Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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Peace From far above the world we watch the night Come creeping o ' er the land — gentle and slow. We cannot hear the quiet river flow, Although we see it far away. The white Moon now begins to climb, and glimmer bright Upon the peaceful river down below. One tree doth wave its branches to and fro — Black — against the shaft of silver light. A gentle breeze goes whisp ' ring through the tree. As silently we sit upon the hill; For here with me is my own Mother dear. Over the world the moon looks lovingly; The night is very gentle, and so still ! I feel the peace of Heaven very near. Forrest Burt, Matric. I. Mrs. Euclid Makes a Proposition TN THE breakfast room of their house in the fashionable section of Athens, the famous square on the hypotenuse, Mrs. Euclid was waiting for her husband to bisect his grapefruit. My dearest, she said, I have a proposition to state. I hardly feel like it this morning, expostulated her spouse. Take a circle 12 inches in diameter, continued Mrs. Euclid, and round it construct a square. Divide the square into four equal parts, so that it will exactly coincide with the head I know, said Euclid wearily, you want one of those blame ' University Tams. ' You ' re going round it in a pretty circle. Describe the circle, said Mrs. Euclid haughtily. Describe it! said Euclid, Well, with the Acropolis Club as centre of your circle and Dionysius Marcus as the radius, with that young jacknape Marcus Tullius and his wife Ag Let us call them A and B, suggested Mrs. Euclid coldly. A and B, continued Mr. Euclid, is quite all right, but when A minus B goes to a night club its ' it ' s. You big rectangular stiff, screamed Mrs. Euclid, losing her temper. I try in all things to follow the straight line, remarked Mr. Euclid mildly. You do, agreed Mrs. Euclid, if a straight line can be de fined as the shortest distance between any two given points. Buy the hat if you like, blazed Mr. Euclid, but if the bill is produced ever so many times, I ' ll never meet it. — Epictetus. The Pirate Ship A gallant ship at anchor rode, A ship of golden hue; She danced and rode upon the waves. The waves of sparkling blue. Her crew for many years had been A band of pirates bold. And oft a priceless treasure had Been stored within her hold. While sailing on the Seven Seas, Her perils had been great; But these she always overcame. To sink was not her fate. [ 21 ]

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Help man the boats, the captain, cried, Too late we may not be. Men ' s sturdy courajije and their strength May save us from this sea. The mighty wind kept howHng round; The ship did rock and reel, Men ' s hearts with renewed life did beat, They worked with arms of steel. And closer, closer drew the ship Unto its certain end. The captain with both calm and poise His last command did send. And then, oh joy! the light revealed, Some lifeboats in the foam. Quick, throw a rope, the captain cried, For we may yet reach home. The ropes are caught, the boats arrive. The men are safe inside; When all at once a noise goes up, The ship has met the tide. The sun arose both bright and clear. And on a shimmering wave. With tear ' dimmed eyes we saw the cap. Of our old captain brave. Ruth Mallory, Form IIIa. A Trip Round the World a Hundred Years Hence VT TE WERE invited to a party in Tokio on Friday, so we decided to spend the week ' endona tour around the world. We had just bought a new ' plane, as it used to be called, equipped with all modern conveniences. It had a better television set and we could keep more easily in touch with home. The ' plane was absolutely storm ' proof and of course, ran itself with only a little help now and then with the steering. It had also a telescope, through which we could view the scenery easily and comfortably. We started on Friday morning from London and proceeded leisurely to Switzerland which we reached in half an hour. We spent a few hours there skiing. Skiing is not at all like it used to be. I have heard that people long ago, had to drag their skiis themselves up the hill, which must have been very tiresome. To ' day we slide up by electric current. We lunched at an air-drome in the Indian Ocean and met some friends who were going to a dinner in New York. We reached Tokio in time for the party. After it we went to bed and crossed the Pacific Ocean. A rather severe storm sprang up in the night but we did not know about it until we awoke. Finding ourselves at San Francisco we decided to have lunch there. It is a very noisy city, for it hao automatic speaking advertisements which shout about the merits of their products from morn till night. But the city has a very convenient means of transport by air railways. You get into a little carriage, press on a button the name of the street you wish to go to and the carriage very rapidly takes you there. We spent the afternoon crossing the United States very enjoyably, watching on our television set, a play which was being acted in London. New York is very fascinating with all its skyscrapers, theatres and stores. So, meeting some friends, we were only too glad to stay with them for the day. That night we crossed the Atlantic Ocean and arrived in London in time for breakfast, having completed the journey in just three days. Peggy Tyndale, Form IIIb. [ 20 ]

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A phantom in the broiling seas — A phantom in a chase — She took from every captured ship Rich hauls of silk and lace. And none who ever sailed the seas Could guess she hid from sight A crew, with knives and pistols armed, The boldest to affright. But once they fell upon a ship Whose strength they underrated; The lawless band was broken up, Their ship was confiscated. Her anchor ne ' er shall rise again; Her days are waning fast; A relic of a bygone age — A glory that is past. Barbara Ward, Form 4A. The Spell of Autumn NE autumn day in the grimy, shadowy alleys of a pitifully poor district, excitement relieved the drab monotony of life. A crowd of young street urchins could be seen clustering around a ramshackle bus with Carefree Farm printed on the side in large gold lettering. At last the more civiHzed world had penetrated into the hideous maze of alleys; a candle flame in a dark world. A small church of the neighborhood sent out a few buses each month for the poorest and weakest children. These buses were bound for the country. Janet Mark climbed into the bus this day with rather a dazed expression in her deep, sorrowful eyes. Soon she would realize that she was bound for the wide, open spaces that she vaguely knew existed. She was a favourite among the children and as she drove off there were many smiles of farewell on the faces she knew to be so often listless or angry. There were many children in the bus with her. Some had been on the trip before, and looked forward to it eagerly. As the car reached the outskirts of the city, houses became less and less frequent and the fields of ripening grain and pumpkins lay along either side of the road with an occasional tree flaunting its autumn tints. As night drew on, the car entered a deep forest, the freshness of which Janet drank in with a wholesome appetite. At last the car reached the camp and Janet was put up for the night in a small, refreshingly clean cabin which smelled of spruce boughs and the woods. She woke in the morning and looked out of her window. The forest lay before her in flecks of gold, green, and living fire. Janet dressed hurriedly and ran out into the beckoning colours. She followed the road with the red and gold dancing before her eyes. Her feet were light and she felt free; a gypsy maiden, and these were the gypsy queens, these resplendent trees. She sat down to rest and gaze at the autumn finery, till a rabbit, hopping by in search of food, reminded her that the feast of her eyes alone could not assuage her hunger, and she ran back to camp, eager and glowing. She visited the forest many times during her stay at the camp and on leaving took with her a precious bunch of tinted leaves, the last of many, feeling that her shabby, city home would be brightened by them. Janet arrived in the city late at night, the familiar streets dark and strangely forbidding, the house narrow and confining. She carefully put the leaves in an old vase, and put them by her grandmother ' s bed. But, alas! In the morning the leaves had lost their splendour. They were a dull, lifeless, crumpled brown! Janet pondered over this for many days. On one of the few days when it was her luck to attend the neighborhood school, she saw in the art room, a painting I 22 I