Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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tropical fish and also a small zoo. Then we went for a ride in a carriage over the narrow coral stone streets. The white-roofed houses in Bermuda are very quaint; they are made of limestone and painted pink or white and set among green cedar hills and gardens. Bicycles are extremely popular in Bermuda, cars being prohibited except for govern- ment purposes. The dazzling whiteness of house tops is not merely for effect. Roofs must be limewashed at least once a year because most householders receive their water supply from the rain that falls on them, and drains into covered tanks, frequently! inspected by health authorities. Far too soon we were again on our way to Nassau. Nassau a small Bahamian Island is especially noted for its famous Marine Gardens, which we went to see in glass bottomed boats. Afterwards we went swimming at Paradise Beach where the water is so clear, warm and such a gorgeous colour. As one enters the Nassau harbour, one particularly notices the small fishing boats which border the shore. Leaving Bermuda and Nassau far behind us, we at last arrived at Jamaica, the Pearl of the Antilles or the land of sunshine, banana and cocoa-nut trees. Jamaica is an attractive island with beautiful mountains and foliage. There are very few white people in Jamaica; many are coloured, and all the grocery stores and laundries are owned by Chinese. We took a glorious motor trip around the island visiting the old capital Spanish Town , then after climbing Mt. Diablo which is twelve thousand feet high, we reached Moneague, a little village buried in the mountains. Through Fern Gulley to Ocho Rios or Eight Rivers which is famous for its water falls and scenic beauty. Along the north shore passing many sugar estates, we finally reached Montego Bay, popular for its excellent bathing at Doctor ' s Cove . After driving sixty miles of narrow dirt roads up hill and down valley we at last arrived at Mandeville, a delightful village in the orange grove district. Hotel accommodations through the island are excel- lent. After staying two days in Mandeville we returned to Kingston to prepare for our homeward trip back to Boston. Our holiday was soon over and sadly we bade farewell to the island of flowers and sunshine, feeling that Jamaica, the Pearl of the Antilles was undoubtedly our choice. Molly Brown, Form Va, Barclay House. [31]

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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]

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GRANDMOTHER ' S PINK COAT WHEN I was about four years old my father decided to make some advanced medical studies at the universities in Budapest, Edinburgh and Vienna, and to take his family wit h him. Unfortunately I was too young to appreciate this and nothing remains in my memory of the years spent abroad except one event which stands out very clearly. It appears that when I was young I took great delight in the clothes of my elders and particularly in my grandmother ' s old-fashioned corsets, whose lacings and hooks fascinated me. Although I was allowed to try on other clothes occasionally, the corset was forbidden. One morning however the temptation was too great. I decided to carry off the pretty pink coat and, in order not to be seen, planned to put it on in the street. I quickly put on three sweaters because I remembered having been told somewhat vaguely that the coat was supposed to hold something in, and quietly took the corset and slipped out of the house. Soon I was proudly marching down the street in my new finery with the garters dragging in the dust, quite pleased with what I thought were the admiring glances at the amused passers by. But alas ! the nasty old policeman standing at the corner soon spied me and bundling me under one arm and the prized corsets under the other returned me in tears to my surprised family. Jean Donnelly, Form Va, Ross House. SEA-DREAMS Where the blue-green breakers dash Long white foam lines to the shore. Where on rocks the high waves splash Sparkling veils of foam, and roar Against their foot steadily: That is where I long to be. Where the waving grasses sway On the rolling dunes of sand. Where the quick sandpipers play On that distant golden strand Which meets with the noisy sea: That is where I long to be. Where the silver gull is seen. Winging o ' er the brilliant deep. Where the clouds slow-drifting dream. And the moon seems fast asleep, Where the sun makes gold the sea: That is where some day I ' ll be. Heather Campbell, Matric. I, Ross House. [32]