Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE CORN COB ENTERTAINMENT FTER finishing a hearty meal of seventeen corn cobs, I excused myself, folded my ■L . napkin, and went to play Monopoly with my friends. I went to bed at nine o ' clock, and slept soundly for three hours. At twelve o ' clock, I woke with a strange feeling. I glanced at the end of my bed, and could hardly believe my ears and eyes. I pinched myself to see if I was awake, and found I was. Blinking my eyes, I stared at the end of my bed, and they were still there. They? The seventeen cobs of corn! The fattest was sitting on the best and shiniest part of my bed, gaily strumming a guitar, two smaller cobs were sliding up and down the bed posts, eight cobs were dancing, one cob was directing an imaginary orchestra, three cobs were doing acrobatics, and two cobs were singing for all they were worth! Besides this, I had a jumpy, queer feeling inside me. I turned on my light, rushed to the bathroom, and promptly took a dose of everything. I could find. Shoe polish, hair tonic, aspirin, nail polish, cough medicine, soap, pills, and shampoo all disappeared down my throat. Feeling full, if not any better, I retired to my room, but no sooner had I turned off the light, than the cobs appeared again. I groaned, and turned over. Next morning I awoke (with difficulty) and after dressing, went slowly down the stairs to tell the family of my adventures in the night. NE day when Peter awoke he did not feel like going to school because it was a V beautiful day. He told his mother he was going to school, but he really did not. He sneaked out his fishing rod and went fishing instead. When he got to the lake, he started to fish. Suddenly he fell right into the lake, and then the queerest thing happened. He sank right down into a place where fish lived instead of people. When he got over his surprise, he noticed in front of him a fish dressed as a police- man. The fish said, So you are one of those human beings that catch all of our fish. Jan Torrance, Form Upper II, Fairley House. PETER ' S DREAM [30]

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It ' s terrible, boo-hoo-hoo I Beth stood there and suddenly said. 1 have it, Kuperl. I ' ll run in and ' cl niy spade and hoe, dij; up the weeds and everything will he all rij;hl. Wonderful I Wonderful! 1 think you ' re very elever None of us eould do all that jNever! Never! Never! Beth rushed in. j:ot the spade and hoe ami (hi out all the weeds. Oh. thank you. thank you. very nuuh. You are so very thoughtful And if we find a lot of gold We ' ll fiive you a large potful, chorused all the flowers. Beth thanked them, sat dovMi and gazed at ihe S eel William. won lering if it were all true. NaiN ' CY BLACHhoui). Form 11, Barclay House. THE FOX HUNT THE autumn leaves rustled in the breeze. All else was still, until suddenly the bark- ing of dogs was to be heard, and o er the hilltop rushed a lunidred or so fox hounds, after a small red objec t, which darted across the meadow like a streak of lightning; after them came fifty or so horsemen. This small red object, as you may ha e guesseil, was a red fox. Among the dogs was Tan, a beautiful foxhound. Tan soon took the lead, and caught the fox, just as it was about to leap the brook. He held it until his master came and shot it. Good old Tan, he said, think you can catch another one? Well, on the way home. Tan ran ahead of all the other dogs, and they beard a yelp, and out of the woods came Tan. carrying another red fox. Good Tan, said his master. hen they got home. Tan ' s master gave him a nice juicy bone. Vicky Cumyn, Lower I. WINTER TIME It ' s winter time! It ' s winter time! I declare I think that ' s fine; It blows, it snows, It thaws a nd freezes, And then I get The sniffles and sneezes. Anne Wilkinson, Form II, Ross House. [29]

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Whv, last summer you killed my wife! Just wait till the chief hears that 1 caufiht you. He will i e me a promotion, and you will certainly he hanged. Bv this time a lot of fish had gathered around and tliey were saying, Down with the himian being. Peter was so seared he started to run. Suddenly he tripped over a stone and when he reached the ground he found he had fallen out of hed an l that it was all a dream. Later at breakfast Peter said, 1 shall always go to school when 1 am told to and I shall ne er go FISHING instead. June DowBKiGiN, Form H, Fairlev House. TRAFALGAR SCHOOL ATTITUDES ( Ctmcvrnini marks) Despair Oh dear, 1 fear My work is bad. It ' s really sad. I study well But down 1 fell. My marks are poor. Oh my. so poor. (k)MKOKT Did ou just get a C? Why, you ' re as dumb as me! Oh, never mind, I ' m sure you ' ll find Next time you ' ll get a B, And never more a C. Amazement What? a pass? It ' s all a farce! An A! Oh swell! ou study well. Did I get A? ork sure does pay. I ' ll be a brain, — Get A again ! Pride Sec. I am smart As apple tart. My marks are high They pull me by. I like to work, I never shirk. The job I do so well, Oh my, I do it well ! Jan Torrance, Upper II, Fairley House. [31]