Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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This season, long gloves for evening wear are fashionable, some in pastel colours to match the gowns, others white, and with a black frock rather short black gloves are smart. Hair is long, or longer, and softly waved. No more boyish bobs! Hats have brims again, although brimless ones are still worn. Jewelry is not so much modernistic as antique. Altogether the mode of 1930 is a graceful one, feminine in every way. And so, with longer skirts come different manners. A Frenchman said the other day, With long skirts, women will not think of discussing the same things as they did when their skirts were short. Dancing is slower, as one can ' t jazz in trailing skirts. And dance music is softer, not so blaring. Hence the popularity of Rudy Vallee. Books written long ago, in a sentimental age, are being read again. There was a revival of Charlotte Bronte ' s books in London this winter. We who have grown up after the war have never known a period of formality. So we enjoy the novelty of long skirts. But we hope that this romantic revival will not bring us back to the days of blushes and chaperones. And we rejoice in the freedom of our sports clothes, for skirts swishing around the feet get a little tiresome at times. Betty Stewart, Form Upper VI. o s Northern Lights Across the sky chameleon trails of light. In trembling peaks that ever fall and rise. Enlighten with their beams the drowsy skies, Dispel the peaceful darkness of the night, Arouse the lurking shadows, and make bright The gaudy city skyline; the light dies. And shadows fall, but once again our eyes Behold the dim last glory of their might. Then truly all is darkness; gone the glow Of everlasting mystery from the heav ' n. As quickly as an autumn leaf, wind-blown. And o ' er the earth the shadows braver grow. And that unveiled praise which is God ' given Returned from whence it came, to man unknown. Janet Cameron, Form Upper VI. Sonnet— The Sea I never gaze upon the stormy sea And watch the waters, foaming, wild and gray. But that I think of one tempestuous day When fiercest waves came dashing, black and free. Onward, with white-capped crests that seemed to be — As they came racing on into the bay — • Wild white horses; and though formed of spray They seemed alive, and broke incessantly. The sunset flamed in the Western sky All brilliant orange red and colours bold. And now the gentle crescent moon rides high. And turns the tranquil ocean into gold; The sky has darker grown, and stars so bright The velvet darkness pierce with points of light. Vivian Stewart, Form IVa. [23]

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Storm A low protesting murmur fills the air, As on the wind there comes the breath of storm. How fitfully the whispVing trees are swayed! How powerless they watch with growing dread The shapeless, changing clouds that send and whirl In maddened haste across the frowning sky , Like broken regiments who flee before The dark, relentless fury of the foe! The trembling aspens stagger in the gusts That shake the very oaks from crest to root. • — And now, for one still moment there is calm; A hushed, foreboding silence — then a roar. And with a mighty rush the storm descends: The rain beats down in frenzy unrestrained. The proud and haughty pines which once have stood. Accepting due obeisance from the trees Of lesser rank about them, now must bend In meek submission to their conqueror. And bowing, stooping, bending, they in turn Must pay their homage to a greater reign. The winds about them howl and mock their plight. Compelling all to kneel again before The victor, as he charges madly on To further conquests, and unrivaled power. Thither he departs, but in his wake Are heard the sighs and moans of conquered kings. Slowly then the sounds of tumult cease, And leave the vanquished, humble and subdued, To weep their grief in silent, glistening tears, And wait, disconsolate, the peace of night. Alice E. Johannsen, Form Upper VI. Enter Nineteen-Thirty WITH the drastic change in fashions this year, the manners also underwent a revolution. Just as a 1929 dress differs from a 1930 dress, so do 1929 manners differ from those of 1930. Last year skirts and hair were short and the boyish mode was fashionable. Now skirts and hair are long, and femininity is popular. Dresses today are fashioned on graceful, flowing lines, influenced by the Greek, mediaeval. Empire, Directoire, and even the much-ridiculed Victorian periods. And the frocks capture something from the charm of the past, although they adopt only the best features of these eras. All the dresses are longer and knees have disappeared. Sports dresses come just below the knee — let us hope they will never be longer — street clothes come about twelve inches from the ground, formal afternoon dresses just reveal the ankles, and evening gowns trail on the ground, some even boasting trains. Greek influence is shown in a gown of satin cut on classic lines, Empire in the high waist line and flowing lines of a soft chiffon dress, and a ruffled tulle frock with a huge bow at the back reminds one of the bustle of Victoria ' s day. [22]

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India ONCE upon a time there lived a good magician who wished to do something so great that it would be of lasting benefit to the world in times to come. After exploring for some time he came upon a bare slope of land and at once determined to make of this one of the most beautiful countries of the world. Accordingly he made great mountains of marvellous beauty across the north of this country, and to make them look even more perfect, he covered these peaks with snow so that when the sun shone down upon them before it set, it changed their snowy whiteness into the most glorious azure shades of an Eastern sunset, breath-taking wonders of orange and blood red, making the sky around look like a glowing, beautiful flame. He put great slow ' flowing rivers, dense jungles and barren deserts into this country too. Then he thought of filling the land with people. At first he put in white people like himself, but the sun burned them black, so he had to make all the other people black and light brown to match them. These people he taught how to make beautiful palaces, and wonderful gardens to live in; he showed them how to fashion brass and copper and silver into wonderful shapes, how to work beautiful embroideries and to paint on ivories. Then he left them to make a name for themselves and their country — India. Ann Sweeny, Form IVa. To the Sunset The dying sun glows, crimson, in the west; Another day is past, it seems to say: The tinged mountains rear their rugged crests And airy clouds bid their farewell to day. From far away the ocean can be heard. Its thund ' ring waves beating against the shore; And softly overhead, the twittering bird Is calling to his mate that work is o ' er. I, wondering, feel the breath of many forms, A rustling whisper, all about me, seems To call me to the dreamy realms where storms Mar not the beauty of the sun ' s last hours. Or blur the red sky ' s perfect azure glow Or dim the brightness of the Heavenly powers. Ann Sweeny, Form IVa. How Mortals Learned to Skate ONCE upon a time, in the land of eternal snow and winter, there lived three spirits, whose names were Fun, Energy and Health. At one time these spirits had been bubbling over with high spirits and laughter, but all at once everything had changed, and although they were still inseparable friends, they now wore an air of gloom and their merry voices were no longer heard in the land — no longer were they the ringleaders of every naughty prank or mischief. Everyone knew what was the matter, for they had never been gloomy before great King Winter had given out his cruel decree that no one who had not made themselves famous, at the same time rendering a lifelong service to the mortals who lived on the earth, could ever pass over the barrier of icicles and enter the beautiful palace, which stood surrounded by a misty grey haze I ' M I