Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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When we arrived in Canada it was Summer and the heat was terrific; we had never felt anything; like it hefore, hut we were tohl that it wouhl only be for a day or two. When it lasted for tliree or four weeks we heard that such a long spell was Exceptional . Tiien the Winter came; our friends told us that there were great blizzards and the pavements were piled so high with snow that you could not see over ihem. The first Winter seemed to us very mild and we were disappointed that there was not more snow. Again we were told that the Winter had been Exceptional . The next Summer was Exceptionally dry and there were many forest fires due to the dryness. This Winter has been very cold with lots of snow, and then they tell us that this is the worst Winter for forty years! Through all the year it seems that Exceptional weather continues — hot periods, cold, wet, dry until we are just longing to see a plain Canadian day, — if there is such a thing. On looking back, 1 remember some lovely holidays we spent in the country both in the Summer and the Winter — days when the sky would be blue and the air clear and we would walk or ski through the beautiful wooded trails passing perhaps a picturesque lake either frozen or deep blue. These might have been the typical Canadian days — but there was no one there to tell us. Denise Craig, Form IIIa., Ross House. THE SHEPHERD ' S PIPE 1 I saw a sky of cloudless blue, A grassy hill of joy, And ' midst the flowers of glorious hue. Amidst the sheep all wet with dew, I saw the shepherd boy. .3 1 say a wand because it made The mountain disappear, The sunny scene began to fade, I saw a coal-black Congo maid, A forest deep and drear. 5 I travelled, while the music sang. To covmtries west and east; Saw peaceful lands where church bells rang. Followed by China ' s mystic clang. And then the music ceased. 2 He sat upon a jutting rock, A crook was in his hand, But this he laid beside his flock, His pipe he took, he made it talk. And it became a wand. 4 The music changed and took me to A happy ballroom floor. The merry waltzers past me flew, Until the music wilder grew. And led me into war. 6 I saw again the cloudless blue. But on the grassy hill. The flowers wilted where they grew. The sheep were gone, the shepherd too, And all was deep and still. Barbara Brooics, Form Va, Fairley House. [19]

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Has any gratliiate r]islingiiisl)0(] herself in any way? Oh, yes! (larine Maekay is a nienilx-r of llie Senate and llie iirlele tvvifih outran the boys competing in a recent ski meet. The Senate! — Ski meet! What are some of your scliool activities? We have a ' gym ih-ni ' every March — I beg— A gymnastic (lemonslratiou - and a field day in May! Do you have Prayers each morning? Yes, Sir; in the gym — nasiuni. So puzzled and shot Red did he look tliat 1 hastened to add, But we don ' t wear our shorts to Prayers — He inquired with dignity, Do you live in the vicinity of the school . ' ' 1 realize how far out in the country it is — But, Mr. Ross, Simpson Street is not in the country — Simpson Street! he cried in italics. Yes, Lord Strathcona donated the necessary money on the condition that tlie site of your choice be abandoned and one chosen within the limits of Montreal. So ' Chalderton Lodge ' , once the home of Sir George Sim[»son was chosen and has since been added to. But the site you chose, Mr . Ross, is now well within the city limits. I pass it every day on the street car. Street car? Yes, that is our means of transportation. But after the war we are going to use helicopters, I think. Please don ' t look so unhappy, Mr. Ross. Our school has advanced with the times but we still have old fashioned things like Bible Study and bad marks and discipline. And we think of you often and are grateful, Mr. Ross. Please let me say ' thank you ' ! I looked up to smile at him; but he had gone. The organ was now pealing triumphantly and a thousand little melodies rever- berated throughout the church. The sun poured joyously through Mr. Ross ' window and although I had the impression that somewhere in Heaven there were bells ringing in response to this burst of happiness around me, I felt a little sad. Jane Hildebrand, Vb., Ross House. THE WEATHER WE hear a great deal about the English climate these days when there are so many ( aiuidians in England and they all write home about the weather. They say that the countryside is beautifid and that they are having a good time but — the Weather. They com |) lain about the rain and the fog and they say they do not see any sun in the Winter. So I have been trying to compare the weather here with the weather at home. But my dilliculty is that while I have a good idea what the English climate is like, 1 am not yc?t sure thai I have cvt r seen a normal (lanadian day although I have been here two arul a half years. I l» I

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ESCAPE TEFAN MULLER swayed from side to s ide uh his |)aia(lnjlc lloal i down. : was v somewliere over En[j;land, lie liad no idea where. He had h -en in a fifilitcr | lane escorting some bombers to the norlh of England, when his plane was hit by anti-airerafi fire. He knew the engines had been hit, and turned back, but the engines soon failed, and he had to jump. He landed witli a bump and was draggcnl a few yards before he managed to stop and free himself from the parachute. He folded it and hid it behind a bush: then looked about him. It was hilly country: the small hills looked large in the dark. He glanced at his watch — twenty past eleven. He decided to look for a house to get some food and clothes. As a good citizen of the Reich it was, of course, his duty to try to escape. He would make for the south coast. Luckily he could tell his direction from the stars, and even better, he could speak English with hardly a trace of accent. He walked along for a few minutes and soon saw a one story house nearby. He walked around it and saw two windows open. He stood outside one and, holding his breath, listened in silence. He thought he heard someone breathing, so he went to the other. All seemed silent. He climbed in noiselessly. His eyes are getting accustomed to the dark, and he could see that he was in a combination sitting and dining room. Two doors led off it. He opened one and saw that it led to the kitchen. That could be left till later. The other led into the hall, and in one corner he saw something that made his eyes gleam with delight — an overcoat. He slipped it on over his uniform, and was turning to go when he kicked something. He waited uneasily for a moment before he moved, then looking down he saw some boots. Of course, his army boots would give him away. He carried them out to the kitchen and put them on. Then he opened the icebox, and was amazed at what he saw — milk, butter, even a little cheese. He took a long drink of milk, stuffed the cheese in his pocket, and finding the breadbox, he took a loaf of bread. Then he climbed out of the window again. As he walked down the road he estimated his chances. His luck had held well so far. With something over his uniform he had a good chance of getting to the coast, anyway. He walked along for hours. At four-thirty it began to get light, so seeing some woods nearby, Miiller made for them. He found some natural cover, where some bushes overhung a stream. He took a drink of water and some bread and cheese, and lay down to sleep through the day. M was awakened toward noon. He lay still for a minute, hardly knowing where he was. Then he heard hoys ' voices, and two boys about ten years old came into sight, paddling in tin; slream. I 20 I