Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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again boarded electric conveyance. So home and to bed, which indeed did please me mightily. WEDNESDAY, MARCH 6th. Did arrive late at school this morning, having retired near midnight, after a mighty heroic struggle with Milton ' s Paradise Lost . Have lately developed a most unfortunate habit, that of continually asking my neighbour the time. Do mightily dislike this habit and am resolved to break myself of it. So home, and, after supper, did retire to my private closet to study my books. Did learn nothing more than I already had knowledge of. So to bed, mightily tired and befuddled in mind, longing for the coming week-end. Judy Smith, Form Va, Barclay House. THE DESTRUCTION OF NYLONS The shoppers came down like wolves on the store. For here they had heard there were stockings galore. And the gleam of their eyes was like stars on the sea As they reached for the Nylons on the counter by me. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is o ' er. Was the counter they left in the poor, battered store. Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown The clerks in that section lay winded and prone. And there was one clerk, distorted and dead With a bruise on her brow and with blood on her head; The counter was empty, the shoppers had gone. And so had the last of those stockings. Nylon. Elizabeth Brown, Form Junior VI, Gumming House. THOUGHTS OF A SIXTH FORMER As I sit here, trying to write at a hard wooden desk in the Sixth Form class room, my mind goes back through the years to the countless number of other times I have done exactly the same thing. This large, varnished green coloured desk no longer seems [24]

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AUTUMN In Spring, tlie trees are budding forth. The cohl. liarsh wind, eonie from tlie North, Has ceased. And all the foliage green Makes great tlie contrast to the scene In Autnmn. In Summer, birds and squirrels play. And do not hide themsehes away In iiollow trees the n hole ilay through As oft as the) were Nvont to do In Autmnn. In Winter everything is white. The snow reflects the sun ' s bright light, And skiing on a hill of snow Is something tluit you cannot do In AutuHMi. The dullest season of the year, When all the trees and shrubs are bare And wind doth through the branches sough And leaves are brown, is with us now In Autumn. Makgaket Wansbrouch, Form IIIb, Gumming House. DIARY A LA PEPYS SATURDAY, MARCH 3rd. Greeted mv father on return from Capitol, he travelling down on one of the new steam trains. Looking forward to a dull Sabbath when my mother recalled that she had some tickets for a display on the ice at the Forum, known by the strange name of Ice Follies . So after supping on the usual joint of meat, we all off to the Ice Follies , by the electrical conveyance, and arrived at Forum. There some confusion at finding seats, my mother insisting we were in wrong row. Whereupon my father carefully explained that nimibers of seats corresponded to numbers on stubs of tickets. After one-half hour, performance began. Beautiful damsels and comely youths skating around to music in lovely costumes, under ever-changing coloured lights, the whole creating so heavenly an effect methought myself transported to the realms of paradise. Suddenly recalled to earthly state by the shrill complaining voice of young sister who had espied a vendor of sweetmeats and demanded a bottle of sweet water containing air-bubbles which is named Coca-Cola , and a box of frozen cream. Whereat my father said, Did we come down to eat our supper or to watch a hockey game? Whereupon my mother sweetly reminded him that it was not a hockey game we were watching, but a performance called the Follies . Eventually this display came to an end, whereat we [23]

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lo be in its same setting. Now it is in the A classroom, facing in a different direction and looking at different teachers. Again the scene fades and it is in the IVa room. Back through the years it goes, and as it rests momentarily in each form room, some of the pleasant times 1 have spent in each class are relived in my dreaming brain. I remember the Gym Dem. in the Fourth Form. e were in quarantine the week before, and when we came back on Friday morning we had forgotten everything that Miss Box had taught us to do for that night. Recollections of the Upper Second come to me and 1 realize what a grand time we had when we were one huge class, unburdened with the duties and responsibilities that we ha e now. The occasional bad mark was not the deadly sin then that it is today. Finally, my desk comes to rest in a tiny classroom, with a large piano, over in the house. It is no longer large and green; it is small anil brown. I am in the Preparatory Form, and it is my first day at Trafalgar. How I held in awe the four girls who had been there one year before me, and how shy I was of this huge over-powering school! It is hard to realize that was only ten years ago. It seems like a whole life time. I cannot quite comprehend that I am in the Sixth Form now. and next year I shall not be here, working between these friendly walls. On the walls of our present classroom, many eyes stare down at us. They are the graduates of the past years. It is not only their pictures that are there, but their presence that fills tlie room. They seem to tell us, witli unmoving lips, to make the most of the time we still have here, for these next few months, once lost, can never be returned. X ork for self, and for your scliool. tiiey say. Wliate er you do reflects on the name of Trafalgar. For every girl who has attended this school has left her mark, whether it be good or bad. That is what makes a school more than a building: that is what gives a school a soul: that is what makes a Trafalgar girl proud to say, ] Iy school . Joan Bayer, Form Junior VI, Ross House. TO CHURCHILL We broke faith with those who died In Flanders fields, and by their side Now lies another generation bold, Who fought as their fathers did of old Against the selfsame foe. But one there is who heard their call, In parliament, in press and hall. He held the torch and raised the cry. Warning of Nazi spirit sly. But no one heeded him. Another v ictory now is won. Another torch to us is flung. Again he sees where trouble lies And bids us now to action rise. Democracies, Awake ! Nancy Cliff, Form Senior VI, Gumming House. [25] 9