Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Flippety and Floppety Two Angora rabbits, who were living in a hutch, Decided that they really didn ' t like it very much. There wasn ' t anything to do, And they were tired of the view. Supposing that we Skippety, Said Floppety to Flippety! All around the wire pe n they hunted till they found A gentle little, pleasant little, hollow in the ground, And wriggled under one by one, And started road ' ward on the run. Well never, never stoppety! Said Flippety to Floppety. By the pretty garden where the salad lettuce grows. Floppy had a hungry little quiver in his nose, Because a nibble now and then Is welcomed by the wisest men — But that is Private Proppity! Said Flippety to Floppety. Once they found a cabbage leaf, and stopped to nibble there, But met an Angry Animal who gave them quite a scare. He didn ' t hesitate to tell He didn ' t like them very well, So, Let ' s make it slippity! Said Floppety to Flippety. Said Floppety to Flippety, That ' s just reminded me. That if we hurry home, we might have bread and milk for tea! I ' d like some milk to sippety, Said Floppety to Flippety. We ' ll drink it every droppity! Said Flippety to Floppety. Patricia Snell, Form Upper I. The First Touch of Spring What do we hear at the first touch of Spring? Why, we hear the gay robins beginning to sing. What do we see at the first touch of Spring? Why, the sweet crocus, whose ' s as gay as a king! The daffodil buds are beginning to come. And the old bumble bee is starting to hum ! The leaves on the trees, where the birdies do sing. Are turning bright green at the first touch of Spring. Marjorie Robinson, Form II. [ 30 1

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The Anti-Aircratt Gun TT WAS the Spring of iqi8, cool and sunny. In the distance could be heard the dull booming ot the guns, but otherwise all was quiet and peaceful. Suddenly the drone of an airplane broke the stillness, beconiing louder and louder. Flying at about seven hundred teet, a Sopwith ' ' camel came into view. It landed on lUh Squadron ' s tarmac and Peter Drew leapt out. He made his report to his commanding officer, and then made his way to his quarters. Just taking a bite to eat and a cup of hot cotfee, he threw himself down cn hi,- bunk after taking off his helmet and goggles. He had only been asleep for about twenty minutes when his mechanic rushed in, rousing him. He told Peter that the captain wanted him. Peter got up, found Captain Gefferson and s aluted. Drew, you are to go up for observation work at once, said Captain Gefferson. Take the camel ' and try and find the position of the enemy anti-aircraft gun somewhere near Remington Woods. Yes, sir, answered Peter, saluting again, and ran off. Five minutes later a biplane rose gracefully into the air. In it was seated, grim-mouthed and tense, Peter Drew. He mounted higher and higher towards the ceiling ot clouds. When he was a thousand feet up he turned the nose of his plane west towards Remington. At last he reached his destination and flying lower, until he was five hundred feet from the ground, he took out his glasses and scanned the surrounding country. Suddenly he caught a glimmer of something to his left. Banking, he flew towards it, descending until he was only three hundred feet above the woods and that gleaming object. Looking more closely he saw that he had found what he had been seeking. Taking out his especially fitted camera he snapped several pictvires of it. Then banking again he rose steadily upwards. All at once the instrument board in front of him was shattered. Glancing up and behind he saw an enemy machine, clinging to the tail of the camel and trying for a fatal shot with his machine-gun. Peter tried banking and twisting, and at last his opponent was off his tail. Looping, Drew found himself above the tail of his enemy; looking through the sights of his gun he saw the black cross on the plane. He pressed the trigger, but the German had made a wonderful Immelman turn, and so eluded Peter. Suddenly he realized he was heading into enemy territory; so, banking, he was at last headed towards home as he knew he must get those vitally important pictures back to the ' drome. Peter must act quickly for at that moment he realized that his enemy was on his tail again. Pretending he had been hit he let the plane go into a falling leaf, the wind screaming through the stunts and ailerons he watched the earth rushing up to meet him. When just over two hundred feet he flattened out and zoomed upwards, but the German had not been tricked into following him down, and was now giving chase and firing incessantly at Peter. Peter suddenly heard his engine splutter and stop; he kicked hard at the rudder bar and pulled at the joy-stick, but all to no avail; the engine had been hit. So, unstrapping himself, testing the straps of his parachute, he climbed out onto his wing. Walking along to the end he jumped and counted ten, and pulled the ring, his heart in his mouth the while. Hurtling through space he wondered w hether the ' chute would open. After a seemingly long time the tiny pilot ' chute came out, pulling after it the large one. Five minutes later he had landed safely. Crawling on all fours, standing upright and making a dash for cover or lying prone in the mud or tall grass, he progressed. After lying for about thirty seconds, while a German passed by, he saw before him an airdrome. It was night-time so he had not very much difficulty crawling closer. He saw an airplane with its engine running and only one mechanic beside it. He therefore leapt up, taking the mechanic unawares he knocked him down and leapt into the pilot ' s seat of the plane. Taxiing along the ground, not taking any notice of the shouting men, the plane rose into the air and headed towards home and safety. Half-an-hour later, over the airdrome of 1 3th Squadron, an enemy plane circled. Although it was night-time everyone saw it, as a Very light had soared skywards from the airplane: the signal that the occupant needed the landing lights. The anti-aircraft gunners manned their guns, ready if the German machine tried to do any harm. To the surprise of everyone the plane made a beautiful landing on the field. A figure leapt out and came running towards them. A burst of cheering came from the throats of the forty men gathered around as they recognized Peter Drew and knew by the joy expressed on his face that he had succeeded! t t- tt tt Jane Seely, Form Upper 11. 1 29 ]

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The Happiest Season Spring is the nicest season of all. Much nicer than Summer, Winter or Fall. The little green buds appear on the trees And warmer grows the gentle hreei e. The sap flows fast and the grass grows g reen, The tlowers are the prettiest ever seen; The little birds sit on the trees and sing, The happiest season of all is Spring. Georgina Grier, Form Upper I. Spring Song Spring, yes, lovely Spring is here, Now the sky is once more clear; Birds sing merrily above And all the world seem full of love. Flowers spring above the earth. Children laugh and play with mirth; Trees begin to bud in May And grass grows greener every day. Daffies nodding in the bree:e, Snowdrops growing round the trees; Everything seems free from care Just because Spring ' s in the air. Betty Ward, Form Upper I. The Fairies of England You could see the fairies of England if you only tried, Just shut your eyes and think, and away your thoughts would glide To a little Elfin village watered by the tide And little mushroom houses where from dangers they do hide. Each fairy has a rose-petal skirt, and a peach ' skin coat, The tide is high in Elfland, so each must have a boat Of half a walnut shell, and a large leaf as a sail; But they never go far away, because their boat is frail. They rejoice when the winter comes, and are ever so glad, For they love to float on snow-flakes, it ' s their latest fad To be carried by the wind to another warm land. Where they meet with the Brownies and dance hand in hand. Amy B. Davis, Form II. [ 31 ]