Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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White Ladies, White Ladies, oh, where do you roam, On your beautiful white-capped foam? Do you rush down the mountains and over the falls, And on, and on, to where Nature calls? Oh, I wish I could follow your white foamy path To where on the boulders you break into wrath. White Ladies, White Ladies, oh, take me with thee, To adventure, and treasure upon the vast sea. Susan Pitfield, Form Upper I, 11 years. APRIL April is the month for showers, New green leaves and budding flowers. When little children go out to play In rain and puddles all the day; When boys make dams and water chutes, And wet their stockings and their boots; The month when farmers go to tap The maple trees to get their sap. The sun breaks through, and then I see Two robins sitting in a tree; Then I know that Winter ' s past. That April ' s here. It ' s Spring at last. Joanna Leipoldt, Form Upper II, Fairley House. THE WISHING RING Great merciful heavens! exclaimed Mr. Weatherby, looking at himself in the mirror. He was just getting ready to go to a dinner party, and glanced at his reflection in order to straighten his bow-tie. Seeing himself, not in a smart dinner jacket, but in old rags and carrying a staff in one hand, he received the shock of his life. Oh, Ma - - a - - a - ry , called Mr. Weatherby in rather an unhappy tone, come here quickly. [26]

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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

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Tlie next iniiuite Marv. his wifo, was in his room saying, Yes, what is it, (lear: 1 hope von are reatlv, beeause tlie Drakes are ealling for ns in five minutes. After poor Mr. eatherby had exphiined to his wife that the cause of it all must have been his signet ring, which had a wishing stone in it, she too was shocked when she saw his reflection. Just be fore he had first looked in tlie mirror, he had been wishing that he were a simple shepherd so that he would not have to go to troublesome things like parties. This was the result. But the thing that most puzzled both him and his wife was that he resembled a shepherd only in his reflection, and not when he looked down at himself. After nuK-h to-do, the Weatherbys finally started off for the party. Once there, Mr. Weatherby looked in the mirror to see if he was neat; he was terribly angry and embarrassed when others laughed at the strange reflection in the mirror. e er ilid Mr. eatlierby get rid of the figure of the shepherd when he looked in the mirror. Eve Gordon, Form II, Barclay House. TRAFALGAR ECHOES hen we enter Trafalgar ' s grounds We hear the echoes of many sounds: The front door ' s hinges creak and squeak As it opens and closes all the week; Talking is forbidden, but we fear Many hushed whispers reach the ear; The pitter-patter of running feet Seeking the classroom ' s safe retreat; Apparatus rumbles over the floor Or thumping skipping ropes add to the roar; And from the gymnasium comes the beat Of distant music and marching feet. As pupils vanish from the halls The hush of quiet evening falls. Judy Cliff, Form Upper II, Gumming House. COLLECTED COLLECTIVES A little girl is speaking to her mother as they look at a picture book together. Oh, Mummy, look at the litter of sheep. That ' s not a litter, darling: it ' s a flock. Mimimy. look at the flock of cows. But that ' s not a flock: it ' s a herd. Oh, Mummy, here ' s a herd of wolves. That ' s not a herd: it ' s a pack, darling. Look, there ' s a pack of ships. [27]