Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Closing Day (With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson) The end of school has come at last, Exams, are mem Vies of the past; And all the girls in chorus sing : Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! To school and classroom, house and lawn, The courts that we play tennis on, To gym. where basket-balls we fling, Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! And fare you well for evermore, O table by the cloakroom door, O morning prayers where hymns we sing, Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! Clang! goes the gong, and off we go To join the creeping line below, j Our arms about our chums we fling, Good ' bye, good ' bye, to everything! Sallie Ward, Form IIIa. Home O Home! it is a pleasing thought indeed, The thought of cheerful firesides, warm and bright. And blazing logs, and soft and ruddy light; And children who know not the pangs of need. But gather ' round the fire, and do not heed The cold, hard ' driven snow, that through the night Does, wildly raging in its swirling flight, Bend the great branches as it would a reed. But there are homes in this dark world of ours. Where, through the thin and trembling walls frosts creep All through night ' s dread cold, and shadowy hours To where the fire that never high did leap Now strives to warm the chilly air, and fails; But even here a sense of home prevails. Alma Howard. ti, i • -1. iipw r ' r)irtl ' l ' , ummk i f 3II

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Tuesdays and Fridays at 8.30 a.m. Ach Himmel! Es ist ten past eight, Wo ist mein deutsches Buch? Mein Lesebuch ist nicht hier auch, Viellent Til be verspat. But no, I ran to school pell ' mell. And met Johanna at the gate; Said she, We ' re not so very late, Warum gehen sie so schnell? Florence Bell, Form Upper VI. To the Foolish Virgins (By one of them) When little wisps come straggling down. And bobbiC ' pins ' are scattered round. Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. When people call you some new name. And make remarks about your mane. Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. When you are told your hair ' s a sight And it will never look quite right, Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. But think of all the joy to come When you can do it in a bun. Grin, girls, for it won ' t be long now. Margaret Bell, Form Upper VI. r o 7-«o Our Hero A guardian of our great white way, The cynosure of worried eyes. An instigation of sweet sighs; The one whose word we must obey. Oftimes that word he does not say. When angels pass in driver ' s guise; But sometimes he is much too wise, Then flying angels have to pay. Our hero ' s eyes are merry blue, His waist ' line measures four feet two; From standing, large his feet have grown, But best of all, our hero ' s known From Montreal unto Japan; Our hero is a policeman. Marjorie Millar, Form Upper V. I 30 I

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Canada Divided by mountains, by prairie, and lake, Three thousand miles of domain. Welded by loyalty, no storm shall shake. United the town and the plain. Wealth of the forest, the mine, and the field, Riches in manhood and youth, O er all the Dominion their power they wield. As one nation for honour and truth. Strong as the silent hills of the west, Deep as the inland sea. Fragrant and lofty as pines on the crest Be our love and devotion to thee. Jean Taylor, Form Upper V. Sir John A. Macdonald The time was fraught with sadness and unrest. The strife of which extended o ' er the land; When from the ranks arose he to command, A man, whose greatness well endured the test. He saw the need of union, and confessed Divided we would fall, united stand; Then, using all his vigourous will, he planned And founded a dominion ever bless ' d. His name is reverenced now from shore to shore; This earnest plea for union brought him fame. He builded well foundations by his might For Canada, our land forever more — Though discords sometimes here have marred the strain These sixty years have proved that he was right. Margaret Dodds, Form Upper V. I 3 1