Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

Page 32 text:

Our Pussy Cat We have a Persian pussy cat, Which rolls around, he is so fat. When I come home from school each day Our pussy ' s waiting there to play. His name is little tiny Fluff, And sometimes he is very rough. He has a warm, wee, fuzzy bed, In which he rests his little head. Grace Wurtele, Form Upper I. Some Day When I am old and getting grey. In Canada no more 111 stay. In England I would like to be, Living in a cottage by the sea. In the summer I ' ll sit on the sand And watch the ships come into land. My garden full of flowers will be. And a little table on which to have tea. In the winter by the fire I ' ll sit. With busy fingers I ' ll knit and knit. And think of Canada far away. Where blizzards and snowstorms rage all day. Helen Greenfield, Form II. Why Leaves Turn Red NE day a messenger came to the forest, with a message from the Frost King. It said that he was coming to visit the trees, in a little while. At once this made great excitement amongst the trees. They planned a meeting to discuss what they were going to wear. I think I shall wear a brown coat, said the oak. That will look very nice, said the poplar, but I think I shall keep my summer dress of green. Oh, dear! sighed the elm, If the Frost King does not hurry up, I will not have anything to wear, all my leaves are dropping off. During this time the maple had been silent but now she said I don ' t know what I ' ll wear! Oh you, laughed the oak, You have nothing to wear but your old green summer dress. The days sped on till the day before the king was expected to arrive. That night, when the maple went to sleep, she was very unhappy. A little fairy had overheard her conversation with the oak, and brought some more fairies to where the maple slept. Together they painted her leaves a beautiful bright scarlet. When she awoke, she was the envy of all the other trees. When the Frost King arrived he thought her the most beautiful tree he had ever seen. From that day to this, just before King Frost arrives, the maple dresses in her beautiful gown that the fairies gave her. Georgina Grier, Form II. [ 32 ]

Page 31 text:

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 ]

Page 33 text:

A-Sailin A grasshopper went sailing On a large green leaf one night, And he sailed down the river In the bright moonlight. And as he was a-sailing He met a little frog, Floating down the river On a pussywillow log. So he called out to the other, Won ' t you come and sail with me? And we ' ll float along together Until we reach the sea. ' ' So the frog his craft drew nearer, And he took a little leap, Landing on the hopper. And falling in a heap. But the little frog was heavy. And the leaflet was not strong. So it sank into the water. And they did not float for long. But the hopper was a swimmer. And the little frog was, too; So they swam across the river Till they reached a bank of blue. So let this be a lesson. If your b oat is very frail. Don ' t ask another to travel With you, when on a sail. Margaret Ross, Form Upper II. The Haunted Tree There is an awful haunted tree Which always gives a scare to me. And when I pass it by at night, It always gives me such a fright. It has some ghostly arms and long. And sings a weird and lonely song, It does not seem to like me there, That ' s why it gives me such a scare. Ruth de Laplante, Form II. My Ambition I wish I were a gypsy, I ' d like to hear the gypfies And never had a care. At night around the fire — I ' d roam the hills and woods Play their soft sweet music. Until the trees were bare. Of it, I ' d never tire. [ 33 ]