Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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 ]

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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 ]

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And when the autumn comes, A gypsy free and wild, Our caravan we ' d pack, Is what Td like to be. And to a wanner land we ' d go, The wild life of a gypsy. In summer we ' d come back. Is the perfect life for me. Amy B. Davis, Upper II. The Vision The Indian was angry, as he ran to the top of the hill. The horrid old white man chased him, for he was angrier still: When they had reached the summit, they stood and faced each other; Then, as they were about to strike; along did come their father. He came in a blessed vision of wonderfully beautiful glory, It changed them both in soul and made them terribly sorry : Then up did speak the vision, in a soft and kindly voice, Oh, calm thy wicked angers. Take goodness for thy choice. Then, as the vision vanished, both red and white man knelt. L. Berens, Upper I. The Monkey You mischievous little monkey, Why are you climbing so? Mischievous little monkey. Where are you bound to go! I ' m going home to my wife. And all my children three, Said the mischievous little monkey. As he scampered away from me. Grace Gibbs, Upper Form I. A Walk One day as I was walking, I saw the birds and flowers, The birds were all a-singing, And the sun shone on the towers. And as I was returning, The shadows softly fell, The mission bells were ringing, All was peaceful in the dell. Barbara Wickes, Upper I. Frisky TT WAS a bright, crisp, wintry, Sunday afternoon. Up drew an automobile in front of the kennels. Two bright ' faced children jumped out of it, followed by their parents. They entered a long low building where the dog-man met them. Good afternoon, said he, What kind of dog would you like? A fox ' terrier? He opened one of the cages, and brought out a weeny little wire-haired terrier. Look at this cute little fellow, he said, putting the puppy on the floor. How small and pink and cold he looked! He shook with fright as he saw a great rat run across [ 34 1