Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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How the Donkey Got Its Long Ears The Lion gave each animal its name, And every one of them before him came. You shall be tiger, and you will be cat, And you shall be donkey, and you shall be rat. Again before him he had them come, And if they forgot their names they were dumb When the Donkey went past he quite forgot, He just stood there and thought, and thought. Then up jumped the Lion, and loudly he cried, ' ' Oh! you stupid beast! and the Donkey sighed. Then the Lion pulled his ears so hard. They stretched until they were a yard. Joy Thomson, Form Upper L Evening When the shadows of night come stealing. Through the dusk a bell comes pealing. Sleepy flowers close their eyes. Waiting for the sun to rise. Birds are flying home to rest. To the shelter of their nests; Sleepy children tired from play, Go to rest at close of day. All the world seems full of peace. When the noise of day does cease; Dreams of happy days to come. Greet the rising of the sun. Betty Ward, Form IL The Goldfish We have some Goldfish in our class. And they are in a nice big glass. They have such a lot of green That they can never quite be seen. We had to put a cover on Because, when out of school we ' d gone, Thomas, the cat, might come and see The Goldfish having a lively spree. And he might try to catch them, so! And then, where would our Goldfish go? Grace Gibbs, Form Upper L I I

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A Day in Mexico ' THE day dawned bright and clear. I awoke, with the cries of the flower-peddler, as he called out his tempting wares, which were, as you can imagine, many brilliantly coloured flowers. Many people stopped to buy an orchid or two, or a beautiful jasmine, for, I think, and perhaps rightly, that flowers add a lot, and mean a lot to a person in a summery country like this. I could not stay in bed long, for the cries of the fast-waking city, and the sound of the Indians, as they called out their good mornings, lured me out of bed. I was at the window a long time, gazing at their quaint costumes, and listening to their speech, which was very beautiful, as it was both musical and liquid. A greater part of the day was spent in sight-seeing in the beautiful City of Mexico. From several points of the city — the best being the golf course — we saw the two beautiful volcanoes. The higher, and more famous one was called Popocatepetal. I was surprised to see that this mountain looked like a man, while the other looked like a sleeping woman. Our guide told us there is a beautiful legend connected with them. Long, long ago, when Mexico had not been invaded by the white man, Mexico City was ruled by an Aztec King, of untold wealth. He was a good king, and loved by his subjects. He married a beautiful Indian girl, and brought her to his palace to live, the people were overjoyed. When an enemy tribe heard this they were very jealous, and decided to steal the princess away. Next day, when the king found her gone, he tried to send his men after her, but no one would go, for they all knew how dangerous the tribe were. At last the king decided to follow the route that the enemies had taken. On the way he found her, fainted away. He carried her back to the palace, and restored her to health, but while she was recovering he did not leave her once. When they both died, the volcanoes took these forms — a sleeping woman, and a man guarding over her — as a lesson to the people, that fidelity is one of the greatest virtues man can have. In the afternoon we went to the markets, to see some more wonders. The things they sold there, such as vanilla beans, pieces of sugar cane and live turkeys, were all new to me. I learned that if you want to buy a turkey, you point out the one you want. The seller then takes the turkey and kills it. This method seems to be rather terrible, but the people say it is the only way of getting them fresh. You can also have the live turkey of your choice. Then you must tie a string to its leg, and lead it to your home. There you tie it up, until its fatal hour. On the evening we went to the park and stayed in the lovely wooded portion, until it was too dark. Then we walked home through a long palm-walk, tired but happy, after one day of Mexican life. Ruth Mallory, Form IIIa. [ 29 ]

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A Trip to the West Indies TT 7 E SAILED on December 27th at night, on the Lady Haw ins. The weather was bad, and all storm signals were out, but as the captain had his orders to go we left at ten thirty. Before morning the ship was rolling terribly and we were all unable to get up. In fact, we were feeling rather sick and did not want to get up. The waves were so high that they broke right over the top of the ship and the captain told us that we were much safer in bed than anywhere else. We found out that even there we were not so safe, because the rivets that held our beds on the floor were torn away and the bed careered over to the door. We were very late arriving at Bermuda, but after spending a while on this beautiful island, we forget all about our terrible trip. The Crystal Caves were very interesting. There were fields and fields of lilies with a mar ' vellous scent. The winding roads on which were bicycles and carriages instead of motor cars, also attracted our attention. Nevis was the next island we came to. It was very quaint, and we went into the old church where Lord Nelson was married years and years ago. We had sea bathing at Antigua, the next stop, but could not go out far for fear of sharks. There was a lovely beach on which we gathered gorgeous shells. Trinidad was the next stop. It is a very large island, and there are many English people there. We drove to Pitch Lake where the asphalt comes from. No matter how much they take out it fills up again. The cocoanut groves here are very wonderful. We had to return to our steamer in a little motor boat for it was too shallow for the steamer to come in to shore. The weather was lovely now and on deck we played shuffleboard and many other games. There were many other islands that we stopped off at. Our most southerly port of call was Demerara. There we stayed for a few days. We had to have netting around us when we slept to keep us from getting malaria and elephantiasis. The latter is a disease caused by a small insect hardly visible. The leg, which it usually bites, swells up until it gets so big that one having the disease is able to get around only with great difficulty. The trip home was lovely. On the way I stopped off at Trinidad and bought a monkey, but to my disappointment it died when we reached cold weather at Saint John, N.B. I enjoyed the trip very much. It was all so very interesting and some day I hope to go again. Gloria Vaughan, Form II. Polly I have the sweetest lovely dolly. And her name is Little Polly. She wears a little dress you know And hats for her I often sew. She has a little pair of socks And she of course has many frocks For shoes she has a lovely pair And spectacles through which to stare. Grace Wurtele, Upper I. I 31 ]