Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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SAILING The bow cuts through the foamy waves As billowy clouds roll by: The massive sails reflect the sun. The wind is blowing high — Through oceans rough, my vessel glides, With water splashing o ' er her sides. The sky is of an azure blue. The sails so fresh and clean; It makes me want to sail for ' aye Amidst the glorious sheen. We sail along through salty spray To distant countries far away. Mary Holden, Form Va, Riddell House. TOO LONG . When I can watch a sunset, And casually, ' Vivid ' ! say. When I can see a sunrise. And merely call it ' day ' , When I can see a star fall. And think ' Astronomy! ' I shall not want to live I shall not want to see. When I can think of mountains In terms of iron mines. When I can see a grape-vine And count the cost of wines. When I can see an oak-tree. And ask, ' How hard? How strong? ' Then I shall shout to Heaven, You ' ve let me live too long! Elsie Krug, Matric. I, Ross House. THE SUN-TAN CRAZE AFTER the summer holidays are over and we settle down to our winter duties, the subject of conversation for most people, is his or her newly acquired tan. It is the pride of his summer souvenirs, something to be remarked on and speculated about. Young and old all seem to have the desire, either openly or secretly, to become a beauti- ful golden-brown on their vacation. It seems a rather barbarous custom, to become brown in the sun and one that some [29]

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and copper mines of Noranda and Arntfield. From Rouyn we turned east across the Kenogeirs River, into the heart of the Pro- vince. The dense forests were broken in places by small clearings where log cabins and teams of oxen pulling out stumps of trees were occasionally seen. It almost seemed as if we had stepped back a hundred years and were watching our own ancestors find homes in the New Land. Soon we entered the great mineral belt and drove through the Cadillac mines and prospects. The O ' Brien gold mine ranks the highest in the district being fifteen hundred feet deep and having some of the highest grade ore known. A large wire fence sur- rounds the buildings and people can only enter through guarded gates by special permit. The miners here are forced to change their clothes and take shower-baths before they leave the premises in case what is known as high grading — or the stealing of gold — should be practised. From the Cadillacs the road led to the town of Malartic situated where three years before grew uncut timber. The whole country is now punctured with diamond drills. Working at the rate of eight feet per day these drills bore hundreds of feet into the earth and send up a rock ore which is assayed for gold. At present there are three mines around the town — the Canadian, Sladen and East Malartic gold mines. This group of mines was the one with which we became most familiar since we visited it several times, were shown through its numerous buildings and had the privilege of dining with the staff of the East Malartic in their official dining room. Twenty miles east of Malartic, across the great rolling Thompson River, is the town of Val D ' Or which we made the headquarters of our trip. The first building lot was sold on August 1st, 1934; now it is a large commercial town, with an ever increasing population, exceedingly cosmopolitan and extremely busy. Adjoining it is the lovely little town of Bourlamaque with its wide straight streets, grassy lawns and picturesque homes. The gold mine here ranks next to O ' Brien Cadillac in high grade ore. Surrounding Val D ' Or are several mines. The Sisco , located on a beautiful island in the midst of a lake, was one of the first in the region to be opened. When Mr. Sisco, a Pole, sold it to its present owners, he stipulated that no Pole should ever be refused work in the Mine and consequently the garden-island has become a Polish retreat. The Siscoe Mines, although appealing strongly to the imagination, are however eclipsed in size and importance by the Perron group, the last mines which we were able to visit before turning homewards. The Northland ' s great need of communication with the outside world is being met by a railway, which was completed last autumn, from Montreal, through the entire district to Rouyn and by a section of the Trans-Canada highway which is expected to be opened this Spring. There is an atmosphere in the Northland which pervades everything; an atmos- phere of freshness, of youth and of adventure; an exhilarating, captivating spirit that enthralls everyone. It was with keen regret and high hopes for a speedy return that I said Farewell! to this wonderful Canadian North of ' golden ' promise. Allana Reid, Matriculation I, Barclay House. [28]

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people would look upon as inexplicable. Those few, then, have never seen, or admired the lovely olive skin of men and women of eastern countries, or that particular shade of dark skin that looks so well in evening clothes. It is true that the pink and white com- pexion of the English lady, with shoulders as of carved marble is in many ways as beautiful. But we seem to be a hardy race and the person of the lily-white complexion, in summer, is either anaemic or a sissy . So we live for hours in the hot sun, turning from side to side, as a marshmallow . is toasted, getting drowsier and drowsier until at length we fall asleep and wake up hours later just plain burned. However, there is no denying that a sun-tan improves many peoples ' appearances. The outdoor man and girl are in their element and many of their weaker cousins glow in a tan. The blonde who tans is greatly admired and envied. Then there are those who carry everything to an extreme, including their sun- bathing. These people are the kind we look at twice in the summer wondering whether they were born like that and once were pickannies. There is also the poor soul who goes through agonizing tortures in the summer just because she burns a lobster red without any semblance to a tan. These people spend a great deal of time, money and effort concocting various formulas to pour over them- selves while in the sun. In the end they just stay white, burn or freckle but at any rate spend most of the summer looking shiny and feeling sticky. Clothes manufacturers have taken advantage of this sun-tan craze and beach ensembles are becoming scantier and scantier. The girls used to tuck the shoulder straps of their swim suits back so they could tan evenly but now they do not have to bother as we have, of all things, strapless bathing suits. Each year there is so much less mate- rial, more detail to summer clothes, that many right thinking people are becoming worried. I wonder if someone should start a keeping- white campaign, would clothes cover more of the human body. It sounds plausible and what a boon it would be to those who do not tan ! Personally I am the poor soul who becomes a shiny red with a disgusting smatter of freckles covering the entire face. I am resigned to my fate now and do not even try to become fashionable, but instead, stay under beach umbrellas and explain, rather weakly, that at least I am being different. Marilyn G. Mechin, Matric. I, Barclay House. SOUTHWARD HO! AFTER a great deal of preparation and excitement we were at last on the boat at Boston. It was a dreary cold day with very little snow, and thousands of sea gulls gliding, soaring all around the ship. Before we knew it, the whistle had gone and all visitors ashore came over the microphone. Hurriedly our friends wished us a Bon Voyage , then we slowly sailed out to the Atlantic — to Bermuda followed by crying sea gulls. We arrived at Hamilton Harbour, Bermuda, the most northerly group of coral islands in the Atlantic, after two glorious days at sea. We spent a delightful day visiting the Aquarium, which has one of the world ' s largest and finest collection of marine [30]