be loyal — loyal to themselves and loyal to their friends and, as I said before, they must try to have a friendly spirit always. Oh ! it would be ideal if there could be true friendship between Britain, Canada and the United States. Undoubtedly [25] there is friendship between them, but it is not perfect friendship yet. Let it be one of our greatest hopes and aims of the future that one day there shall be perfect sympathy and understanding between these three countries. Gertrude Nieghorn, Form Upper VI. Song of Lower V Sing a song of Lower V, The smartest class in school, Its members are intelligent And never break a rule. They never raise their voices In loud or boisterous glee, Such conduct would appal them ' Tis very plain to see. They love both French and algebra, In Latin they excel, They revel in their lessons And strive to do them well. There are some who will laugh at these statements And say that they are untrue; But, though I dislike to admit it, I think they are right, don ' t you? Jean McKay, Form Lower V. Missing the Bus TOU ' RE late! You ' re late! It ' s half ' past eight! chanted my sister, as she poked her head into my room where I was frantically endeavouring to collect my books and put on my hat and coat at the same time. Is it really halfpast? I asked in despair, vainly looking for my Caesar which had somehow or other disappeared for the moment. Well, to be exact, it ' s twentyseven and three-quarter minutes after, but if you sprint you may be able to catch that eight ' thirty bus. I thought I had better take her advice and sprint and, having found my Caesar shut up inside my scribbler, I dashed down the stairs, two steps at a time. Of course my box of geometry instruments had to choose this moment to fall with a crash to the ground, scattering its contents right and left. [26] After the said contents had been restored to their original resting-place I continued on my way, hoping to gain the front door before anything else happened, but, as luck would have it, I was called back to put on my rubbers as ' ' it might rain. After a struggle with my rubbers which absolutely refused to go on, I at length escaped out the door and took great pleasure in slamming it behind me. I glanced furtively at my watch. Only half a minute to gzt to the bottom of the street — about three hundred yards away! I would have to run — no matter what Mrs. Jones said about girls of my age running on a public thoroughfare. Oh dear! I wish I hadn ' t eaten so much for breakfast ! What was it some- body said about running right after having eaten a heavy meal? iVe forgotten. Oh! is that the bus? No! thank goodness! it ' s only a truck. But isn ' t that its horn? Oh! Tm sure it is! Maybe it is the one coming the other way. Just what I thought. Hurrah! only about twenty more yards. I might as well walk. Besides there is Mrs. Jones looking out of the window. I wonder if she saw me running? What!— O Misery! — There goes the bus and the man doesn ' t even see me waving. If I only hadn ' t walked those last few yards — but what ' s the use? I will resign myself to my fate, namely, that of waiting ten whole minutes for another bus! Dorothy Ward, Form Va. A North American Indian I saw him standing tall and fierce As any beast or man; His hair was black, his eyes were black. His skin was reddish-tan. Around his neck and on his wrists Some coloured beads were hung; The skin of some wild animal Close to his body clung. An arrow he was holding Had lately been in use; ' Twas very sharp and stained with blood. For he had killed a moose. He stooped and lifted up the beast And laid it on his back; He turned — then walked towards the path That led him to his shack. Katharine Tooke, Form IVa. [27] Persons I Should Like to Have Met A STORMY night, a howling wind that rent the trees and whistled and shrieked through the yjL window cracks; a cosy room, a comfortable chair, a blading, roaring, crackling fire, a good book, my own company and an evening with nothing to do, combined to make what should have been a quiet, happy time. But my humour was not for such an evening. I told myself quite frankly that I was restless, dissatisfied with my book, and longing for someone to chat with. Were there not a do en friends I could ask to share my pleasant room with me, and satisfy my craving for company? No. There were none who could possibly suit the state of mind which had pos- sessed me that evening. Now, if only Oh! how fascinating it is to pretend! I put a chair opposite me. ' 1 am going to invite, I told myself childishly, anyone out of the past or present, who would really make a pleasant companion. I sat down and ga ed fixedly at the empty chair, endeavoring to remember no names, merely giving myself up whole-heartedly to my game. ' If, said a soft, musical, half-plaintive voice, yo insist upon staring at the second button of my waistcoat, instead of carrying on a sensible, interesting conversation, why do you want me here at all? I looked eagerly at the occupant of the chair, empty but a few minutes before, and the man pleased me. He was slight, dark and rather sad-looking. His eyes were large and a deep, deep brown; around his thin, rather sensitive mouth there were little lines of whimsical, playful humour. There was almost a pathetic boyishness in the way he looked at me. I liked him immediately. It was Barrie indeed! Strangely enough he seemed to represent all that was sweet and plaintive, pathetic and humourous, whimsical and sad, in his books. He was a Peter Pan, a Lob, a any character in any of his stories. ' 1 admit conversing with you would be far more interesting, I confessed, going back and picking up the threads of his remark. ' ' But, remember, I shall never see you again. But will you ever talk with me again? he asked, not unnaturally. Yes, I said, now that I have seen you, every character that you have ever created will be you speaking to me, in their words. He smiled, and I liked him more than ever. You read my books then? he said musingly. What do you think of my attitude towards life? I waited for some time before I replied. There is something so airy and fantastical in his books that I found it hard to apply them to life. I do not understand what it is, I admitted at last. No, he said, I expect you don ' t. You think that Mary Rose and Peter Pan are fairy tales, stories that one reads but never believes. That is not what I meant when I wrote them. Don ' t you understand? It was Mary Rose ' s spirit that disappeared, it was her love and interest that went to Fairyland, but on the stage I had to make Mary go, or the audience would not under- stand. Peter Pan is the spirit and imagination of all the children who have ever played in Ken- sington Gardens. I don ' t believe in interpreting life. What we at last discover about it may be quite wrong. I treat it as something mysterious, incomprehensible, lovely beyond human under- standing and most real when it is least able to be fathomed. I was trying to make out what he meant, when I realized he was leaving, not fading, but growing smaller and smaller. Read and you will understand, I heard. The remark was so soft that I scarcely heard it. He was gone, but on the chair lay a copy of Dear Brutus. I picked it up. I looked up quickly from the pages when I heard a musical, charming laugh. There, sitting before me, was the much abused Charles II. Charming, O so charming, did he appear! His costume was beautiful, his curls perfect, his face refined and attractive. He talked to me for a few minutes in beautiful English, with a pleasing voice, brightening his sentences with witty remarks and graceful gestures of a white aristocratic hand. I said little, but I was intensely in- terested and greatly amused. But he was too real. The lines around his eyes and mouth, which VanDyck does not give in his charming pictures, were just beginning to impress me, when he, as [28] if he read my thoughts, quickly vanished, leaving however a delicately perfumed handkerchief on the chair. I picked it up, and musing over it, I was glad he was gone, because I felt his charm ' ing conversation would have been spoiled if I had continued to examine the carefree dissipated face. Although delightful, I knew him to be weak, effeminate in comparison with some of the great, strong men that have lived, that are living, and that will live. ' It is charming, your idea of meeting people belonging to the past. What a pretty story it will make to repeat. I started, and looked up at the speaker. There was no mistaking him. Those humorous kindly twinkling eyes, that strong firm mouth and chm, that skin so wrinkled with a thousand obstacles met and overcome, could only belong to the plain rugged face of Abraham Lincoln. How characteristic of him to see every little incident in life as a pleasant, humorous story to be told to the next person whom he finds depressed or in difficulty! ' Tlease, ' ' I said, tell me something about your life. He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hand. ' ' No, he said smiling, but I will tell you of incidents in other people ' s lives, and he immediately began to tell me dozens of little stories, touching them up with his own kindly humour. I was faintly conscious, while he was speaking, that I should be thinking of the wonder ' ful things he had done for the United States — for the world. But it was the charming conversa ' tional powers of the man that held one enthralled. It was his weatherbeaten lined face that meant more to me than his great victory. It was the remembrance of his kindness and leniency towards his inferiors that moved me more than his amazing intellect and astounding memory. I should like to have listened all evening to him, but, as in the case of Barrie and Charles II, that pleasure was denied me. In a flash he was gone, and I heard something fall to the ground. It was a plain worn button, probably but poorly sewed on, and I picked it up with a feeling of awe and tenderness. As my eye wandered dreamily from the object in my hands I saw Lamb, poor crippled stutter- ing Lamb, gating earnestly at the fire. What pictures there are to be found in a fire, if you only know how to look for them, he said, quite as if we had been carrying on a conversation for some time. He then proceeded to tell me of the odd quaint people he saw in the flames. He got quite eager and excited over some of them, until finally he said sorrowfully: But, see, all my pretty dreams are fading, the fire is dying out, and they will turn to dust. How like life! Oh, no! I said quickly, I will fling more wood on and you will be able to see more than ever. There! These flames are brighter even than the ones before. That is life, too! he said thoughtfully; and, to my horror, seemed to fade into the roaring flames. I looked around to see if, like the others, he had left anything behind. There was a small exquisitely painted picture, torn at the edges and evidently both old and valuable, by the foot of his chair. I picked it up, and handled it tenderly. I ga ed at the homely button, and at the picture, wondering whom fate would send as my next visitor. Benjamin Disraeli, greatest of politicians, most accomplished of flatterers, most charming of conversationalists, had deigned to appear in my fairy chair. He was smiling at me and his clear eyes seemed to be reading the very depth of my soul. I found myself vaguely hoping he would not talk about the Suez Canal. But when he commenced to speak, I knew at once that I could listen to him, were he to talk on any subject. His ugly face lit up in a way which made it strangely attractive. I knew that his mind never wandered from what he was saying, that while he was with me he would try only to please and entertain me. Yet I knew also that were I to leave the room for a moment, his active fertile brain would be at work on some weighty problem. I was greatly disappointed when he left a piece of paper with short memoranda jotted down on it at odd moments lying forgotten on the floor. I snatched it up, frightened lest a spark should light on it from the fire and burn up in a few seconds what was so precious to me. Then I became frightened that no more would come, and for some time I gained steadily at the chair, as if to conjure one from the depth of its cushions, by the very force of my staring. Then suddenly I was laughing. It was as if I were gadng into a looking glass. David Garrick was sitting opposite me and mimicing me with a gravity of imitation so perfect that I was soon [29] helpless with laughing at him. In quick succession Richard III, Julius Caesar, Macbeth and many humorous figures were walking up and down my room. Finally, with a last perfect imitation of Dr. Johnson in the act of fondling his absurd orange peels, he vanished as completely as the others. Glancing on the floor I saw a mask, and with a smile at the singularity of fate I picked it up. Then I heard the most mirthful, happy, good-humoured laughter that has ever filled my room. I looked up into the brown, sparkling eyes of Charles Dickens. How wonderful was his face as I ga ed into it! It seemed to me to represent the spirit of Christmas. The room seemed to glow with happy contentment, goodwill and kindliness. As he spoke to me I realised that his voice had a hundred intonations, each change a gentle humouring of someone else ' s faults. Each gesture of his hand, each glance of his bright eyes, forgave someone who had been unkind to him. He was a genial, mirthful, kindly Mr. Pickwick. As he talked I noticed that every little jest he made was meant kindly, that everything in life was to him, amusing or beautiful. Nothing coarse or bitter seemed to have ever come in contact with him. He was gone and I was alone. I was seized with the desire to see no one else. Nobody could make so perfect an ending to a delightful evening as Dickens. The room still seemed to have retained some of his good humour, and I thought that if I moved the last bit of his laughter would bubble from a corner and echo faintly around me. But I wanted no one to disturb that captured little piece of mirth and good fellowship, for it was what Dickens had left to me as a remembrance of him. Were it to disappear the last and only souvenir of the evening would have gone, for I realised, with a start, that the others had completely vanished. Beatrice Howell, Form Upper VI. Hark, Hark, the Clock (With apologies to Sha espeare) Hark, hark, the clock on the staircase rings And Phoebe ' gins arise, Into her icy bath she springs And shivering hard she sighs, Then blinking does she fast begin To ope her sleepy eyes: With everything that chilly is, Oh, hurry and arise, Arise, arise. Hazel Ahern, Form Upper VI. [30] 5CA00L C 1I 0NICLL MAY 28th.— CUP-MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR S (Trafalgar won). ' ' Strive and thrive! JUNE 3RD.— GYM. COMPETITION. In Junior School, Upper II won. In Senior School, Form III won. ' ' There I throw my gage. JUNE iiTH.— FINAL INTERFORM TENNIS FOR DR. DUNCAN S CUP. (Form Va. won). Who strive — you don ' t know how the others strive. JUNE I2TH.— SCHOOL CLOSING. Alma Mater Vale. SEPTEMBER 14TH.— SCHOOL RE-OPENED. And maidens come from far and near OCTOBER 21ST.— DR. ERASER ' S LECTURE ON TRAFALGAR DAY. Who remembers that famous day and year OCTOBER 22ND.— HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH. (House won). ' ' Yet pity did his manly spirit move, To see those perish, who had fought so well. 31 « OCTOBER 30TH.— THIRD FORM MASQUERADE. ' ' An ' the Gobble unsll git you! Ef you don ' t watch out! ' ' NOVEMBER ioth.— OLD GIRLS ' MATCH. (Old Girls won). ' ' So was the sovereign will of Jove dis ' played. NOVEMBER iith.— ARMISTICE DAY. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row. NOVEMBER 2ist.— MACDONALD MATCH. (Macdonald won). Success the braver nation shows. NOVEMBER 25TH.— BLISS CARMAN ' S LECTURE. There is no — courser like a page of prancing poetry. DECEMBER 4th.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S. (Miss Edgar ' s won). I see thy glory like a shooting star Fall to the base earth from the firma ' ment. DECEMBER iith.— JUNIOR LEAGUE MATCH. (Junior League won). We fall to rise, are baffled to fight better. DECEMBER 17TH.— JUNIOR HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH. (School won). Are you contented to resign the crown? DECEMBER 22ND.— SCHOOL CLOSING. Don ' t eat too much plum pudding. Prefects.— JEAN MACALISTER. DORIS JOHNSON. 1926 JANUARY 1 3TH.— SCHOOL RE-OPENED. It ' s time I should start! JANUARY 30TH.— RETURN MATCH WITH MAC- DONALD. (Trafalgar won). If at first you don ' t succeed, Try, try, try again. FEBRUARY 5th.— FIFTH FORM SKATING PARTY. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice. [32] FEBRUARY i2th.— MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S. (Miss Edgar ' s won). We must take the current as it serves. FEBRUARY i6th.— MISS WARNE ' S LECTURE ON LABRADOR. ' ' Where the wind from Thule Freezes the word upon the lip. FEBRUARY 26th.— RETURN JUNIOR LEAGUE MATCH. (Trafalgar won). ' ' How hope succeeds despair! Prefects.— BEATRICE HOWELL ELIZABETH TOOKE MARIE LUTHER MARCH 3RD.— UPPER SECOND PLAY— CIRCE ' S PALACE. You have drunk my wine and you can be a man no longer. MARCH 9TH.— Prefects.— GERTRUDE NIEGHORN ISABEL ELLIOTT MARCH iiTH AND I2TH.— GYMNASIUM DEMON- STRATION. Our pulses with their purpose tingle. MARCH 30TH.— THIRD FORM PLAY, MAURICE ' S OWN IDEA. Mummy said I was a little boy with ideas of my own. MARCH 3 1ST.— EASTER HOLIDAYS. I am where I would ever be. Prefects.— DOROTHY SUMNER MARGARET SUMNER APRIL 1 4TH.— SCHOOL RE-OPENED. Once more unto the breach, dear friends. Once more. MAY 7TH.— SIXTH FORM PLAY— THE RIVALS. So lively and entertaining, So full of wit and humour. MAY I2TH AND 14TH.— ROSS LECTURES— SOUND AND COLOUR. Prove all things. MAY 19TH.— CUP MATCH WITH MISS EDGAR ' S. There ' s many a slip ' Twixt the cup and the lip. MAY 20TH.— JUNIOR HOUSE AND SCHOOL MATCH. (House won). Not yet the wise of heart would cease To hold his hope. [33] Mission Boxes The money collected monthly in the mission boxes during the year I925 ' i926 was devoted to the following purposes. Labrador Brick Fund $ 5.00 Federated Charities 50.00 Grace Dart Home 30.00 Old Brewery Mission 20.00 Labrador Cot 60.00 C. G. L T 5.00 Cot in Children ' s Memorial Hospital 140.00 Victorian Order 50.00 Total $ 360.00 Missionary Representatives Form Upper VL — Gertrude Nieghorn Lower VL — Margaret Sumner Upper V. — Jean Peters Lower V. — Jean Lamb IVa. — Elsie Lang IVb. — Katharine Newman Form IIIa.- — Nancy Stocking IIIb.— Edith Ritchie Upper IL — Nora Miner IL — Betty DeBrisay Upper L — Vivian Stewart Mr. Donald ' s Lecture ON THURSDAY, September 24th, Mr. Donald came to tell us of the death of Miss Mitchell, one of the former teachers of Trafalgar. After honouring her memory with a prayer, Mr. Donald said that, on an occasion like this when we were all assembled before him, he would like to speak to us for a short time on the coming school year. He told us that we should treasure all the beautiful memories of the past summer carefully in our minds. We were advised to spend a few minutes every morning and evening recalling the glorious scenes and happy incidents of our vacation. Having reminded us that we had a long winter of hard work before us, he warned us not to waste our time, but to make the most of our school days as they formed the foundation of our future life. The speaker told us that, as there is beauty in nature, there is also God ' s beauty in our daily work. To seek this beauty one has to choose the beautiful language and thoughts from among the vulgar, and to keep a pure, youthful mind, free from ugly thoughts, and to keep and cherish this state of mind throughout all the troubles and hardships of life, thus getting a clearer and truer view of God ' s World. After we had given three hearty cheers for him, Mr. Donald left us, and we returned to our work, eager to seek the beauty of which he had told us. DoREEN Harvey ' Jellie, Form Lower VL [34] FORM UPPER VI First row — Marion Brisbane, Joan Chillas, Alice Gilmore, Hazel Ahern. Second row — Janet Smart, Isabel Elliott, Jean Macalister, Beatrice Howell, Eileen Fosbery. Third row — Carolyn Smith, Gertrude Nieghorn, Elizabeth Tooke, Phyllis Dobbin. Fourth row — Hazel Howard, Heather Hargreave. [36] Upper Sixth Form In the Sixth of 1926 Are girls both short and tall. Big girls, little girls. All very good girls. But friends and comrades all. Contributions for the mission ' box Gertrude ever asks; And this we ought To mention now Is the hardest of all tasks. There ' s Joan who wields a clever brush Upon the canvas bare; And pensive Alice, One of the few Who has not cut her hair. And then w e have one Carolyn Smith, A maiden sweet and trim; And Marian, A girl who ' s good At basketball and gym. There ' s Jean the president of the Form, And Beatrice next in rank. And Doris Johnson, A basketball star, On whom our hopes we bank. Heather is tall, and good at Latin, And Phyllis is only fair. But one girl ' s meat Is another ' s poison The wise man doth declare. And Janet Smart is bound to be An actress some fine day; No less is Eileen Fosbery; These both were in our play. Ha el Ahern is humorous too. But she has a quieter wit. We all are fond Of merriment We frankly do admit. Two jolly girls are found this year In the highest form at Traf. Ha el Howard And Isabel Will surely make you laugh. So these are the girls of the Upper Sixth (The writer I need not name). Big girls, little girls. All very good girls. But good friends just the same. Elizabeth Tooke, Form Upper VI. [37 1 Lower Sixth Form Quotations Margaret Sumner Helen Findlay Marie Luther Dorothy Sumner Evelyn Howard Aedrie Main Doreen Harvey ' Jellie Ruth Bishop Betty Mudge Marian Zealand Kathleen Abbot Charlot McGregor Mary Lockhart Freda Pashley ' ' To those who know thee not, no words can paint, And those who know thee know all words are faint. ' ' ' Rare compound of oddity, frolic and fun. Who relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun. O music, sphere ' descended maid, Friend of pleasure, wisdom ' s aid. In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her. .As pure as a pearl, And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl. On with the dance, let joy be unconfined. ' Tis a vain presumptuous crime To undertake the sacred art of rhyme. Hath thy toil o ' er books consumed the midnight oil? Who can foretell for what high cause. This darling of the gods was born? Be to her virtues very kind. Be to her faults a little blind. ■ ' Speak gently, ' tis a little thing. Her locks are plighted like the fleece of wool. Yes! yes! she has a happy disposition. Too rare, too rare, grow now my visits here. The Hallowe ' en Party ON THE last Friday of October a very jolly party was given in the Hall by Form IIIa. Those on the platform saw, as the grand march wound past them— a motley assemblage — rag dolls, Felix , pierrettes, Dutch children, houses to let, and paint boxes — who afterwards danced to music furnished by a bonnie Scotch lassie. At nine o ' clock delicious refreshments were served, after which the prizies were awarded. The first prize for the most beautiful costume was given to a girl of the Kate Greenaway period. Two golly ' wogs received one for being the most amusing and a be whiskered Felix took the prize for the most original costume. After one last dance God save the King and good nights ended our happy evening. Annie Rowley, Form IVa. 139] The Reverend Principal Eraser ' s Lecture T HIS year on Trafalgar Day we enjoyed a lecture from Rev. Principal Fraser of the Presbyterian kD College, Montreal. Dr. Fraser ' s address was very interesting, especially as he talked of the summer holidays, so recently over for us. His text was taken from the Bible, the Book of Numbers, chapter twenty one, verses seventeen and eig hteen. ' ' Spring ye up, O well; sing ye unto it; the princes digged the well, the nobles of the people digged it. This quotation is part of a most beautiful psalm sung to the Lord by the Israelites, in thanksgiving for the well at Beer. Principal Fraser pointed out that the children of Israel, the chosen people of the Lord, were obliged to work; not only the common people, but the rich nobles and princes of the land helped to dig this well, which gave the worn-out Israelites such relief. God, he said, does not want any of us to be idle. If there is nothing we can do for ourselves, there is sure to be something we can do for our friends. ' ' By doing kind deeds we make friends, Principal Fraser assured us. He then told us that the friendships we made, or should have made, blessed as we were with every opportunity, during the summer holidays, were more precious to us than priceless jewels. Principal Fraser begged us never to forget our friends of the summer, but to keep in touch with them through the years to come. All of us were indeed sorry when Principal Fraser ended, and even the cheer, hearty though it was, could not half express our deep appreciation of the delightful address he had given us. Beatrice Howell, Form Upper VI. A Road to Fairyland ON WEDNESDAY morning, November the twentyfifth. Bliss Carman, Canada ' s greatest poet, very generously spent a short time speaking to us. He read and explained some of his poems and the circumstances under which he wrote them. He began by telling us about the roads to Fairyland and what a great number of people were trying to get there. Each has different roads to travel along, some wide and easy highways, some high and rocky paths, others such narrow footing that they very often lose themselves before the journey is half finished. Mr. Carman told us that he did not come to school to lecture us on the building and beauty of poetry, but to read and make clear a number of charming poems. He had with him several volumes of his works from which he read some of the most beautiful selections. One of these was The Ships of Yule, which especially appealed to the Juniors. In this poem a little boy is described sending his ships off to far countries. Each ship returned to the boy and told him of all their adventures abroad. The pieces about nature were the most beautiful and full of colour. In one called Roadside Flowers all the different wild flowers were mentioned. In the Birds of St. Francis we are told that in a quiet dell in the woods every bird of forest, field and meadow sat in perfect silence listening to St. Francis preach to them. Indeed so intense was their interest that not even a jay opened his beak. Mr. Carman also read and explained two very interesting poems about the West. The first told about Kicking Horse Pass. The other, called the Mirage, described a vision seen on the prairie looking north to Saskatoon. At first the vast extent of bare prairie with the unending spread of wheat meeting the sky was all that could be seen. Looking again, the hori2;on seemed to quiver and grow rugged, children ' s voices were heard, and the noise of a town echoed out. Two or three large new buildings stood out against the sky. These are the new University which has been built in Saskatoon. As Mr. Carman said good-bye to us, he wished us all well and hoped we would all be able to get to the end of our roads soon and reach Fairyland. Helen Ritchie, Form Upper V. [40] Dr. Paterson-Smyth ' s Christmas Message ON THE 22nd of December, the last day of the first term, Dr. Paterson-Smyth came up to Trafalgar, and gave us an address at our closing. We received some very valuable advice that day; the most important item was ' ' Don ' t eat too much plum-pudding. There was also a friendly caution to remember the true meaning of Christmas, and not to think only of gifts and good times. For although these things both have their place, the old truth ' It is more blessed to give than to receive is more alive today than ever: and to forget ourselves in making others happy is the surest way to secure our own happiness. It is with sorrow that we hear of Dr. Pater son-Smyth ' s intended retirement from his office as rector of St. George ' s. He is a very dear friend to all the girls at Trafalgar, who have always welcomed his presence most warmly; and we presume to hope that although Dr. Pater son-Smyth means to retire from his position as rector, he may find time to visit us occasionally; for the heartiest of welcomes will always await him here. Elizabeth Tooke, Form Upper VI. The Skating Party ONE crisp cold night in February, the House and Sixth Forms were entertained on the rink by the Fifth Form. We skated gayly — with few mishaps — to the tunes of two gramophones. Several of the girls showed their skating lessons had not been in vain, by going through some very graceful figures. Later we went to the gym, where the time passed quickly with dancing and refreshments. All too soon our jolly evening ended with three cheers for the Fifth Form. Marian Zealand, Form Lower VI. News from Labrador ON FEBRUARY the twelfth Miss Warne gave a very interesting lecture on Labrador and the missions there under the supervision of Dr. Grenfell. This lecture was illustrated by many pictures of the people, their occupations and mode of living, also by various pictures dealing with the wonderful work which Dr. Grenfell and his little band of nurses and doctors are carrying on so faithfully in Labrador. The inhabitants of Labrador are a comparatively poor race of people, who live in small shacks and have fish for their principal food. In winter, they use the sealskins for clothing and also as rugs. To add to their poverty, their families are extremely large, often having far too many children for the si2;e of the house and the income. Since Dr. Grenfell has undertaken his noble work, many of the ill-fed and under-developed children are cared for and given every advantage. In the schools which were introduced for the education of these half-starved infants, they were first taught to play, for very few had the energy or inclination to run about as most children do. Fishing is the chief occupation in Labrador. Fish of about fifty pounds are caught, but the average catch is between five and ten pounds. The codfish is prepared there, dried and salted, and sent to the markets where it supplies many people, in different parts of the world, with food. Labrador is an exceedingly cold and mountainous country. High rocky cliffs form the irregular coast-line, and during the winter months many ships are wrecked by the treacherous rocks and shoals. The summer season is very short, but extremely pleasant. There is very little shrubbery but wild flowers grow profusely as far north as Ungava Bay. The icebergs are an important feature of Labrador. These huge blocks of ice are very wonderful in spite of their danger. They come down from the north and make the Straits of Belle Isle impassable for many months, and also make fishing and sailing very dangerous. They are, however, objects of great beauty, as the waves and sun work miracles with them and shape them fantastically. The huskies are an essential part of Labrador. They are as playful as kittens when they are young. However, when they grow older, the wolf instinct is more apparent. At a certain time every night, about ten o ' clock, every dog in the village howls and barks. The villagers refer [41] I to this as their ' ' band. ' ' These ' ' huskies having once tasted human blood can never be trusted J again. These people of Labrador, who are our remote neighbours, are indeed well cared for now, since Dr. Grenfell and the nurses and doctors under him have done such a tremendous amount for j them. Hospitals and nursing ' houses have been erected, in which the people are given the best of | care. In the colder weather, the villagers have to move further inland where they make their , winter homes. This difficulty Dr. Grenfell has overcome by building small nursing ' houses near i these homes, in which his faithful nurses give the villagers energy possible aid. It is indeed hard [ to say what these people would have done without the efforts of Dr. Grenfell and his followers, ■ who have given so much of their lives to such a noble cause. , Anna Gleason, Form Upper V. Dr. Grenfell ' s Visit i |N THE fourteenth of April, the opening day of the last term, Dr. Grenfell, of the Labrador Mission, gave an extremely interesting lecture. He opened his address by saying that missions are not at all the gloomy places that most people think them, but places where people are helped and made happier. Missionaries are not long ' faced people who never smile, but are just as human as anyone else. When Dr. Grenfell graduated from college, he said, he wanted to go somewhere where he would be the best doctor ; so he went north, where he was not only the best doctor, but the only doctor. When he went among the hardy fisher-folk of the north he found them to be splendid people, second to none in courage and steadfastness. They have ability, too, although they seldom get an opportunity to display it in the world. Dr. Grenfell told us of the splendid work the boys and girls from Labrador are doing now. One boy is a Prefect at Upper Canada College, some girls hold important positions in the big hospitals. We could not refrain from applause when he told us of one boy, an engineer, who had the whole direction of a palace, built for the Queen of Rou ' mania, entrusted to him. The big hospital at present being built in Labrador is under the super ' vision of a young boy belonging to that country, and who has as his workmen Labrador fishermen. It is reported to be a building of beauty, size, and perfect technical structure. Dr. Grenfell held us spellbound while he told us about one of his adventures. It seems that a man was dying, and sent a few men to the Labrador doctor to ask him if possible to come im ' mediately. There was no time for delay, so Dr. Grenfell decided to go by ice, thus cutting off several miles from his long journey. The ice was uncertain, cracked and moving in some spots, but Dr. Grenfell never hesitated; he threw his bag of medical instruments into a light cart, har nessed his best dogs and started off. For some time everything was all right, but when the little cart and its brave owner was far out from land on every side, ominous cracks began to be heard. Dr. Grenfell threw out everything from the cart to maike it lighter, and went on. There was a crack, a crash, a splashing sound, and Dr. Grenfell, his dogs, his cart and all were swimming around in ice-cold water. How he found a block of ice firm enough to stand on, how he pulled the dogs up onto it, how he was forced to kill them in order to use their furry coats to prevent his free2 ing, how the block of ice floated further, further out to sea until land was scarcely visible, how the sky darkened and night began to lay her cold, gloomy fingers over this land of snow and ice. Dr. Grenfell described with such vividness that we shuddered with the horror of it. Leaving himself stranded in this plight. Dr. Grenfell told us of a young fisherboy, a boy scout, who was going home exhausted after a hard day ' s work, and picturing to himself the warm fire, the food he would find waiting for him at home. As he walked briskly along a high cliff, ga2 ing absently out into the dull night, he stopped short. Far out on the sea he saw a black speck. All thought of home and comfort left the boy ' s mind; he ran as quickly as his legs could carry him, got a few men and a telescope and examined the object. Here Dr. Grenfell went back to himself and said, with a sly touch of humour, That black spot was I. And so Dr. Grenfell was rescued, although several of his trusty dogs had been sacrificed on that awful day. The lecture was so entertaining that we all hope soon to have another opportunity of hearing Dr. Grenfell speak. Margaret Murray, Form Upper V. [42 1 Fire Pidlures In winter time I never tire Of finding pictures in the fire; The funniest things I often see — A Chinaman that laughs at me, And often in amid the smoke I see the dancing fairy folk. Peggy Oliver, Form Upper I. The First Buttercups ONE day, very, very long ago, when there were hardly any people in the world, the Fairy Queen ' s cook lost or broke all the cups, and there was not another cup to be had in the king- dom. No one knew what to do, so the queen offered a large reward to anyone who could get her some nice cups. Everyone was running around and looking into every flower to see if they would do for cups. One little elf asked the wind if he had seen anything that would do for a cup, and another went over to where the little fairies were making the flowers for spring. When he was nearly there, he saw a fairy sitting upon a tree, looking very frightened, and a horrid snake under it. He was frightened and started to run away; then the thought of the poor little fairy. So he plucked up courage and went back with his sword and started to try and fight the snake. The snake soon became angry and glided away through the trees. The fairy was very grateful and she asked him if there was anything she could do for him. He saw she was one of the fairies who made the flowers and he asked her if she would make him a flower that would be in the shape of a cup. The fairy said she would and started to work at once. When the elf came back for it, he found that she had made the loveliest little yellow flower, and he thanked her and ran to the queen with it. As soon as the queen saw it she was very pleased and said he would get the reward. She then asked the flower fairies to make some of those every spring and to put them in every field and garden so that no fairies would ever go without cups. Then she told the elf that she would call them buttercups, for they were so beautifully yellow. These were the first buttercups that ever grew. Pamela Stead, Form Upper I. [43] A Spring Picture Crocuses are growing On the sides of hills, Daffodils are blowing Where the robin trills. Vivian Stewart, Form Upper I. Reflections on Napoleon Bonaparte By A JUNIOR APOLEON BONAPARTE was born at Ajaccio, Corsica, on August 15th, 1769. He was the son of Charles Bonaparte and Maria Romolena. He was a tempestuous lad, fond of mathe ' ma tics and history. His childhood marked him as one very fond of soldiers and military devices, with the outcome of being sent to a military school at the age of ten, where he did very well. In 1785 he was a sub-lieutenant in a regiment, just when the Revolution broke out. Several years later he was promoted from a colonel to a general. He gained also complete command of an army in Italy. He married in 1796 a beautiful young lady by the name of Josephine Beauharnois, but did not see much of her as there was serious trouble in Italy. He gained brilliant victories over the Austrians and Piedmontese and helped Italy to the best of his ability against the oppres ' sion which the fore-named people gave her. He became first consul; then after an attack which ended successfully, in Egypt became consul or ruler for life on August 2nd. But a little later, he was crowned ' ' the high and mighty Napoleon I. There now comes an unforgivable incident in his so ' far-unblemished character, mainly, because his faithful and loving wife Josephine did not have an heir he was divorced from her and again married a vile Austrian woman, who though she had a son was not fit to take Josephine ' s place. Her son later became King of Rome. But now Wellington loomed up in the distance and through his influence the French power began to fail in Spain. Napoleon ' s fame and success had reached its height and was now beginning to decline. In one desperate effort for renown he led an army to invade Russia in which the burn- ing of Moscow sealed his fate. He was defeated in the great battle of Waterloo against staunch Wellington and his English followers. In the battle he fell into the hands of the English and was banished to the Island of St. Helena where, after living six dejected, lonesome years, he died of cancer on May 5th, 1821. His remains were removed to France and put in the Hotel des Invalides. Although a selfish and ambitious man he was used in a marvellous way as a great freer of human nature. He believed in Christianity to the extent of drilling his soldiers as Christians but in no wise for himself. Had his character not suffered from the fore-mentioned vices he would have been termed the greatest soldier and ruler on earth. [44] Curiosity Killed the Cat One day when Mr. Dog came home From a long and dusty walk, He found that his door was open wide And someone had broken the lock ; He rushed inside, and there was a cat Clambering up his clock. I only heard a bird, she explained; He peeked out from this piece of wood, I thought I would like to see his house. For birds are good for food ' But the angry dog just flung him out And cried, Go home and be good. Curiosity killed the cat, So be careful what you do; If youVe nothing but curiousness for work, Come here and Til give some to you. For mischief always finds some work For idle hands to do. The cat walked sulkily away And cried, I ' ll be even with you; For if what you said about mischief Finding work is really true, Then Til be idle all day long And see what I can do. The very next day when young Miss Cat Was walking up the street. She heard a curious little sound Very much like a baby lamb ' s bleat; Said she, I ' ll climb this fence and see If I can find something to eat. She climbed the fence, and just as she thought. There lay a hunk of fish, She licked both her lips and said, That fish Will make a right savoury dish. And also ' twas here that I heard that sound, Quite possible that it was this fish. She put out her paw to pick up the food. But found it was heavy as lead; Ah well, said the cat, if I can ' t pick it up, I will eat it right here instead. She gobbled it up, but alas, that big fish Had been poisoned; and now she lay dead. If only she hadn ' t been curious About that funny sound. But curiosity killed the cat, And that saying will always go round. And the only thing left to remember her by Is a little grassy mound. J. Archibald, Form Upper II. [45 May The birds pour forth sweet melodies, Their throbbing breasts of fluffy down TrembHng, and like to burst with joy, For earth has cast her robe of brown For one of freshest emerald green, And flowers amid the woods are seen. The bursting buds on every tree Expand, and show their green once more ; The gurgling brook leaps up with glee And gambols on towards the shore, On, on until it joins the sea, Rejoicing, for once more ' tis free. The sun is bright and strong again, For winter ' s icy reign is o ' er; And spring has come to take its place, And all is gay on earth once more. Thus all the world with joy o ' erflows, When spring arrives and winter goes. Betty Hurry, Form Upper II St. Patrick In fair Scotland there lived a boy, A good and handsome lad. Who lived a very simple life With people good and bad. One eve he wandered o ' er the hills. He wandered on the shore; But robbers came and took this lad. And he was seen no more. Away to Ireland they sailed Across the sea so deep; And there he stayed for four years long A shepherd with his sheep. Soon he sailed to Scotland, His native land did reach. Then back once more to Ireland The word of God to teach. L. FosBERY, Form Upper I [46] A Little Sailor I am a great big sailor, Who works on the deep blue sea, I ' tend J have no nursie, And have no time for tea. It ' s very, very rough here, Of course Fm not afraid. And jump around about the deck, Carrying bags I don ' t need aid. Just when it ' s very ' citing, That nursie spoils it too, And wakes me up so quickly It always makes me blue. But nursie says it ' s just a dream. But I think it ' s just as real As anything could ever be, And you should wonder how I feel! Marjorie Tooke, Form Upper I. Winter Sports at Les Avants FEW of us in Canada know how many people in Europe go to Switzerland for the winter sports. The climate is very well suited for all sports, especially tobogganing, which is popular because of the mountains. The atmosphere is not as cold as that of Canada, and is more humid, making some days muggy. Three years ago we went to one of Switzerland ' s winter resorts. Les Avants, a little village with two big It was hotels and two . . -. 7 - Christmas others. which was [47] about two miles long with many sharp turns that were banked. The bob ' sleighs were very heavy and could seat about five people. We went so fast that it took us only about seven minutes to go the two miles. The best part about it was that two cars on a wire rope always took us up to the top of the mountain. There was a big skating rink, but one could not use it always because of the weather, as there were occasional thaws. The hills around Les Avants are very good for skiing in years when there is plenty of snow ; but when we were there, more people went in for tobogganing. People from Australia, South Africa, France, England and the United States were also there for the sports. It was a sad day when we got into the train to go back to Geneva. Mary Durley, Form Upper II. Traf. Alphabet A is for aches which come after gym, B is for boarders who always keep trim, C is for cat which roams round the house, D ' s for detentions at which we all grouse, E is for easy, no lessons are that, F is for fingers as black as the cat, G is for good, we apply it to luck, H is for head girl, an absolute duck, I is for ink which gets spilt on the stairs, J is for jokers who go round in pairs, K is for kisses which sometimes are sweet, L is for lawn which the gardener keeps neat, M is for mission to which we all pay, N is for noise which is heard every day, O is for ' ' Opus which we do when in mood, P is for prefects who always are good, Q is for quarrels. Do we have them? No! R is the rink to which we all go, S is for stories which none of us tell, T is for ' ' Traf. which we all love so well, U ' s for the person who ' s reading this thing, V is for vim which we show when we sing, W ' s the wall which closes us in, X is the algebra mark that we win, Y is for something which we don ' t possess, Z is the end of this silly old mess. Sylvia Fosbery, Form IIIb. [48] A Conversation Between Two School Desks One day, as two desks that were friends were side by side in a classroom, one said to the other, ' ' Well! how has your mistress been treating you? ' ' Oh! she would not put my insides straight; they are very untidy. How are your insides? ' ' They don ' t feel comfortable, I know that, answered the first. Ouch! I have a pin sticking in me and Just then in came the teacher and two girls. Now get straight to work and tidy your desks, she was saying, and the two children got busy and the desks looked at each other. Then the teacher and the girls went out. That is a relief to feel yourself tidy, isn ' t it? said the first one. Yes, it is, agreed the other. M. Cross, Form Upper I. The Scribblers ' Midnight Party ONE night when the schoolroom was in darkness, and all the little girls and boys had gone home, one of the scribblers gave a party. It was his birthday, and his birthday meant the day when he had first been taken out of the dark cupboard, and a girl had started to use him. He did not like this girl for she used to scribble all over his cover and sometimes tear pages out of him. This night he had planned a grand party and had invited all the other books to come to it. The party was to be given on the teacher ' s desk. So at twelve o ' clock, all the books put on their heads, and arms, and feet, and came running up to greet Triumph Practice Book, who was the one giving the party. Everyone arrived before half-past twelve; exercise books and text books. Atlases came with large, handsome geography books. They played all sorts of games. They played tag, and hide- and ' gO ' seek around the room. They played hang-man on the blackboard, and last of all, they had refreshments which were bits of paper and little erasers from the ends of pencils. The time went so quickly that no one realised how light it was getting. When someone looked at the classroom clock, and saw that it was six o ' clock, all the books had to scurry back to their own desks and get ready for their day ' s work. C. Mullen, Form Upper I. [49] A Question Do you think it ' s very far To that pretty little star That is hanging like a flower In the air? Do you think if I could fly I could ever mount so high, Just to see what makes it sparkle Up there? Peggy Oliver, Form Upper I. Spring in the Garden of England Oh, to be in England when the spring is here! To see the violets cluster here and there, And the yellow primroses springing up from the ground, And hear the pretty blue ' bells tinkling sound. The soft green moss growing round the tree Make the little children clap their hands in glee; Soon the pretty leaves from their buds burst forth. And the strong winds stop blowing from the North. The pretty little rosc ' bush in the garden has a bloom. And the patients like the perfume of the roses in their room; You can hardly see the harebell as it hides in the grass And sometimes they are clustered about in a mass. Peggy Chapman, Form Upper I The Fete of the Fairies One midsummer night I woke up late. To run and see the fairies ' fete. In the garden, where the wee streams flow, I saw the toadstools ranged in a row; A carpet of pretty forget-me-nots blue. And acorn cuplets filled with dew; I lay in the bushes, quite, quite still. Not hearing a noise just then, until I saw a fairy band with music gay. Followed by fairies in bright array. They ate and danced till the morning sun Told with his beams that night was done. Then with tired feet and nodding head, I escaped from the wood, home to my bed. Janet Cameron, Form Upper II [50] A Bit of a Great Battle We, of Trafalgar, have a bit of Nelson ' s flag ' ship with us, in the form of a copper shield mounted on a wooden shield. The shield was presented by Right Hon. Lord Strathcona, and must not be taken away, although I don ' t believe we would part with it if we could. It is a great honour to be warden of the shield, which is presented to the best gymnasium officer, last year being awarded to Beatrice Howell. It could also be given for sports, punctuality, regularity, sea or Empire essays on any thing the Principal desired. The shield which bears a ship in the centre, and ' Talmam qui meruit ferat ' at the bottom, stands for Faith in God, unity of the British Empire, and the importance of Duty in the Home, School, and all walks of life. We are all familiar with the story of the Admiral, who, when the signal to fly came, clapped the glass to his sightless eye, and Tm damned if I see it, ' he said, and the famous order, England expects every man to do his duty. So we are proud to have a remembrance of the king of the seas. Nelson. Admirals all, for England ' s sake, Honour be yours, and fame ! And honour as long as waves shall break, To Nelson ' s peerless name. B. Stewart, Form Upper II. A Piece of Old China I am a funny little man. And I come from old Japan, I am made of China blue In a colour of radiant hue. From a shelf that ' s very high, I see all that passes by; In my hand I hold a fan Which is funny for a man! [51] Such a pretty maid each day Comes to brush the dust away, And she Hfts me with great care As I am an object rare. In the night I often hear Noises which seem very queer, Something scampers through the house And I think it is a mouse. ( lapse of time.) Now I know that I was right, Something scared me in the night, As the mouse went rushing by I fell from my shelf on high; Broke my lovely painted fan What a blow to any man ! Now I ' m all stuck up with glue, Does not that seem sad to you? Barbara Mackay, Form IIIb. Tea for Four I am giving my dollies a tea, Golly and Puppy and Annabelle Lee; Louis, the French doll, do sit up And look at that unruly pup ! See how his bow is ragged and torn, You ' d never think it was clean this morn. Dolly, don ' t lean on Golly wog ' s shoulder; If I were you, Golly, I wouldn ' t hold her. All sit up. I ' ll give you your tea Providing you ' re just as good as can be. J. Cameron, Form Upper II. [ 52 ] The Lamentations of a Pen Nib NCE I was a beautiful gold nib. Now I am an inky, sticky lump. The letters of my maker used to stand out clearly on my smooth surface. At present you cannot tell where the nib begins and the ink ends. My address is, Untidy Desk, Back Row. Not a very comfortable home! My mistress never takes it into her head to wash me, and consequently her writing suffers as well as my comfort. You can imagine my joy when I am trying to get to sleep, and a fat book bumps down on my head, and knocks my already bent point. Really mine is a case for suicide! When I see my friends the pencils with all their points broken, my heart sinks lower and lower. I wish relief in the shape of the waste-paper basket would come soon. The desk lid opens and my hopes rise! It is only another book, the heaviest I have ever felt, it bounces down and nearly kills me. I am too shaken to write more. Good ' bye. Betty DeBrisay, Form II. The Chatter of the Books ANG! down fell the lid into place, and silence reigned. The slience was broken by a heavy sigh from Miss Graded Arithmetic. Well, what is wrong? ' ' questioned Alexander Speller, ' ' You are always sighing, I get quite tired of Hstening to you. ' ' You would be, too, if you went through what I do, why I never get a moment to myself. When that girl who owns us took me out the teacher told the children to turn to a certain page, but she didn ' t do the sums and instead drawed ugly pictures all over the page. Then when she went to do the sum she found she didn ' t know how to do it and pushed me off the desk. The floor was very angry, because it said I gave it a terr ible slap when I landed, as if it was my fault. Really, piped the Grammar book, your grammar is getting dreadful, why the idea of saying drawed instead of drew. You have too much to say, said the scribbler, it would be better if you attended to your own affairs. Then the grammar book got angry and said she wished she had been sold to a person who would have put her with a high class set of books, who would have enjoyed her beautiful grammar. The Geography book then said, Well, for my part our mistress has always treated me nicely except for a habit of hers of making dog ' s ears out of my lovely pages to mark her place. Will you never be quiet? questioned Greek Heroes. I get quite sick of your everlasting prattle. Now if you talked of Olympus and the Heroes it would be worth listening to. Well; if you think so I don ' t, why one of your words would take up a dictionary, said the Scribbler, and as for you. Miss Arithmetic, you are not the only one who gets ill treated, why look at me, I ' m simply covered with scribbles and nobody cares for me. Clang! went the gong and up flew the lid and another book was drawn out to meet its doom. Bella Jaques, Form II. [53] The Call of Spring Oh, joyous spring is here once more ! The flowers are bright and gay; The robin sings his song to all From dawn to close of day. In her woodland home the violet peeps With joy at the sunny earth; And from his perch the blackbird calls His heart is full of mirth. When Nature laughs and sings and grows And shouts with all her might, Then old Jack Frost packs up his tools And runs to the pole in fright. who died at Owen Sound, Ontario, on September the twentieth, 1925 aged eight years. Ruth Massey, Form II. 3n Mtmttxmm BETTY HOBSON [541 UBIC RAMA Circe ' s Palace Dramatis Per son ae Ulysses, King of Ithaca Alma Howard Eurylochus, his friend Betty Hurry Glaucus Margaret Hill Xanthus Mary Durly Mariners ! Telamon Barbara Tooke Dolon Betty Miner Melampus Jocelyn Bruce Picus, a king transformed into a bird Nora Miner Mercury, messenger of the gods Cynthia Bazin A Nereid, sea nymph Vivian Walker A Naiad, river ' nymph Eloise Fairie A Dryad, wood-nymph Lorraine Mowat Circe, an enchantress Betty Stewart ON MARCH 3rd, the Upper Second Form gave a most pleasing and entertaining play called ' ' Circe ' s Palace. The first scene showed Ulysses and his men talking together on the beach of a desert island about their lack of food. Ulysses went on a walk and reported that he had seen a manytowered castle in the distance, and that smoke was coming out of one of the chimneys. The men, who were almost wild with hunger, began imagining wonderful dinners with their favorite dishes. Ulysses decided that the best plan would be to divide into two parties. He himself would head one and he appointed Eurylochus to head the other. They then drew lots by means of two shells on one of which was written ' ' Go and on the other Stay. Eurylochus drew the shell marked Go on it and so he started out with his men towards the castle. They soon arrived at the spot and on entering they were met by some damsels who ushered them into a dining hall, where they were each supplied with plenty to eat and drink. After gormandising for some time, they gradu ' ally subsided and Circe, who was the leader of the damsels turned them all into swine and other wild animals, such as they most nearly resembled, for having acted so much like those animals. Eurylochus, however, thought some danger was at hand and had never entered the room. When he heard the noise of the animals he quickly returned to Ulysses with this story. Ulysses immediately set out for the castle alone. On the way he met Quicksilver who gave him a white flower and told him to keep smelling it from time to time and consequently he would not perish like the rest. He [55] followed Quicksilver ' s instructions carefully and when he did not take the form of an animal at Circe ' s command, she was furious. Ulysses then drew his sword and told her that he would only spare her if she freed his companions and refused to practice sorcery any more. Thus, this dramatic little play ended, having given much pleasure to the audience. Barbara Frith, Form IVa. Maurice ' s Own Idea A Little Dream Play hy Miles Malleson CAST Maurice Audrey Ellis A Great Idea Isabel Ewing A Little Idea Marianne Hill . First Fact Roslyn Arnold Second Fact Betty Jordan Third Fact Nancy Stocking First Worker Betty Vaughan Second Worker Greta Larminie Third Worker Gretchen Tooke Fourth Worker . Muriel McWilliam First Idea Jean Brodie Second Idea Catherine Grant Third Idea Catherine Robinson Fourth Idea Nancy Archibald The Mother Marion Wilson Fairies — Joan Tooke, Jane Seely, Griselda Archibald, Mary Grant, Betty Butler, Jean Darling, Anne Byers, Lorraine Ward, Marjorie Wallis Stage Manager — Ruth Seely Asst. Managers — Hope Laurie, Kathryn Wood At the Piano — Marie Luther ON FRIDAY evening, April 26th, Form IIIa gave a deHghtful and amusing play called ' ' Maurice ' s Own Idea. As the guests entered the hall they were presented with programmes by two members of the Form. The play opened with a delightful fairy prologue. The scene in a corner of fairyland was effectively carried out with plants and tree stumps, giving the stage an exceedingly woodsy appearance. Fairies and queens were all busy making dew ' drops, and thoughts, and other things left by la y mortals to the ever ' busy hands of the untiring fairies. The next scene was a night nursery, where Maurice and his Golliwog were putting themselves to bed, for the grown-ups were having a dinner party. Maurice had gone in and said good ' night to the guests, and had been given presents by three of the gentlemen. Of course he had to tell Golliwog all about it, and fell asleep reciting his conversation with the guests. Then the ' ' Great Idea and her companion entered. These two woke Maurice and took him and his gentlemen friends The Three Facts, who had suddenly and mysteriously appeared, to Fairyland. The curtain goes up on the next scene which showed a corner of Fairyland. Maurice and The Three Facts were shown how thoughts and ideas are made and put in people ' s heads. Then Maurice was taken home, after being given an idea all his own. His mother then came in and tucking her little son into his bed, slips quietly away, while Maurice dreamily murmurs : It is my very own Idea. The characters were all well chosen and splendidly acted by the girls. After cheering the Third Form, and singing God save the King, we all went home, having thoroughly enjoyed the entertainment. Janet Smart, Form Upper VI. [56] In June, 1925, the pupils of Miss Sym and Miss Berkley gave a piano recital in the Drawing Room. The pieces were mostly by the old school of composers, though one or two pieces by modern composers were played. The girls had improved and the recital closed a year of good work. On September 28th, the House girls attended the first concert of the season given by Mlle. Rosa Ponselle. The choice of songs was interesting but the girls liked the English items best. On October 15th, five girls were taken by Miss Bryan to hear the Boston Symphony at the Forum. This was a magnificent performance and we enjoyed it very much. On November i6th, about fourteen girls went to hear Josef Hofmann. His playing was beautiful and the choice of pieces excellent. His encores were well known by us and everyone enjoyed the concert. On November 30th, four or five girls went to hear the Elgar Choir. The singing and orchestral accompaniment was very good. On December ist, Ethel Leginska gave a piano recital at the Windsor Hotel. Quite a number of girls went to hear her play and were struck with the vivacity which she put into her music. The piano almost danced to her modern pieces and each girl enjoyed the recital tremendously. On December loth. Miss Gumming took six girls to Saint Andrew ' s and Saint Paul ' s to hear the blind organist. Dr. Collins. Dr. Collins played beautifully and it was gratifying to think that such a man who had devoted his life to the organ should come to Montreal. On December 12th, the pupils of Miss Berkley and Miss Cousins gave a joint recital. The girls played well and as a finale the two mistresses played a beautiful duo by Schumann. On December 15th, the pupils of Miss Sym gave a recital and everyone enjoyed it. On February ist, the girls from the Fourth, Fifth and Sixth Forms were taken to Shakespeare ' s Richard III. Miss Bryan very kindly told us the history and story of the play, which made it easier for us to understand. The girls enjoyed it and it is not often that we are able to see such a celc bra ted actor as Sir John Martin-Harvey. On February i8th, a few girls went to hear Mischa Elman, the famous violinist. He played with great delicacy and his concert was much appreciated by us all. Miss Virginia McLean, a Montrealer who has studied in London and Paris, gave a most enjoyable recital at the Rit -Carlton at the beginning of March. Only a few girls had the privilege of hearing her, but it was a rare treat for those who did. This term we have not had many outside entertainments, but we all enjoyed ' Tride and Prejudice, the play acted by the girls of Miss Edgar ' s school on May 18th at Congress Hall. [57] The Rivals N FRIDAY evening, the seventh of May, the Sixth Form presented ' ' The Rivals by Sheridan. Besides the girls themselves, a number of parents were present at the performance. The plot of the play, as is well-known to all, is a series of love entanglements, which the delightful Mrs. Malaprop renders highly humorous by her repeated use of wrong phrases. Many of the scenes were very amusing, such as the one in which Sir Lucius O ' Trigger urges Bob Acres to fight a duel with Beverley, and having reached the duelling grounds, Bob ' s heart fails within him. His terror is the more increased by the protests of his tender-hearted servant, David, that duels are wicked, bloodthirsty affairs. This scene was splendidly done, Elizabeth Tooke taking the part of Bob Acres, Ha el Howard that of Sir Lucius, and Ruth Bishop, David. There were other amusing parts in which Mrs. Malaprop, very cleverly acted by Janet Smart, made the most ama2;ing statements; and where Eileen Fosbery, as Sir Anthony Absolute, thumped vigorously with his cane, providing thrills for the younger members of the audience, and stormed at Beverley. The part of Beverley was taken by Marion Brisbane, and she made a dashing lover for Lydia Languish. Doreen Harveyjellie took this part, and acted it charmingly. A more serious scene was that between Julia and Faulkland, when Faulkland reproaches Julia because she had managed to be happy when away from him, and Julia, deeply hurt at the inference, leaves the room in tears. Both Beatrice Howell, who took the part of Julia, and Gertrude Nieghorn, who acted Faulkland, are both to be greatly praised on account of their acting. The part of the dainty little maid, Lucy, acted by Marie Luther, must not be forgotten, nor the unobtrusive but important part of Fag (Marian Zealand). The costumes were beautiful, and the tastefully arranged scenery formed a lovely background. The whole effect of the play was that of olden times, and not the least amusing part was the sight of heads well-known in school by their boyish cut suddenly appearing in the heavy curled wigs of long ago. As the audience went away remarks could be heard on all sides that ' ' The Rivals was the best play ever given at Trafalgar. Margaret Cameron, Form Upper V. [58] The Rivals Janet Smart Eileen Fosbery DOREEN HaRVEY ' JeLLIE Marion Brisbane Beatrice Howell Gertrude Nieghorn Elizabeth Tooke Ruth Bishop Hazel Howard Marie Luther Marian Zealand ' ' So lively and entertaining ... ' ' The patience of a saint. There ' s a little intricate hussy for you! The ingenuity of your appearance. This comes of her reading. So expert at her harpsichord. My heart ' s my own, my will is free! I have been very ill-used. As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. Good Heavens! what assurance! I don ' t think so much learning becomes a young woman. [60] Trafalgar Athletic Association Committee Hon. President Miss Gumming Hon. Advisers Miss Bryan and Miss Brown Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Doris Johnson Vice Captain Beatrice Howell Secretary Jean Macalister Committee Member Jean Lamb Gymnasium Officers Captains Lieutenants Form VIa. Beatrice Howell Doris Johnson Hazel Howard (temporary) VIb. Margaret Sumner Dorothy Sumner Va. Margaret Bain Helen Ritchie Jean Peters (temporary) Vb. Jean Lamb Blair Tatley IVa. Carol Ross Eileen Mitchell IVb. Elizabeth Stanway Peggy Newman IIIa. Nancy Stocking Audrey Doble IIIb. Maida Truax Barbara Peck Up. IL Cynthia Bazin Alma Howard IL Patricia Mitchell Sheilagh Sullivan Up. L Vivian Stewart Pamela Stead L Anna Thompson Lascelles Gudewill [61] j Basketball Officers Captains Vice Captains rorm Vi, Doris Johnson, Cabtain of the School V IB. Dorothy Sumner jS Iargaret oumner V A. Margaret Bain Jean Peters V B. Jean Lamb Blair Tatley 1 V A. Eileen M[itchell Pauline Mitchell I V B. Doris Lamb Doris Ahern TTT A Jean Brodie Nancy Stocking IIIb. Barbara Peck Velma Truax Up. II. Joan Archibald Betty Hurry II. Betty DeBrisay Patricia Mitchell Up. I. Peggy Chapman Phyllis Mussell I. Anna Thompson MiMi Languedoc Gymnastic Competition, 1925 The inter ' form Gymnastic Competition was held on June 3rd. There was keen interest in all forms. The captains and lieutenants were given their commands by Miss Nicholl and then the drilling of the forms began. The judges were Miss Cartwright and Miss Wain, both from Royal Victoria College. The shield was won in the Junior School by Upper II and in the Senior School by the Sixth Form. Tennis Tournament, 1925 The final game of the Tennis Tournament singles was played on June loth. Helen Stocking and Marion Brisbane played two very exciting games. Helen Stocking winning both sets won the Cup which was presented in June. Doctor Duncan ' s Gup, 1925 Doctor Duncan gave a cup to the school for Tennis. It was decided to have inter ' form doubles, all forms Upper II to the VI to compete. There was keen competition between the forms. On June nth the finals of the inter-form doubles were played between Upper and Lower V. Marion Brisbane and Phyllis Dobbin represented Upper V; Marie Luther and Peggy Jones re- presenting Lower V. There was some excellent work on both sides; the games resulting in a victory for Upper V. Lord Strathcona ' s Shield, 1925 Lord Strathcona presented a Shield to Trafalgar to be given to the best gymnastic commander. The commanding is judged during the gymnastic competition and causes great enthusiasm in the Senior School. The shield was won by Beatrice Howell, Captain of Upper V. The Demonstration HE great event of the year, the annual Gymnastic Demonstration, took place on Friday even- ing, March 12th. It was, as it has always been, a great success, and it was equally enjoyed by both the audience and the performers. The performance started at eight o ' clock with the First and Upper First Form Drill. The Juniors were very keen and everyone worked hard to make her form the best. They were immediately followed by the Second and Upper Second Form Drill, who marched well and did their exercises with such spirit that they were heartily received. Then the Balancing and Boom performers came in. The Balancing girls were very steady and did their exercises gracefully to the tune of some slow-moving music. On the Boom the girls did excellent work and they were enthusiastically applauded as they went out, [62] 1 Perhaps the most enjoyable parts of the performance were the team races, which came at intervals through the programme. The Junior team race was very amusing as they had to hop between the clubs on one foot and then skip between them back to their places. The Second Form were the victors, closely fol ' lowed however by the Upper Second. The Intermediate team race was an exhibition of both throwing and catching. The girls were very quick and Four A only won the race by a fraction of a second. The Seniors raced with bean bags and Five A played a very prominent if not a very noble part by continually dropping the bags. This race ended by a victory for Five B who went out covered with glory. Nothing was prettier than the dancing which was done by both big and Httle girls to well- known music. The Fourth and Fifth Forms tried hard to defeat the Sixth in Drill but were not quite able to do so and the Sixth were unanimously declared victorious. Last of all came the Horse and the Ropes. While the Seniors tried to excel on the Horse, the Juniors did both plain and fancy climbing. ' Then the school filed in for the last time in the Grand March, and after a short speech from Sir Arthur Currie, hearty cheers rang through the hall for Sir Arthur Currie, Miss Nicholl and the captains, they filed out tired but happy their night ' s work well done. Hockey Owing to the late winter the hockey team did not advance as far as we would have liked, but nevertheless we made great headway and succeeded in getting the majority of girls interested. The prospects are of the best for a real hockey team next year. [63] Girl Guides Report A S THE school year draws to a close our guide year does also and it is now time to give our  yjL annual report of the 14th Montreal Company. The Company has made good progress this year as a whole and its numbers have increased till we have now a little over forty guides who are divided up into six patrols. The most important event of the whole year was the Girl Guide Rally which was held at the Forum. In the Rally an exhibition of all the guide work was given in drill, dancing, first-aid, lifc ' saving, games and a campfire sing-song. Our Company took part in a dance, and formed a small section of the ' ' human Union Jack. We took part in two contests this year. One was the Honour Flag Contest and the other an ambulance trophy presented by Dr. Fairie. These were contests between all the Montreal Companies. In the first we came twelfth and in the second, second. Dr. Fairie very kindly presented the whole company with patrol emblems. These emblems were beautifully worked and each guide appreciates Dr. Fairie ' s gift very much. We have also to thank Mrs. Henderson for her kind help in the ambulance trophy. She gave up a great deal of time to us and we are very grateful indeed. We also wish to thank Miss Nicholl, who has shown her interest in the guides by teaching us our dances, and Marie Luther who has more than once played our accompaniments. On behalf of the whole company I wish to extend our thanks to our Captain and Lieutenant, Miss Young and Miss Daniels, for all the work, help and encouragement which they have given to us during the past year. Jean Peters, Form Upper V. Girl Guides Here we come, the jolly guides. Walking up to people ' s sides; Helping people when we can. Trying to be good to man. J. Henry, Form Upper I. [64] Brownies We ' re the Brownies quick and good, Always dancing in the wood; Never trying to be seen, Never trying to be mean. J. Henry, Form Upper I. The Brownie Report SEVERAL Brownies from the Trafalgar Pack have joined the Girl Guide Company this year, and five new girls were enrolled. The Pack consists of four sixes into which the twenty Brownies are divided under the leadership of Vivian Stewart, Margot Seely, Eli2;abeth Powell and Barbara Haydon. Although the Pack has been in existence for three years no First Class Badges have been won, but during this winter six Brownies obtained them with ver y high percentage. Several Brownies gained Second Class Badges and they are now working hard for the First Class Badge. Thanks to the leadership of Miss Lawson the Trafalgar Pack has made a place for itself among the other Montreal Packs and all the Brownies hope that they will have her as their Brown Owl again next year. Evelyn Howard, Form Low er VI. [65] Inter-Form Matches, 1925 The form matches showed some splendid work and several of the games were very exciting. In the Junior School the final match was played between II and Upper II, resulting in a victory for Upper II. In the Senior School the final match was played between Upper VI and III resulting in a victory for Upper VI. The Final Cup Match, 1 925 The most exciting game of the year was played on May 28th in the M.A.A.A. gymnasium. The first half was in favour of Miss Edgar ' s but Trafalgar was successful in the second half winning a score 30 ' 25. The cup given by Miss Edgar won by Trafalgar for two years running was presented at the close of the match by Mr. Grier to the Trafalgar captain, Shirley Sampson, while both teams cheered each other heartily. The Trafalgar team was as follows: — Shooters — J. Jamieson, R. Whitley Centres — K. Hogle, D. Johnson Guards- — V. Jenkins, E. Peters Matches with Macdonald College On November 21st we played Macdonald College at St. Annes. It was a good game, although our team was handicapped by the si e of the gymnasium. The score was 32 14 in Macdonald ' s favour. The Trafalgar team was as follows : — Shooters — C. Smith, E. St an way Centres — D. Johnson, J. Lamb, C. Ross Guards- — J. Macalister, D. Sumner The return match was played on January 30th in the Trafalgar gymnasium. The score was 68 ' 32 in favour of Trafalgar. The Trafalgar team was as follows : — Shooters — E. Stanway, M. Brisbane Centres — J. Lamb, C. Ross Guards — M. Harley, D. Sumner [66 1 Practice Matches with Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School, 1925-1926 The first practice match was played on December 4th at Trafalgar. Both teams were evenly matched and the game proved an exciting one. The game ended in a victory for Miss Edgar ' s School with the score 3 4 ' 30. Our team was as follows : — Shooters — C. Smith, E. Stanway Centres — D. Johnson, J. Lamb Guards — J. Macalister, D. Sumner On February 12th the second practice match was played in the Y.W.C.A. gymnasium. The game was a hard ' fought one and resulted in favour of Miss Edgar ' s School 3i ' 26. Shooters — E. Stanway, M. Brisbane Centres — J. Lamb, C. Ross Guards — M. Harley, D. Sumner The Old Girls ' Match On November loth a match was played with the Old Girls in the Trafalgar gymnasium. The score was close throughout the game, and after strenuous play resulted in a victory for the Old Girls 37-34. The Junior League Matches A match was played with the Junior League of Montreal on December nth in the St. James ' Parish Hall. The teams were evenly matched and the game was an exceptionally hard ' fought one. It resulted in a victory for the Junior League with the score 3 5 ' 3 2. On February 26th the return match was played in the Trafalgar gymnasium. The score was 46 ' 36 in favour of Trafalgar. A third match was played with the Junior League on May 3rd at Trafalgar. From the beginning the game was very exciting, resulting in a victory for Trafalgar with the score 5i ' 34. House and School Matches On October 22nd a match was played between the House and School. It was a good game and resulted in a victory for the House with the score 28 17. The return match was played on February 12th between the House and School, both team.s showing much improvement, resulting in favour of the School with the score 34 ' 23. The Junior House and School Matches Two games were played in the Junior House and School, both winning a game. Some very promising work was shown by both teams. The Trafalgar basketball badges were awarded to Doris Johnson on May 29th, Jean Lamb on December 3rd, 1925; Elizabeth Stanway and Dorothy Sumner on March nth, Marion Brisbane, Marjorie Harley and Carol Ross on May 20th, 1926. [68] The Final Cup Match, 1926 Of all the matches during the year, the game played between Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s school on May 19th in the M.A.A.A. gymnasium proved the most exciting one. Both teams played exceptionally well and after a hard-fought game the result was a score 33-24 in favour of Trafalgar. This year the cup played for was given by the Sixth Form of Trafalgar, year 22-23. There was great enthusiasm on our part to obtain it because of the high standard of the girls of that year. At the close of the game Dr. Tooke presented the cup to the winning team, while cheers rang through the hall from both sides. The Trafalgar team was as follows : Shooters — E. Stanway, M. Brisbane Centres — C. Ross, H. Gilpin Guards — M. Harley, D. Sumner Basketball Team Criticisms Doris Johnson — Centre. — T.B.B. An enthusiastic and helpful captain who plays a very good and thoughtful game, keeping the team well together. Jean Lamb — Centre. — T.B.B. An untiring worker. Plays a very good quick game, combining well with the rest of the team. Elizabeth Stanway — Shooter. — T.B.B. An excellent shot in home games, but seems a little baffled by strange baskets. Has worked splendidly to overcome her weaknesses. Marion Brisbane — Shooter. — T.B.B. Play has improved greatly during the year. A good re- liable shot. Dorothy Sumner — Guard.- — T.B.B. An invaluable member of the team, always plays a neat and accurate game. Marjorie Harley — Guard. — T.B.B. Finally fills this position after fighting amicably throughout the year with Jean Macalister. Both have done very creditable work for the team. Carol Ross — Centre Substitute. — T.B.B. Has made an excellent substitute on many occasions. [69] Athletic Association Balance Sheet, 1925-1926 RECEIPTS By Balance 1924-25 $ .25 Subscriptions 1925-26 189.00 Sale of Stripes 1.94 Interest, April 30th. . . 1.20 $192.39 EXPENDITURES To Tennis tapes $ 14.40 Laying tapes 3 . 00 Tennis balls 5. 75 Basketball repairs .50 Tennis balls 5.75 Badminton birds 5 . 25 Crests 3 . 95 Basketball repairs 9 . 66 2 Badminton racquets 6.40 Match fares 12.10 Adjusting scales 3.40 Oranges .80 Present to Paget 2 . 00 Basketball repairs .25 Racquet press 1.50 Hockey sticks 8.25 Repairs to hockey goal 1.85 Crests 2.40 Stripes 2.15 Repairs to hockey goal 5 . 90 Repairing ropes 2 . 65 Basketball repairs 3.75 Badminton birds 2.50 Badminton net 2.25 Sundries 3.01 $109.42 Balance 82.97 $192.39 [70] HDL FfZb-7k Quotations for the House Seniors Doris Johnson Jean Macalister Isabel Elliott Elizabeth Tooke Marie Luther Edith Turnbull Helen Findlay Marian Zealand Frances Dockrill Kathryn Stanfield Doris Allen One who never turned her back, but marched breast forward ' ' Who speak their feeling as it is. ' ' O Isabella, I can half perceive That I may speak my grief into thine ear. ' ' A merry heart goes all the way. There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own. I seem to meet their least desire. Of stature tall and straightly fashioned. On me she bends her blissful eyes, and then on thee. She kept her meditative paces slow. My pulses therefore beat again For other friends that once I met. 171] Anna Gleason Isabel Peterson Helen Gilpin Marjorie Harley Jane Brownlee Florence Lundon The House A mind at peace with all below. To be grave exceeds all power of face. ' ' ' ' My thoughts hold mortal strife. I will drink life to the lees. Thy finer sense perceives Celestial and perpetual harmonies. Proud word thou never spoke All things were held in common, what one The Bat GUESS who I am! Why Tm the bat. Nobody knows how I got in the school, so I won ' t tell you. It ' s a good secret though. I ' ve had many travels, and one day as I passed Trafalgar I thought I liked the look of it. So I spent a long, long time looking for some place to crawl in, and at last I did. And that ' s as much as I ' m going to tell about that. When I got in I twisted and turned up and down corridors and stairs. My! what a lot of those they have at Traf. Then at last I landed in a large rcom with such a high ceiling, I never saw anything like it. Here I found a beautiful place for a nest about fifty feet from the ground. Imagine that! But it was the most wonderful feeling and nobody knew I was there. Soon after that I heard all the girls saying Just think, only a week before the ' Dem ' . I couldn ' t understand what that could be, so I waited patiently for a whole week. Then in the evening I saw all the parents coming in and some of them sat in the seats behind ribstalls and such funny places. I ' m sure they didn ' t know how good my seat was or they would have tried to get it. I ' m certain of that. After this I was glad to roll over and have a good sleep. So I slept for a whole month. In April, when I awoke, I was feeling very frisky so I thought I would find some mischief. I flew everywhere I could think of. You should have seen the excitement I caused. Everyone threw something over their heads and ran, even in the middle of a basket ' ball game. I almost laughed, but you know bats aren ' t supposed to do that. I haven ' t come out when the daygirls are around yet, but wait till I do. Oh! „ DETTY JORDAN, TOrm JA. [72] The Dormitory Cupboard I know all the boarders up to the Sixth form, You see, Tm the cupboard that stands in the dorm. Except for an interval from nine until one, I hear those girls ' voices until day is done. At six-forty ' five Tm awaked from my dreams By the ringing of bells and various screams. Such noises! I shake from my feet to my head, (As if screaming could keep those children in bed !) When another bell rings in a very short while. Each girl greets the mistress with her pleasantest smile. Then having breakfasted, and gone out for some air, And tidied their rooms with the greatest of care, They leave for school, and as their voices cease I settle down to a morning of peace. But alas, they return again far too soon. And gone are my hopes for the afternoon. From six to six- thirty they prepare for their tea, And it really amuses me greatly to see What a fuss they make over what they will wear, From tieing their sashes to fixing their hair. At last comes nine-thirty to my greatest delight. And merrily the girls bid each other ' ' Good-night. But not even a Prefect, in the Upper Sixth form, Says Good-night ' ' to the cupboard that stands in the dorm. Marjorie Harley, Form Lower V. Biscuits JAM only a little brown gingersnap, one in many thousands, and some people might not think I have much of a history, but I have. I started my life in Christie ' s Biscuit Factory. My companions and I, when we came out of the oven, were put into one large tin box. One day we heard the foreman of our department say : ' These twelve boxes are to go on this afternoon ' s delivery to Trafalgar Institute. We knew then that we were to have a different home. That afternoon we were put into a delivery wagon and taken to our new destination. There we were put on the top shelf of a deep dark cupboard, w ere we remained for what seemed many weeks. I did not know what kind of a place I was in, but all I seemed to hear all day long was the voices of girls. Girls talking, girls laughing, girls grumbling, and girls getting lectured. It seemed to me that this place was a world of girls. It was rather interesting at first to listen to their conversation, but it got to be very boring after a while, and I began to wonder how long they were going to leave me here. Already I was beginning to get stale. I could feel my face becoming hard and cracked. At last one day a maid appeared, opened the box in which we lay, took a handful of us, and dumped us on a tray. We were then conveyed to the place I believe they call Study, and there we were left until the hungry rowdy boarders should come and gobble us up. At last we heard them coming down the hall like an avalanche, and all trying to get here to study first. We fully [73] expected to hear cries of joy when they saw us, but instead came the dismayed exclamations, ' ' Oh, those wretched dog ' biscuits again and ' ' The beastly things, Td much rather have dry bread, and many more biting remarks such as these. I was one of the last left on the tray, and then some disregarding, thoughtless, person picked me up disdainfully, and then being suddenly called away to a music lesson, carelessly flung me behind the radiators. And there I am now, to this very day, lying covered with dust and dirt, waiting for some poor starved little mouse to appreciate me more than the happy, thoughtless boarders. Elizabeth Stanway, Form IVb. Dawn Behold the cold, gray dawn ! Spreading its shadows o ' er the lawn; Dewdrops flashing in a glittering light, Hoar-frost making figures bright. Behold the cold, gray dawn! Gradually across the sky. Brilliant colours seem to fly : Radiant reds and greens and blues. Glowing with a myriad hues. Hail, thrice glorious dawn! A. Gleason, Form Va. The House Clock As I hang on the side of the old gray wall. At the foot of the stairs in the old house hall, I look at the girls as they pass by. Some greet with a smile and some with a sigh My pale white face, and numbers old. Small minute hand and dots of gold. While I tick the minutes and seconds away, The girls pass on — they finish their day. And I watch the girls as they pass by, I cannot remember a girl with a sigh. But some from my memory never fall, Because they could smile at the clock in the hall. Anne Byers, Form III a. [74] The Crocl The Croc One long line Of six or eight or nine We all go out for the walk In a tiresome but jolly ' ' croc To the girl behind we cannot talk In that one long line. One long line Of six or eight or nine The Sixth form always lead Although there is no need As the fourth could do the deed In that one long line. One long line Of six or eight or nine The juniors walk at the end With a mistress to defend Their ways and manners to tend In that one long line. One long line Of six or eight or nine Comes in from the afternoon stroll And many a weary soul Gives a nasty word and growl About — That one long line. Elizabeth Stanway, Form IV b. [75] Fire Drill 2T HAD been noised abroad that there was going to be fire drill at Trafalgar Institute one night early in the first term. Our little friend, the sandman, held this as the cause for such queer behaviour on the part of the girls that night. They had viciously pulled the top blanket off their beds, folded it and clambered into bed, slippers, bathrobe and all, to lie there for about half an hour, very uncomfortable, their ears intent. He was forced to throw buckets of sand on those girls before he had made an effect on them, and when his work was finally done he was forced to go home to bed and leave the rest of the world awake all night. The next night when the sandman arrived, a little late, everything seemed to be normal and peaceful once more. He drew a sigh of relief and proceeded with his work. Suddenly he heard a terrible bell ring and it frightened him so that he dropped his whole bag of sand. What followed did not have a quieting effect on his poor overtaxed nerves, either. All of the girls who, a few moments before seemed so peaceful, now clambered wildly out of bed and seemed to be tearing their beds to pieces in their efforts to fold up a blanket and get into their bathrobe and slippers at the same time. ' ' Oh, my goodness! what is my number? ' Tut on the Hghts, someone, quick! Oh! somebody help m e! iVe gotten this bathrobe all twisted! Where is my other slipper? Don ' t forget to shut the windows! Horrors! IVe got my hair done up in curlers! All these exclamations, voiced in exaggerated stage whispers, hurled themselves at him as he looked vexedly at all his work undone. The next thing he knew he was being swept down a flight of stairs and landed with a bump at the bottom, under a fern pot, where he remained for a time and tried to collect his shattered wits. What the sandman saw was certainly a peculiar sight. The girls had finally formed into three ragged lines and now stood holding their blankets limply and trying in vain to appear at attention. The bathrobes, all different colors, clashed fiercely. Everyone looked very sleepy ' eyed and seemed unconscious of the wild state of her hair. A sleepy Number off! was heard. The numbering was done with great gaps between each number. The order was about as follows: One . . three . . six . . two . . eight, and so on. When this procedure was finally over the girls returned sleepily to their beds, and the poor sandman was forced to plod up the stairs without any help as he had had coming down. After the girls had all clambered into their beds again, which could scarcely be called beds now, they were so upset, the sandman had little trouble in putting them soundly to sleep. But our little friend had had such a strenuous evening that he dared not make any more calls that night. Again the poor world was left to close its own eyes. I believe that this strange adventure is what caused the sandman to have grey hair. You know, he always had lovely black hair until just a few months ago. I do hope he is never forced to go through such a trial again. It would certainly prove fatal, and then how tired we would all be, never being able to go to sleep. Jane Brownlee, Form Lower V. [761 How I Rose to my Present State of Importance J WANT to put on record how I rose. Till the 21st of April I thought I was one of the most unimportant creatures in this great world. One night by accident I flew into, what I learnt later, to be Trafalgar School. I felt very strange and was flying around confusedly when a door opened and out came a girl. When she saw me she screamed and ran back to where she came from. I heard muffled screams and in a few minutes more girls came running past me with their sweaters over their heads. By this time I had commenced to see that it was me they were afraid 1 of. This gave me confidence and I flew around exploring. As I was flying about I found my way up to the top of the building. I heard voices, and wanting to see what the effect would be this time, I flew up to the gallery of what appeared to be a large hall. A game of basketball was going on, and several games of jacks on the platform . ; Once more they seemed to be afraid of me and cried, ' ' The bat, the bat! ' ' Realising my importance ' I flew down to where the games were going on. All the girls who were playing stopped, and pulled ' sweaters and tunics over their heads. Finally they all ran down the stairs and I was left ' ' Monarch of all I surveyed. Tm writing this in room X and as it is nearly dawn and I have had an exciting evening I will stop. I am going to hang myself up near the trunk room or in some quiet place where I will not be disturbed, but as I am now accustomed to this place Til be out again tO ' morrow night. T. H. E. Batt. The Banquet— 1925 ' Twas the night of the banquet and all through the house Great excitement pervaded from the girls to the mouse. The former all gowned in their finery with care I Were gathered about at the top of the stair. . At last the gong sounded from the hall far below, I And thirty ' five maidens tripped down in a row. j They entered the banquet hall merry and gay, | And gazed with surprise upon where the feast lay. j What wonders were wrought in the old dining-room! ' From the time they had lunched there that very noon ' Twas completely transformed to a magical den With crepe paper streamers from the great five and ten. ] When all in their places the next thing in store Was to look at their favours with much laughter encore. Beside each person ' s plate a fit ditty was found, And each maiden ' mid cheers had her verse to expound. E. W. as our postie got a letterman ' s game. And M. H. coloured highly, ' mid the chaffs that now came, Finding as her gift a portrait of a well-known Sixth form. And D. J. had a Truth, the reasons best known to the dorm. There were many other favours, some funny, some not, But most of the maidens were pleased with their lot. At last it was over and to the garden they sped To listen to the criticisms the Sixth form now read. Then round the garden they wandered in two ' s and in three ' s, Haunted well-known old places ' neath the great elm trees. i With the night and the moon came the hour of nine, , And indoors we all trooped to sing Auld Lang Syne. With many tears flowing and an occasional laugh, „ ! They climbed the old staircase for their last night at Traf. Elizabeth Stanway, Form IVb. [77] I A Tale of Woe Did you ever come to school with all your homework done, and amble through the long : day with never a question being asked, and you went home (naturally), but quite peeved that such a splendid opportunity for distinguishing yourself was gone forever, and next morning when you came to school with never a suggestion of homework — Lo! a complete change had taken place to your d iscomfort. Did this ever happen to you? Isabel Peterson, Form Upper V. [78] Getting Contributions for the Mag. J SAY ! just a minute, I want to speak to you about something. No! you don ' t know what it ' s for and anyway it ' s for the good of the school. Now don ' t be mean— please. I know it ' s hard to write, and you can ' t draw, but what do you think of my job? Want to trade? Ah ! I knew you wouldn ' t. Well, now, listen ! Can ' t you do some little thing, even if it is only on our organ ' grinder? You have no headings? What about the list I put up? I assure you, my dear A , it took much tedious thought last night. You didn ' t see it? Well, come on and look at it now— your visiting can wait, and anyway you will have heaps of time afterwards. Now what do you thmk of those headings? Do they not wake a spark of genius in you? You can write on some of them if you want to do it. Now there ' s ' ' Barrettes. What a lofty subject and what a desirable one. Well then, if that won ' t do and you want something really ferocious, there ' s ' Ink. Aye, my child, ' tis a dark subject and ought to suit you to perfection. You know there ' s many a spot ' twixt the pen and the pot. Now, I ' m sure you could write a nice little poem on the ' ' Crocodile. But why make it sarcastic? Surely you enjoy such good healthy walks each day. Yes, I understand your feelmgs. I really can ' t suit you, but listen there are cold baths — ah! that ' s it. I ' ll admit they ' re rather damp but they are very suggestive. (In despair) Now here ' s the very one you are looking for, That Rising Bell! Well, I believe in being optimistic, A , so if EngHsh won ' t describe your feelings, why, write it in French. It ' s a clear and resounding subject and you must have heard it sometime. Isabel Elliott, Form Upper VI. 13 Trafalgar House Athletic Association HE annual meeting of the Trafalgar House Athletic Association was held on Wednesday, 23rd of September. The following committee was elected for the year 1925-1926. Honorary Adviser Miss Cumming Chairman Miss Nicholl Captain Doris Johnson Vice Captain Jean IvIacalister Secretary Treasurer Edith Turnbull [Elizabeth Tooke Convenors of Committee | Marie Luther [Helen Findlay Basketball There have been two basketball matches between the School and the House this year. The first, on October 22nd, resulted in a victory for the House, with a score of 28 ' 17. The return match was played on February 17th, and was won by the School team, with a score of 34 ' 23. The House team, though subject to change, was generally as follows : Shooters — Elizabeth Stanway, Frances Dockrill Centres — Doris Johnson, Helen Gilpin Guards — Marjorie Harley, Jean Macalister Two matches have also been played between the House and School Junior teams. The first, on December 17th, resulted in a victory for the school, and the second, on May 20th, was won by the House team. The Upper and Lower Dormitories played against each other in two basketball matches, on October 7th and April 28th. Both these ftNfi ro5xcR matches were victories for the Lower Dormitories. [79 1 Badminton Two badminton tournaments were played this year, during the second term. Frances Dock ' rill won the singles, and Jean Macalister and Eli absth Train won the doubles. Badminton has proved to be very popular, and the play has improved greatly. Tennis The boarders play a great deal of tennis both in the morning, before school, and in the aftei ' noon. A tennis tournament was begun in the Fall, but owing to the weather has not yet been concluded. Skating The skating lessons which were begun in 1925 have been continued this year; and Mr. Peterson from the Winter Club came up to the rink, twice weekly, to give fancy-skating lessons. Hockey was also a part of the daily routine for some girls, who played frequently, practicing and improving their game. Stripes and Merit Badges Stripes were awarded to the following girls, during the year. November nth — DORIS JOHNSON JEAN MACALISTER MARJORIE HARLEY MARGARET JOHNSON ELIZABETH TRAIN ELIZABETH STANWAY February 17th — FRANCES DOCKRILL HELEN GILPIN EILEEN MITCHELL PAULINE MITCHELL BETTY JORDAN EDITH TURNBULL Elizabeth Tooke, Form Upper VI. [80] I ALL THE WORLD S A STAGE McGill A record was made last year for Trafalgar when seventeen girls obtained their full matriculation. These were as follows: — Marjory Doble, Ernestine Ellis, Vivian Jenkins, Gwen Roberts, Eunice Meekison, Ruth Whitley, Norah Sullivan, Eileen Peters, Jane Howard, Eileen Whillans, Jean Jamieson, Shirley Sampson, Barbara d ' Arcy, Freda Enright, Leslie Fuller, Agnes Hill and Sylvia Frink. The first nine are now at McGill; Marjory Doble winning the Trafalgar Scholarship with 79.8. Second year — Marion Ross, Beatrice Carter, Olive Scobell, Frances Prissick and Jean Worden. Third year — Ruth Murray, Glen Cameron, Elsa Sommer, Marguerite Benny, Alice McKinnon and Edith Cochrane. Betty Ward well has completed her First year in the Faculty of Society Workers. Helen Drummond, senior, is taking Physicial Education at McGill. Fourth year — The good news has just come from McGill of the success of our two graduating Muriel Bedford Jones — First class honours in English. Roba Dun ton — Second class honours in English and Economics. We wish to congratulate Marion Ross on winning a medal for public speaking, and Edith Cochrane on her tennis championship. Alice Bissett is studying for her M.A. degree. Girl Guides Helen Ogilvie is Commissioner of the Eastern District. Margaret Young and Doris Daniels have officered the Trafalgar Company during the past year. Helen Drummond, Roba Dun ton, Muriel Bazin and Aileen Ross are officers in the city. Sarah Starke is a Brown Owl. Beatrice Carter, Jean Worden and Jane Howard have joined the McGill Cadet Corps to train for officer ship. Ruth Starr is a Captain in Rothsay, New Brunswick. Teaching Dorothy Russel and Elsie Dunton are teaching in Riverside School, Point St. Charles. Phyllis Jamieson is teaching music. Alice Roy is physical instructress at Queen ' s University. [81] Freda Enright is taking the teacher ' s course at Macdonald College. Helen MacGregor is teaching in the Mount Royal Business College. Gerda Holman is physical instructress at Havergal, Toronto. Nora CoUyer is now art mistress at Trafalgar. Nursing Muriel Clift, Frances Ellis and Gladys Small have entered the Royal Victoria Hospital. Margaret Dixon and Annie Johnson have continued their work in the Royal Victoria and General Hospitals, respectively. Ruth Miller has entered the Children ' s Memorial Hospital, and is enjoying the work there very much. Junior League Mary Beard, Ruth Walker, Berry Stroud, Margot Grindley, Betty Robertson, Jean Jamieson, Patsey Fisher, Athol Carter, Althea Frith, Kathleen Buchanan, Eileen Anderson, Sarah Starke, Eleanor Bishop, Kathleen Taylor, Betty Wardwell, Frances Walker, Ba rbara Wilson, Katherine Crombie, Margaret Mitchell, Elizabeth Sise and Amy Read have all taken an active part in the Junior League this winter. For the last two years Louise Napier has been President of this splendid movement. The four Montreal delegates representing the Junior League at the National Conference at Nashville are all Old Girls of Trafalgar. They are Mary Bishop, Frances Lloyd, Mrs. Sutherland and Margaret Mackenzie senior. General Notes Winnifred Kydd has won the Julius C. Strawbridge Fellowship at Bryn Mawr, and is doing post-graduate work in Politics there. She is president of the Graduate Students ' Club, and in that capacity introduces the important visitors who come to the University. Winnifred has also been doing a good deal of public speaking. Constance Murray and Margaret Bruce have been studying at La Casita, Lausanne, Swit ' erland. Margaret Archibald, Marguerite Dorkin and Kathleen Perrin have been going on wi th their studies in music; Kathleen has won the diploma for which she has been working at McGill. Con ' gratulations ! Eileen Whillans has completed a business course in the Motherhouse Convent, and has now a position in the Social Service Department of the Western Hospital. Elinor and Leslie Fuller have been studying at the Finch School in New York. Sylvia Frink has completed her first year at Dalhousie University. Barbara d ' Arcy has been taking lessons at the Ecole des Beaux Arts during the winter. Margaret Robertson has a position in the Registrar ' s Office at McGill; Janie Spier, after completing a course at the O ' Sullivan Business College, is also working there. Eleanor Bazin and Althea Frith have positions in the Metabolism Department of the General Hospital. Gertrude Scott has been doing secretarial work for her father, Mr. F. D. Scott. Doris Crawford is graduating from Columbia University, New Y ork, this year. Adriance Kilgour is on a Mediterranean cruise at present. Katherine Falconer is graduating this year from Smith College, U.S.A. Victoria Torrington is graduating this year from the Margaret Eaton School, Toronto. Shirley Sampson is taking a secretarial course in New York. Jean Robertson has a position in The Royal Trust Company. Eileen Russel and Kathleen Masson are in the Sun Life. Margaret and Betty Duff are taking an extension course at Oxford. Louisa Fair ' s, M.A., thesis on ' ' The Transportation of Canadian Wheat from the West to the Sea was published by the Department of Economics of McGill, with a preface by Stephen Leacock. [82] Winnifred McGoun has been living in Edmonton. Eleanor Bishop has been studying at the Art Gallery this winter. Elsie Wallis has returned home after three years at a school in England. Eli2;abeth Miller and Helen Stocking have taken a business course at the Motherhouse Con- vent; Elizabeth has now a secretarial position in the Milton Hersey Co. May Fluhmann has been studying music — the piano and ' cello — in Quebec this winter. Eileen Anderson is secretary to Miss Shaw, the head of the Graduate Nurses Department at McGill. Eleanor Beard graduated from Macdonald College in June, 1925, and has since taken further training at Mount Sinai Hospital, New York. Mary Murray is an Assistant Dietitian at the New York Sanatorium. Esther England took a short course at Macdonald College this year, and afterwards travelled in the West Indies with Muriel Carsley and Dorothy Read. Some of Trafalgar ' s Grandchildren To Margaret Hamilton (Mrs. Geoffrey Mor kill), a son. To Olive Baillie (Mrs. Dudley Rider), a daughter. To Jean Gatehouse (Mrs. Paul Earl), a son. Marriages MARJORIE ANNABLE MAGEE WYCKOFF ALICE ARCHIBALD JAMES WARREN MARJORIE ABBOTT PHILIP MULLIN MARGUERITE BURNSIDE MAURICE LAFLEUR ELIZABETH BAILE DR. FLANAGAN ROBA DUNTON FRANCIS FERRABEE PHEBE HALL WILLIAM MATHEWS MARGUERITE JAMIESON DR. MACDONALD MARGARET MURRAY DOUGLAS ARMOUR DOREEN GILHAM RENE ZUNZ DAINTRY NOTMAN ROBERT MILLAR HILDA McLOUGHLIN JOHN PANGMAN DOREEN McAVITY GERALD ANGLIN CLAIRE MUSSELL DR. McLEAN AMY READ WILLARD CROCKER MARY TAYLOR JAMES ODELL LOIS TAYLOR WALTER WINDEYER JANE WARTER CAPTAIN ROOKE ELLEN WRIGHT ROBERT GARNER Obituary Helen Higginson (Mrs. Norman McLaren). Madge Stroud. [83] If all good people were clever. And all clever people were good, The world would be very much better Than we ever imagined it could. But the good are so hard on the clever, And the clever so rude to the good, That the world will never be better Till weVe all both clever and good. She — Lovely statue over there. Whose is it? ' ' He — ' ' Oh, it belongs to the city. She — ' M mean what is it of? ' ' He — ' ' Granite, I guess. She — What does it represent? He — About $40,000. She — Thanks. THE BOARDERS ' LAMENT Where did you get that cold? Sleeping in the wet, my bed-springs give rise to such cree s ' ' ' A GOOD PROFESSION John Wesley once asked a small boy, at whose house he was dining, this question: Well, my little boy, what are you going to be when you grow up? Oh, said the boy, I ' m going to be a preacher. There are always such good dinners when the preachers come. A SHARP RETORT A Yankee and an Irishman happening to be riding together past a gallows. Where would you be, asked Jonathan, if the gallows had its due? Riding alone, I guess, said the Irishman. [84] Small Girl (to Nurse) — ' ' How soon will Baby Brothei- talk? Nurse — ' ' Not for a long time. Small Girl — That ' s funny. Teacher told us that Job cursed the day he was born. A JOKE (?) Teacher — Betty ! In your essay you wrote, ' A rabbit has an anecdote, ' What did you mean? Betty — Isn ' t an anecdote a short funny tail? Q — In what course will you graduate, Ruth? A — In the course of time. A — I got two black books this morning. B — How did that happen? A — Spilled ink on them. Pound Monitress (exultantly to ) — - There ' s nobody in pound now ! Waiter (who has not been tipped) — Has Monsieur forgotten me? Absent Minded Professor — Of course not, my dear fellow, how are you? Let me introduce my wife! Inquisitive Ichabod — Father, what is the difference between a fort and a fortress? Professor Diggendelve — Fortress, my son, is feminine, so called because nobody ever knows how to take it. Storekeeper — Is this load of hay you are ordering for your father? Boy — No, sir; it ' s for our horse; my father doesn ' t eat hay. SURE Do you believe there is a higher power? My dear sir — I married her. Tom — Say, Pa, what is diplomacy? Pa — My son, diplomacy is the art of making people apologize to you after you have done them an injury. Waitress — And how did you find the apple pie, sir? Diner — I moved the bit of cheese aside and there it was. Instruments of Quality ' Steinway Duo-Art — Mason Hamlin — Mason Risch — ■ Layton Bros. Pianos and Grands ORTHOPHONIC VICTROLAS VICTOR RECORDS RADIOS SMALL GOODS LZMIXED — — 550-552 St. Catherine St. West Cor. of Stanley [85] 1 Address Diredlory Miss Gumming, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. STAFF Miss Blair, 35 Lincoln Ave., Montreal. Miss Bowen, 35 Lincoln Ave., Montreal. Miss Brock, 451 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Miss Brown, 422 Wood Ave., Westmount. Miss Bryan, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Collyer, 4029 Dorchester St. West, Westmount. Miss Cousins, 4924 Sherbrooke St . West, Westmount. Mlle. Germain, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Mlle. Henri, 105 Glosse St., Montreal, Apt. 47. Miss Hicks, 55 Fort St., Montreal, Apt. 7. Mlle. Juge, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Lawson, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Lewis, 31 Ghomedy St., Montreal. Miss MacKirdy, 55 Fort St., Montreal, Apt. 7. Miss McPherson, 24 Fenwick Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Miss Nicholl, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Pearson, 55 Fort St., Montreal, Apt. 7. Miss Randall, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Street, Trafalgar Institute, Montreal. Miss Sym, 513 Glaremont Ave., Westmount. S SUMMER ' S delightful sunshine and the long evenings gives a thought to what she shall wear on the Courts — for style is everything in Tennis. In the Holt, Renfrew Sports ' Shop you will find the happiest solution to your problem in an almost endless display of the Newest Knitted Sports ' Costumes — many with easy swaying skirts designed especially for such active sports as Tennis. 399 to 405 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST Studies Over? Now For Out-of-T)oors smart young woman [86] School Directory A Abbott, Kathleen, 397 Guy St., Montreal. Ahern, Doris, 494 Elm Ave., Westmount. Ahern, Hazel, 494 Elm Ave., Westmount. Allen, Doris, Huntingdon, Quebec. Ames, Mary, 39 Summit Crescent, Westmount. Archibald, Joan, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Archibald, Nancy, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Archibald, Griselda, 52 The Boulevard, Westmount. Arnold, Roslyn, 22 Ontario Ave., Montreal. Atkinson, Mae, 725 6th Ave., Lachine. Ayer, Carol, 532 Clarke Ave., Westmount. B Bain, Margaret, 54 Windsor Ave., Westmount. Baird, Cecil, 31 Redpath St., Montreal. Ballantyne, Lois, 330 Addington Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Bann, Joan, 346 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. Barclay, Theo, 927 Tupper St., Montreal. Bazin, Cynthia, 4064 Dorchester St., Westmount. Bell, Florence, 4489 Sherbrooke St. West, Westmount. Bell, Margaret, 4489 Sherbrooke St. West, Westmount. Belnap, Celeste, 558 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Bishop, Ruth, 454 Elm Ave., Westmount. Blaylock, Helen, Trail, British Columbia. BoLLES, Jeanne, 20 Selkirk Ave., Westmount. Bond, Betty, Windsor Hotel, Montreal. Bremner, Claire, 235 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Brisbane, Marion, 452 Strathcona Ave., Westmount. Brodie, Jean, 4295 Montrose Ave., Westmount. Brophey, Beatrice, 151 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Brown, Alice, 536 Argyle Ave., Westmount. Brown, Frances, 115 Crescent St., Montreal. Brownlee, Jane, 10 Douglas Drive, Toronto, Ontario. Bruce, Jocelyn, 18 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. BuRPE, Lois, 288 McDougall Ave., Outremont. BuRRiLL, Hope, 7 Rockledge Court, 351 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Burrows, Olivia, 136 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Butler, Betty, 658 Belgium Ave., Westmount. Byers, Anne, 1810 Queen Mary Road, Westmount. C Cameron, Janet, 25 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Cameron, Margaret, 55 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Carter, Betty, 225 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Chapman, Peggy, 4412 St. Catherine Street West, Montreal (Apt. 11). Chillas, Joan, 102 Fort St., Montreal (Apt. 3). CoRisTiNE, Dorothy, 10 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Crabtree, Dorothy, 768 Cote St. Antoine Road, Notre Dame de Grace. Cross, Mary, Three Rivers, Quebec. Crethan, Margaret, 195 Mance St., Montreal. [87] D Dann, Doreen, 6i Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Darling, Jean, 78 St. Matthew Street, Montreal. Davies, Gwynneth, 80 St. Mark Street, Montreal. DeBrisay, Betty, 105 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. Dobbin, Phyllis, 31 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. DoBLE, Audrey, 102 The Boulevard, Westmount. DocKRiLL, Frances, 7 Prince Arthur Ave., Toronto, Ontario. DoDDS, Margaret, 81 The Chateau, Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Does, Gratia, 148 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Douglas, Margaret, 510 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. DuRANT, Phyllis, 39 Grosvenor Apts., Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. DuRLEY, Mary, 78 The Boulevard, Westmount. Doty, Dorothy, 198 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. E Earle, Mary, 172 Edgehill Road, Westmount. Ekers, Dawn, 265 Bishop St., Montreal. Ekers, Marion, 265 Bishop St., Montreal. Elliott, Isabel, Box 70, Prescott, Ontario. Ellis, Audrey, 58 The Boulevard, Westmount. EwiNG, Isobel, 329 Addington Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. F Fairie, Eloise, 239 Mountain St., Montreal. FiNDLAY, Helen, 9 Edgar Ave., Rosedale, Toronto, Ontario. FisK, Ellen, 298 Pine Ave., Montreal. FoRMAN, Lorraine, 141 Grey Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Fosbery, Eileen, 84 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. FosBERY, Lois, 84 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. Fosbery, Sylvia, 84 Grand Boulevard, Notre Dame de Grace. Foster, Ann, 629 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Foster, Hope, 2236 Mance Street, Montreal. Frith, Barbara, 413 Argyle Ave., Westmount. G Gleason, Anna, Granby, Quebec. Gilmore, Alice, 89 Gladstone Ave., Westmount. Gilpin, Helen, 145 Bishop St., Montreal. Grant, Catherine, 16 Chelsea Place, Montreal. . Grant, Mary, 16 Chelsea Place, Montreal. Green, Phyllis, 36 Vendome Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. GuDEWiLL, Lascelles, Ritz; Carlton Hotel, Montreal. GuRD, Alice, 426 Mackay St., Montreal. H Hand, Marion, i Douglas Ave., Westmount. Hargrave, Heather, 48 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal (Apt. 18). Harley, Marjorie, 316 West 94th St., New York, U.S.A. Harvey ' Jellie, Doreen, 483 Elm Ave., Westmount. Hayden, Barbara, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Road, Notre Dame de Grace. Hayden, Dorothy, 1197 Cote St. Antoine Road, Notre Dame de Grace. [88] Hayes, Cornelia, 35 Beloeil Ave., Outremont. Hearn, Muriel, 623 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Henry, Joan, 146 Crescent St., Montreal. Heward, Marguerite, 978 Tupper St., Montreal. Hill, Marianne, 409 Mackay St., Montreal. Hill, Margaret, 261 Clifton Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Hill, Mary, 4901 Lasalle Boulevard, Verdun. Howard, Alma, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Evelyn, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howard, Hazel, 372 Mountain St., Montreal. Howell, Beatrice, 572 Victoria Ave., Westmount. HoYT, Helen, hi Portland Ave., Mount Royal. Hurry, Betty, 236 Kensington Ave., Westmount. J Jaques, Bella, 233 Bishop St., Montreal. Johnson, Doris, Clapham, Quebec. Johnson, Margaret, Clapham, Quebec. Jordan, Betty, 144 Douglas Ave., Saint John, N.B. K Kennedy, Elizabeth, 4026 Tupper St., Montreal. L Laidly, Ruth, 5040 Park Ave., Montreal. Lamb, Doris, 455 Mackay St., Montreal. Lamb, Jean, 455 Mackay St., Montreal. Lane, Eleanor, it Parkside Place, Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Lang, Elsie, 2 Bishop St., Montreal. Langford, Eleanor, 827 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Languedoc, Jehanne, 4 McGregor St., Montreal. Languedoc, Mimi, 4 McGregor St., Montreal. Larminie, Greta, ii Springfield Ave., Westmount. Laurie, Hope, 653 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Lockhart, Mary, 102 Fort St., Montreal. LuNDON, Florence, Canterbury, New Brunswick. Luther, Marie, Hudson Heights, Quebec. M Macalister, Jean, 23 Aberdeen St., Quebec. MacDonald, Isobel, 3257 Lanoraie St., Park Extension, Montreal. MacGregor, Charlotte, 87 Brock Ave., Montreal West. MacLaurin, Marion, 8 St. Maurice St., Three Rivers, Quebec. MacWilliam, Muriel, 310 Mountain St., Montreal. Main, Aidrie, 598 Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. Marriot, Helen, 440 Mt. Stephen Ave., Westmount. Massey, Ruth, 2 Tower Ave., Montreal. McBride, Eleanor, 638 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. McEwEN, Margaret, 604 Carleton Ave., Westmount. McGowN, Jean, 4 Burton Ave., Westmount. McKay, Barbara, 47 Linton Apts., Montreal. McKay, Jean, 10 Chelsea Place, Simpson St., Montreal. McMaster, Evelyn, 251 Kensington Ave., Westmount. Miner, Betty, 660 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. [89] Miner, Nora, 660 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Mitchell, Eileen, 718 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Mitchell, Patricia, 718 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. Mitchell, Pauline, 718 Sherbrooke St. West, Montreal. MoNCELLE, Marguerite, 47 Rosemount Ave., Westmount. MowAT, Lorraine, 246 Carleton Ave., Westmount. MuDGE, Betty, 29 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Mullen, Catherine, 205 Mansfield St., Montreal. Murray, Margaret, 51 Belvidere Road, Westmount MussELL, Constance, 24 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. MussELL, Phyllis, 24 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. N NiEGHORN, Gertrude, 4878 Westmount Ave., Westmount. Newman, Peggy, 634 Sydenham Ave., Westmount. O Oliver, Peggy, 409 Drummond Apts., Drummond St., Montreal. P Patterson, Ruth, 4876 Westmount Ave., Westmount. P ASHLEY, Fred A JEAN, 607 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Payon, Marjorie, 610 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Peck, Barbara, 428 Clarke Ave., Westmount. Perry, Rosamund, Chambly Canton, P.Q. Peters, Jean, 216 Bishop St., Montreal. Peterson, Isabel, 303 Saskatchewan Crescent, Saskatoon, Sask. Powell, Elizabeth, 202 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Putnam, Kathleen, 223 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. R Racine, Marguerite, 205 Edgehill Road, Westmount. Renouf, Ethel, 524 Victoria Ave., Westmount. Reeves, Ruth, 686 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Ritchie, Edith, 571 University St., Montreal. Ritchie, Helen, 68 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Robbins, Lillian, 574 Durocher St., Outremont. Robinson, Catherine, 99 Crescent St., Montreal. Robinson, Doris, 629 Belgium Ave., Westmount. RoBiTAiLLE, Betty, i Rosemount Ave., Westmount. Ross, Carol, 206 Percival Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Rowley, Annie, Lake Edward, Quebec. Roy, Norma, 431 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. S Saunderson, Violet, 14 Melbourne Ave., Westmount. Scott, Isabel, 577 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. ScRiMGER, Jean, 85 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. Seely, Ruth, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seely, Margot, 14 Seaforth Ave., Montreal. Seidensticker, Katharine, 109 Sunnyside Ave., Westmount. Severs, Muriel, 726 Upper Lansdowne Ave., Westmount. [90] Shaw, Audrey, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Betty, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Helen, 205 St. Catherine Road, Outremont. Shaw, Helen, 4412 St. Catherine Street ' West, Westmount. Shepherd, Lilias, 105 St. Luke Street, Montreal. Simpson, Kathleen, 603 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Simpson, Ruth, 58 Metcalfe Street, Montreal. Slessor, Christeen, 1 10 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Smart, Janet, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Smith, Carolyn, Drummond Apts., Drummond St., Montreal. Stanfield, Kathryn, Truro, Nova Scotia. Stanley, Kathleen, 392 Harvard Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Stanway, Elizabeth, 637 Belmont Ave., Westmount. Stead, Pamela, 984 Comte St., Montreal. Stephen, Gertrude, 86 The Boulevard, Westmount. Stewart, Betty, 97 Drummond Apts., Drummond St., Montreal. Stewart, Vivian, 97 Drummond Apts., Drummond St., Montreal. Stewart, Margaret, 842 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Stocking, Nancy, 4038 Dorchester St. West, Westmount. Sullivan, Sheilagh, 70 Cedar Ave., Montreal. Sumner, Dorothy, 648 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Sumner, Margaret, 648 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. T Tatley, Blair, 45 Durocher St., Montreal. Taylor, Jean, 599 Roslyn Ave., Westmount. Thompson, Anna, 47 St. Mark Street, Montreal. TiRBUTT, Barbara, 7 Chelsea Place, Simpson St., Montreal. TooKE, Barbara, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKEj Elizabeth, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Gretchen, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Katherine, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. TooKE, Marjorie, 368 Mountain St., Montreal. Train, Elizabeth, 13 17 Bull St., Savannah, Georgia, U.S.A. Train, Mary, 13 17 Bull St., Savannah, Georgia, U.S.A. Truax, Maida, 812 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. Truax, Velma, 812 Cote St. Antoine Road, Westmount. TuRNBULL, Edith, Halifax, Nova Scotia. Tyre, Jean, 395 Marlowe Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. U Usher, Kathleen, 481 Oxford Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. V Vaughan, Betty, 91 The Boulevard, Westmount. W Walker, Joan, 50 Belvidere Road, Westmount. Walker, Vivian, 50 Belvidere Road, Westmount. Wallis, Marjorie, 239 Drummond St., Montreal. Ward, Dorothy, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. Ward, Lorraine, 112 Arlington Ave., Westmount. [91] Weaver, Jeannette, 6i6 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Wener, Gertrude, 91c The Chateau, Sherbrooke St., Montreal. Wilson, Marion, 643 Grosvenor Ave., Westmount. Wood, Betty, 4485 Sherbrooke St.. West, Westmount. Wood, Editha, 45 Royal Ave., Notre Dame de Grace. Wood, Kathryn, 201 The Boulevard, Westmount. Wright, Naomi, 39 Thornhill Ave., Westmount. Y Young, Florence, 15 Aberdeen Ave., Westmount. Z Zealand, Marian, 280 Park St. South, Hamilton, Ontario. Zinnstag, Doris, 4346 Westmount Ave., Westmount. I 92 I [93] Booksellers to Trafalgar Institute FOSTER BROWN CO. LIMITED Booksellers and Stationers E CARRY A COM- PLETE STOCK of all BOOKS USED at TRAFALGAR INSTITUTE New books received as published: Fiction, Biography, History, Travel, Poetry, the Drama, etc. A large stock of standard books always on hand dl 472 ST. CATHERINE STREET WEST Phones: Uptown ij i-jojS Frederic H. 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