Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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A Dog ' s Idea of Heaven Last night I went to heaven. To that great land atar; In the party there were seven. Each rode upon a star. We travelled very quickly, Till we came near the gate; We then jumped off abruptly, Each one his place to take. The gate was made of mutton bones. Large owls upon the posts; And cats of many different tones, Which all resembled ghosts. Then when the gate was opened. Each walked m single file; It caused no slight commotion, When we stepped on steak instead of tile. The trees were made ot candy canes, Old slipper; tor their leaves; And balls with various coloured veins That we could chew and squeeze. The houses there were very small. With only a tiny door; While lump,- ot sugar made the wall, And sponge cake formed the floor. The hills were made of pink ice-cream. The streams ot water clear; Which made a very pleasant scene. With biscuits in the rear. The valleys there were full of mud, Where we our bones could hide; The bridges they were built of eggs. With sausage they were tied. Oh dear ! oh me ! Where can I be? The clock has just struck seven; The star has fled, why Tm in bed. With only a vision of heaven. You ask me my idea of heaven, Though the vision is all very clear; But I think this home is a heaven. With my little mistress near. Dorothy Brown, Form IVa. The Brief Visit of The Royal Scot to Hudson A FEW DAYS before The Royal Scot (the Scotch express train that is visiting Canada) was to leave on her maiden trip across Canada and the United States to Chicago, to be exhibited at the Century of Progress Exposition to be held in the summer, we heard that she was going to pass through Hudson (about forty miles from Montreal) on her way to Ottawa on May the second at eight o ' clock in the morning. This afforded a great deal of excitement among the inhabitants, I can assure you, until the great day arrived. On the eventful morning, therefore, we all went down to the station in good time. There were cars full of people and the platform also was quite crowded, because a number of people go to Montreal on the eight o ' clock train, I among them. Presently we heard the toot of a seemingly tiny tin whistle, and along came The Royal Scot, very slowly, in all her glory of shining new paint and nickel. Just as she stopped, the bright brass bell hung down near the cow-catcher clanged a greeting. When she stopped, we all walked up and down to see as much of the inside as we could, and considering that she was not open for inspection, we got quite a good view. In the dining cars the menus, with the picture of a High- lander playing the bagpipes on them, were placed on the tables close to the windows so that all could see them. There were a few passengers cn board who looked very important. The engineer was a cheery Scotsman who asked us if we wouldn ' t like a ride. In a very few moments, with more clanging of the bell and blasts of the whistle, amidst cheers and good-byes, our visitor puffed her way out, our own train came in, and after climbing on board we speeded off in the opposite direction, wishing that the brief visit were not over and that The Royal Scot would come back soon again. JuANiTA Cronyn, Form Upper Vi. [ 25 ]

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Faithless The cavalcade of time goes slowly by, But the youth of to-day can never know What harvests others reaped, what they did aow. Men gave themselves to country, courage high; They went to war to fight, and stayed to die. And now in Flanders ' fields the poppies grow, Memorial to those who now lie low, Unheeded in the modern hue and cry. To ' day the face of man is sore harassed, He tells his tale of woe to every friend — Of luxuries foregone, of bills in store; He does not think someday it will be past. He does not to his task a shoulder lend. Nor keep the faith with those brave men of yore. Gary Horner, Form Upper VI. A Day in Bermuda UR steamer left Halifax on Monday, and Thursday morning I left my cabin for the first time. As I walked unsteadily along the narrow corridor I began to wish that I had remained in bed, but I could not help feeling ashamed of myself, so I resolved to walk around the deck once at least. It was a glorious morning. The sky was a bright blue and not a cloud was visible. Great white seagulls soared above the glimmering water and now and then swooped down as if to seize some prey, only to soar once more to a greater height. As I stood admiring these graceful creatures, my attention was attracted by some excited passengers, and in answer to my inquiries, I was informed that land had been sighted. I could hardly express my joy when I saw several small islands, and a few minutes later I realized that we were about to land on the largest and most beautiful island — great Bermuda. As I walked down the gangplank I received my first impressions of the much-advertised island, and I assure you they were not disappointing. The roade and buildings were made of white coral, and because of this I was obliged to purchase a pair of coloured glasses, as the reflection was great when the sun was shining. The town at which we landed was very small, so after I had visited some of the shops I decided to get a cab and go to the Grystal Gaves, which are some distance from the town. The cab which I hired was drawn by two black mares, and at my request the hood was lowered. I had intended to rent an auto, but I discovered that only bicycles and cabs were allowed on the island. As I drove slowly through the villages, groups of small children would run after the cab asking for pennies, and whenever I threw some to them there was a desperate struggle. After lunch I visited the Grystal Gaves, which were very interesting. My guide led me through a narrow corridor, the walls, floor and ceiling of which were made of limestone. Soon we entered a large cavern where peculiar white icicle-shaped objects hung from the ceiling and rose from the floor. My guide informed me that these were stalagmites and stalactites, formed by calcareous water dropping from the ceiling of the cavern. In one place these had joined, forming what resembled the pipes of an organ; and when they were gently tapped, a soft musical tune could be heard. Later in the afternoon I had tea at a small tea-room surrounded by fields of snow-white lilies. These lilies were the pride of Bermuda, and just before Easter they were sent to all parts of the world to adorn churches and cathedrals. As I watched the beautiful flowers swaying gently in the breeze, I imagined that I was on a lonely island and the fields of lilies formed a sea of foam- capped waves. While I rode slowly back to the ship I watched the sun sink into the depth of the horizon, and the few stray beams that lingered behind among the islands seemed as if they wished to remain, and I did not blame them, because that was my idea of the end of a perfect day. Betty Henry, Form IVa. [ 24 ]

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Ouelques Histoires Franchises La Reine Hedvige UN BEAU MATIN du mois d ' avril la reine Hedvige et ses dames sortirent du chateau royal de Waivel pour se rendre a Teglise. Les dames etaient vetues de belles robes, mais la reine etait vetue d ' une robe simple. Elles marchaient vite parce qu ' il faisait encore froid. Tout a coup la reine s ' arreta. Au bord du chemin il y avait un pauvre mendiant qui etait aveugle, et son manteau etait en guenilles. La reine dit: II nous faut le transporter au chateau . Mais personne ne voulait Taider. La reine se baissa et elle toucha le front du malheureux avec ses mains blanches. Tout a coup le mendiant disparut laissant dans les mains de la reine des roses blanches et rouges. Qui etait ce mendiant? Personne ne le sait ! Barbara Ward, Form IIIa. Les Jardins Suspendus de Babylone NABUCHODONOSOR, roi de Babylone, avait bati les jardins suspendus de Babylone pour sa femme favorite, la reine syrienne appelee Semiramis. Elle avait quitte son pays montagneux pour venir a Babylone, et elle s ' ennuyait dans la plaine. Elle regrettait la beaute des montagnes et a cause de cela, le roi Nabuchodonosor avait fait batir ces jardins. lis etaient faits en serie de balcons et de terrasses, et etaient remplis de belles fleurs. La couleur et le parfum des fleurs etaient merveilleux. II y avait aussi beaucoup d ' arbres charges de fruits. Sur la terrasse la plus haute, il y avait un grand reservoir et ce reservoir servait a arroser toute la vegetation. La splendeur de ces jardins etait extraordinaire, mais comme ils ont ete batis en Tan 2000 avant Jesus Christ, maintenant ils sont en ruines. Betty Henry, Form IVa. Le Vrai Heritier JULIAN etait le fils d ' un homme tres pauvre et sa mere etait morte. Un jour son pere tomba malade et mourut. Julian etait un pauvre petit orphelin, alors, seul dans Timmense monde. Un homme riche voit le pauvre petit et lui dit, Pauvre gar on. Tu n ' as rien a manger et pas de place pour dormir. Je vais t ' aider . Le brave homme le plaga dans une bonne famille qui lui donna une bonne education. Quand il quitta Fecole, son bienfaiteur le mit en apprentissage et quand il eut fini, il dit au ' tevoir a son bienfaiteur et alia voyager en France. Apres six ans, il revint a sa ville natale. 11 avait beaucoup voyage et avait beaucoup travaille, mais il n ' avait pas gagne beaucoup d ' argent. Naturellement il alia voir son bienfaiteur, mais, helas, le pauvre homme venait de mourir. La maison etait pleine d ' heritiers, qui etaient en colere, parce qu ' il ne leur avait pas laisse assez, d ' argent. Dans leur fureur, ils deciderent de vendre tout ce qui appartenait a leur oncle. Julian alia tristement a la vente et vit avec suprise et indignation qu ' ils vendaient tout, meme le portrait du mort. Julian acheta quelques objets mais avant tout le portrait. Julian emporta soigneusement le portrait dans sa petite chambre et soigneusement, il le sus ' pendit contre le mur par une ficelle. La ficelle etait bien petite et vieille et a cause de cela, le portrait tomba, parce qu ' il etait lourd. Le gargon etait triste, et voulut reparer le cadre qui etait casse. Pendant que Julian examinait le cadre, il trouva quelquechose d ' extraordinairccache dans le cadre, des diamants d ' un prix enorme! II y avait aussi un morceau de papier, sur lequel ces mots etaient ecrits, Je sais que mes heritiers ne m ' aiment pas. Ce portrait sera peut etre achete apres ma mort par quelqu ' une qui m ' aime. Ces diamants, je les lui donne ' Le papier etait signe du nom de son bienfaiteur. Immediatement il alia montrer ce qu ' il avait trouve aux heritiers, qui etaient bien furieux d ' avoir vendu le portrait de leur oncle. Personne ne put lui disputer son heritage. Dans sa bonte, il pensa aux pauvres petits orphelins de la ville comme lui, et batit une grande 1 26 ]