Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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 «

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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]

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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]