Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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The telephone rang and Araminta ' s voice came over the wire. She ordered him to come down to the Httle shop they had been trying to sell for so long. She had made a sale. He went. Behind the counter stood Araminta in a blue smock. The sides of the store were covered with shelves on which many books had already appeared. Contented customers came and went. Araminta was at last in the atmosphere she had longed for. Araminta, her uncle said weakly, the Spmdkton Success Betty McCrory, Form IIIa. A Dream I had a dream the other night. When everything was still. How I look ' d out and there I saw Caesar upon a hill. I went right up and spoke to him And asked him what he thought. Then he in the insanest way Replied: Forget me not. And what of Farther Gaul? I said. Thinking he ' d speak to me. But all he did was look surprised And climb right up a tree. Just then I realized, of course, ' Twas Latin I must speak. But in some most unlucky way All I could say was, Die. With this he turn ' d to me and smifd And said, Dixisti male; And with another smile he left. Saying sweetly, Vale. I sorrowed much to see him go And said, This io no joke; But as I did so — lo, behold, I suddenly awoke. Nancy Murray, Form Upper V2. Ancient History The first thing that I think I learnt, Was when the town of Athens burnt. And secondly when Sparta led And soldiers fought and then they bled. The rise of Thebes came next, I think. But then that soon began to sink. And now strong Macedon arose And kept the nation on its toes. But Macedon was soon to fall. For one man cannot rule o ' er all. [ 21 ]

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striking an impenetrable brick wall. This lessens my speed considerably; but my fright of receiving another bad mark, on the charge of being late for the sixth time during the last month, overcomes all other obstacles and I reach my destination just in time to change and sneak into the classroom to the echoing strains of the last bell. While lining up for prayers I snatch a few last glimpses at my Latin homework (which never ceases to cause me endless worry). Prayers for me are spent largely in thanking the Lord for helping me to have courage enough to attend Monday Morning School. Phyllis Henry, Form IVa. The Sea ' s Vengeance The waves dashed on the rocky shore, Flinging their spray on high; The seagulls swooped in sudden fright As lightning filled the sky. The wind howled in mournful glee, Mocking a staggering ship As it tossed and rolled on a billowy sea, ' Twas merciless in its grip. The wind died down to a sighing breeze And the sky became clear and blue, But never again would be seen that ship Nor any of her crew. Dorothy Brooks, Form IVa. The Spindleton Success A RAMINTA sat opposite her uncle, pouring out his weak tea for him as he scanned the daily paper with his short-sighted eyes. This was one of the few moments in his busy, hopeless day in which he could escape from the world that sneered at him. In the business world he was decidedly not a success. The Spindleton family had never been successful. They never could be. He sighed, put down the paper and gazed steadfastly at Araminta. Well, my child, since you have stopped college, have you decided on a profession? Araminta had. Secretly she had always longed to find a profession in which she could break the old family traditions; in which she could be a success! She had not told her uncle. She knew he would only shake his head sadly at her. He was used to the ways of the grasping world. No Spindleton could ever be a success. Araminta knew differently. The other day, as she was sitting in the train, she noticed uncomfortably that the eyes of the woman across the aisle had held her under close scrutiny for some minutes. Suddenly she spoke to Araminta. You are Miss Cleopatra Winebold, are you not? she had asked the confused Araminta. Araminta flatly denied it. Just another slip of recognition. She had laughed at the absurd name. It was even worse than her own! Then, when reading the morning paper the secret was unfolded. The woman had evidently been a very ambitious newspaper reporter. In the news column Araminta found her own rather plain face. Under it was printed the name of Miss Cleopatra Winebold, the noted authoress. Tired of the public eye, she had been abroad traveling. The report stated that she had lately been found in America, in a train bound for Montreal. Araminta was like her in practically every feature. If Cleopatra had been a success, Araminta would be. She had quite a small fortune saved up from the money she had saved for the four years college she could not go through with. With this money she would Araminta ' s uncle returned from some futile business trip to an empty house. He was seldom confused. Araminta was seldom out. I 20 ]

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0 woe, Tve left poor Persia out! 1 quite forgot what came about. Now let me think, when Darius died Alexander came, there to abide. And next the Roman troubles came, And then the world went on again. June Davis, Form IIIa. The Spectator Club of the Twentieth Century ' HERE are many members of our club who are dignified, but of all our august assembly the most dignified is Mr. Roger Moreland. He is very tall and thin, with white hair brushed back from a lofty intelligent forehead. But it is his hands that really stamp him for what he is, for they are very long white hands with sensitive fingers tapering at the ends, while the dead white moons stand out on the almond shaped nails, proclaiming noiselessly that their owner is an aristocrat in every sense of the word. The Morelands are a very old family who were given grants of land in practically every country in the British Empire. They always were wealthy, and although there is a rumour that that wealth has flown, I do not think that our fellow member, who is the last of this honourable house, will ever come to want. He lives in a huge lonesome house on the top of the mountain, and although it is forbidding from the outside, yet inside there is an invaluable library to which the present owner has greatly contributed, for he is a connoisseur in books. Then there is the picture gallery with generations of Morelands, and throughout all the rooms and corridors are wonderful paintings and vases that have been culled from all corners of the earth by the present Mr. Moreland. As for his treatment of others, he is an aristocrat and never forgets it, and although he says very little or nothing when there is an accident or a mistake is made, the waiters in the club are terrified of him. No one has ever seen him smile or betray any emotion, but I have heard that once a week he goes to the Crippled Children ' s Hospital and is a loving, sympathetic father to all of them. Captain Sidney is without doubt the most handsome of us. He is tall, with a commanding military carriage, fair hair that is going grey at the temples and, above his well ' Cut stubborn mouth, a little fair moustache. He is at his best in the conventional dinner jacket, with his fair hair and tanned skin, and his medals and ribbons, and with his delightful speaking voice. Everyone that does not know him is very impressed. But judging him by ordinary standards, he is a failure. For one thing he is a parasite, leaning on his elder brother for support, and the brother is not at all wealthy but he is very generous. Captain Sidney drinks heavily and this can be seen in the lines in his face and the dark bags under his eyes. He also gambles, but this and his many other faults are forgiven him because he is a war ' wreck; he did most certainly have a bad time overseas, having been gassed twice, and finally a piece of shrapnel piercing his cheek went up past his eye and is lodged in the base of the brain. He was a very nervous, highstrung youth before he went to the war and the sights he saw there have just burned themselves on his memory, and the only way he can get relief from these sights is by drowning them in drink, which he does regularly every night. We all feel sorry for him because he has such a pleasing personality and would have been a brilliant diplomat, if only he had not allowed the war to conquer him. Other men went through the same baptism of fire and it nearly drove them mad also, but they fought down the feeling and are now self ' respecting citizens and doubly ' ' men. It is to be regretted that Captain Sidney was too weak to fight anC conquer the same thing. One of the most successful business men is Mr. Langton. He is fairly tall, inclined to plump- ness, with a bald head and a fat, merry face. Success is written all over him, as it well might be, for he is head of one of the largest iron factories in the country and he started in the iron business as a puddler, working his way up to his present position. He married when he was still a poor man and the only child of this marriage is a tall young man who is just a younger reproduction of his father — in looks. I say in looks, because Mr. Langton is giving his son every advantage, good [ 22 ]