Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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On it sat a goblin. He in ite(l lue to enter and niolioned my captors away. hen lie rang a bell one of his servants eame ont with a jewelled ehair. Then he spoke for the first time: ill yon ha e tea with me? 1 said, es, 1 iH . Vk hile his goblin servant was getting the tea ready, he told me about his country. It was while he was talking that I realized tiiat I had shrunk until 1 was no bigger than a two-inch pencil stub. Then the servant came in with the tea. 1 have never tasted anvthing so delicious. There was cake made ot the pollen of (lowers served on five-cent pieces, and acorn tea served in acorn cups. 1 confess I ate greetlilv. X hen it was all over he took nie to the royal gardens, where there were hundreds of varieties of Howers 1 had never seen before. 1 picked manv. and then the King took me down the long hall until 1 reached the door. In what seemed less than a second 1 found myself sitting on a rock. 1 looked down for my flowers, and found nothing but a binich of tiny weeds. Had I been asleep? as all this a dream? Bai!Bar Boon. Korm H, Gumming House. NURSERY RHYMES FOR THESE DAYS OF HIGHER LEARNING See where the daughter of the MuflFet line Did on the sward her beauteous form recline, Consmning products of the bovine herd, V( hen there approached arachnid without word. Dangling o ' erhead and eddying round and round, As she with violence sprang off her mound. Philippa Hansard, Form Upper II, Gumming Hoixse. Remote from household throng and menial hum, John sat, intent on festal pabulum; Inquisitive of what was underneath He brought to his anticipating teeth A fruit all red and ready for to eat. And this, his act, himself did find most meet. Ann O ' Heir, Fo rm Upper II, Gvimming House. [29]

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Not a pack, but a fleet. Oh, Mummy, what a fleet of people! People make a crowd, darl.ng, not a fleet. Here ' s a crowd of lions. Mummy. That ' s not a crowd; it ' s a pride. See this pride of bees. Mummy? That ' s not called a pride, but a swarm. Oh, Mummy, what a swarm of fishes! Not a swarm, but a school. And here ' s a school of geese. Darling, that is not a school, but a gaggle. Oh, Mummy, look at this gaggle of robbers coming. No, darling, it ' s a band of robbers. Look at this band of plates. Mummy. That ' s not called a band, but a stack. There ' s a lovely stack of flowers. Mummy. That ' s not a stack; it ' s a bunch. Mummy, loo!i at this bunch of partridges. Not a bunch, dearest, but a covey. Then, Mummy, look at this lovely covey of pearl beads. That ' s not a covey; it ' s a string. Oh, Mummy, I don ' t know the diff ' erence between any of them. ' AFTERNOON TEA WITH A GOBLIN ONE fine day I was wandering in the woods looking for flowers of different kinds when I got lost. Suddenly I came to an oval door set in a rock. I knocked and the door opened. Two goblin soldiers came out, and, before I knew it, they had bound me with a thread-like cord which, try as I would, I could not break. They led me through a wide hall whose floor and walls were studded with jewels. At last we came to a room in which there was a magnificent throne made of pearls. Ann O ' Heir, Form Upper II, Gumming House. [28]

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THE MERMAID Fair sits my mermaid, there amid the rocks. The breeze is still; she smooths her tangled hair. And gently combs her lovely yellow locks Which scatter far and wide, and here and there. She looks down at her shining sea-green tail, Then, longing, gazes towards the distant shore, And turns away. Her lovely face is pale. She dives into the waves. I see no more. J AN Torrance, Form II, Fairley House.