Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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' ' She took me with her to her school, And put me m a drawer, And soon again I was half ' full Of money less or more. But now that happy time is o ' er, And little I contain. Girls, please be kind and bring me more, Or I shall die of pain. 0 girls! take heed of this sad tale, And give the box some ease. 1 do not wish its health to fail, So mission money, please! Jean Harvie, Form IVb. The Battle of Thermopylae The mighty Persian host advanced. Some million men there were. They meant to take the whole of Greece And thus create a stir. But at Thermopylae they met Three hundred Spartans brave. Who did not mean to let them pass. And to them trouble gave. Their leader was Leonidas, A valiant man and true; He said to them, We do or die, We must not let them through! The Persians then they scoffed and said, The sun you will not see. Because of all the arrows Before which you will flee. But the Spartans bravely answered. While hacking at the foe, In the shade well therefore fight, And to you defiance throw! And though the Persians fought all day. The pass they could not take. Until a traitor showed them how The Spartan line to break. He led them round another way And when the day was done, The Spartans had made their last stand For not a man did run. And now although they Ve dead and gone And though their time is past, Yet through their daring bravery Their memory will last. Margot Seely, Form IVu.

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The Mission Box The mission box, both old and worn, That lies in IVb ' s room, Can tell a tale of things forlorn, A tale of woe and gloom. When I was new and bright, it said, I lived with two small boys. Much money then to me was paid. And I lived among their toys. I lived with them for many years. And with them oft did play, Until one day, despite my tears. They threw me right away. I had not long lain all alone In the cellar on a shelf. Before their sister, with a moan. Came and took me for herself. She had been made a Mission Rep. (Whatever that may be), She left me while she did her prep., Then turned and said to me, ' You are a shabby box, I know, But I guess you ' ll do all right. For I know iVe not a cent to blow On a new one, nice and bright ' . 1 5 1

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Nicknames of Famous Regiments SCHOOL and army life have many things in common, and, just as the popular fellow always has his nickname, so the good regiment is usually known by a title not to be found m any official publications. Regimental nicknames are many and varied, but almost of all them owe their origin to some interesting episode in the history of the particular unit. Mention the Cherry Pickers to a soldier, and he will know at once that you are talking of the nth Hussars, though he probably will not remember that the soubriquet dates from the days of the Peninsular War, when a detachment of the regiment was captured in a fruit garden. The Royal Scots boast the distinction of being the senior line regiment in the British Army. Their regimental records go back for nearly four hundred years, and the army knows them by the affectionate title of Pontius Pilate ' s Bodyguard. The Queen ' s Royal West Surrey Regiment has as irs badge the crest of the house of Bragan2;a, the Paschal Lamb. The regiment served under the famous Colonel Percey Kirke, both at Tangier and during the suppression of the rebellion under Monmouth in 1682 . The name of Percey Kirke was known throughout the West, for his vigorous and merciless methods, and the Queen ' s, in sly allusion to their badge and their former commander became known as Kirke ' s Lambs. Cleanliness and smartness are the keynotes of a soldier ' s life, and yet one regiment has every reason to be proud of its name, The Dirty Half Hundred. This apparently uncomplimentary title is bestowed on the Queen ' s Own Royal West Kent Regiment, which as the 50th Foot, fought with great distinction at Vimiera. Their tunics at that time had black facings, and it is recorded that the faces of the soldiers were so begrimed with powder, that they were as black as the collars and cuffs of their uniforms. A better known title is that of the Middlesex Regiment, The Diehards. Such stubborn valour did this regiment display at Albuera that after the battle only one officer and 168 other ranks survived out of a strength of over 600. Their commanding officer, Colonel Inglis, even in the thick of the battle, rallied his men with the cry, Die hard, men, die hard! and to this day the whole army commemorates their bravery by the simple tribute of those two words. Phyllis Green, Form IVa. Speedometer Thrills EARLY in the spring the call of the road begins to ring in the ears of motorists. Anyone who possesses a vehicle with four wheels and a motor — of sorts, may be included in the fraternity. The urge will not be quieted until with pride the owner discovers a road where he has the dis ' tinction of being the first one of the season to sink his car to the hubs in mud. There is something really fine in being the first to traverse some remote country road. It is at such times one has a fellow feeling for Christopher Columbus, Marco Polo, and other distinguished brethren of the profession. As the season advances, and the roads become smooth and hard, eager motorists penetrate every secluded lane, and one requires some new thrill to replace the joy of pioneering. This is found, in speed. Perhaps it begins with a long stretch of smooth, straight road, the owner ' s hand is drawn to the accelerator and the speedometer registers thirty. This is but a pleasant speed, yet it leads to worse; having once felt the lure of speed the seed of evil is planted. Again, the owner indulges in the love of speed, perhaps this time the speedometer ffickers over forty and it seems no harm would come if forty ' five were touched. These are dangerous thoughts and the owner realizes it. Severely he tries to repress them and decides to break the speed limit no longer. Alas, for the good intention of men, temptation proves too strong! Behind him the horn of a Packard Roadster sings contempt. The pride of the owner is stung. Move f 7 I