Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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We are limited to House pins for accessories. As far as styles go, they are not very decorative. Ross pins are very colourful, but generally worn dirty. Perhaps you will prefer Cumming ' a sentimental baby blue? Fairley has an advantage over the others: the pins can be renewed or preserved with scarlet nail polish. There is little to be done for the poor Barclay girls: green is green, no matter what you do to it. Identification bracelets also add a great deal to the school dress. They make a delightful noise clattering on the desk as the wearer writes. They can be improved by such small, delicate charms as locker keys. Those lucky enough to be in possession of L.C.C. or B.C.S. pins can wear them to advantage on the inside of blazer lapels, where the wearer may gaze at them occasionally, but where authority may not. Long a problem of Trafalgar girls, wrinkled black stockings are still a source of trouble. They sag and rumple at the knees, causing the genteel habit of pulling on them continually. Perhaps this could be remedied by knee garters to match our House pins. Of course, all these problems may be solved by wearing a navy blue skirt to school, and putting on a colourful sweater on departing. Then, when con- fronted by a Prefect demanding the removal of lipstick, you may say with the utmost truth that you are not wearing the school uniform. Janet Deakins, Form Va, Ross House. THE NIGHT OF THE GYM DEM (With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore) ' Twas the night of the Gym Dem, when all through the school Every girl was so nervous she could not keep cool. Our garments were cleaned and put on with such care. In hopes that we should look at least somewhat fair. The parents were crowded around the small gym. All wishing their daughters would soon enter in. When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter I ran to the door to see what was the matter: It was only the piano being pounded away For the dancers who entered — the first on display. The bright coloured skirts, and the shorts of the men Made a pretty beginning for the ' 48 Dem. Many items were shown, and the hour was ten. As this year ' s performance was nearing its end. There ' d been marching and skipping and tumbling and vaults. Rope-climbing and balancing and somersaults. As we marched in at last with our heads in the air. We hoped that Miss Box was not in despair. The badges and stars were received with a thrill By the girls who had shown the most effort and skill. Three cheers and our thanks to Miss Box we extend; In spite of her strictness, she ' s still our best friend. Susan Racey, Form IIIb, Fairley House. [24]

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MY MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT I WAS jroiiiji to niv first formal daiire tliat ni-ilit. Like any other normal ;irl, 1 was excited and Jiervous, and wished tlie e enini: would hurry and arrive. About lour o ' clock in the afternoon. I was takiufj a bath, curling my hair, and plastering some brown cream on my face, when, all of a sudden, the doorbell rang. 1 grabbed mv bathrobe and rushed to the door, forgetting completely about my appearance. I flung the door open, and. with a horrible shock, saw mv escort for the dance standing there with my corsage in his hand. With an inquisitive who are you? expression, he thrust the box into my hands and muttered something, of which I heard only, For Miss Aylesworth . I quickly closed the door, for I was as taken aback as he. I continued to dress, but all the time I kept thuiking of what a ghastly impression mv escort must have bad of me. I was ready- early, and the family- said I looked lovely . You know how parents are — they think their own dauijhter is the most beautiful jiirl in the world. When the poor boy arrived that night, his first words were, Boy! Do you ever look swell! That raised my morale. He then told me he was working in the local florist shop as the deliverv boy. Now I miderstood! He added, By the way, who was that horrible looking creature who answered the door this afternoon when I delivered your corsage, the maid? I foimd that I had my mouth wide open, but I managed to utter an I guess so . To help things. Mom and Dad laughed, as I had told them about the embarrassing experience. They did not give me away though, and I can only hope that my friend never finds out that the horrible looking creature was I. J ILL Aylesworth, Form IVb, Gumming Ho vise. TRAFALGAR ' S VOGUE RECENTLY we have been reading and hearing a great deal about those little gadgets used to dress up a basic dress. They are called by most fashion magazines accessories . An advertisement for accessories may run something like this: Tricky gold jewellery to dress up your basic black . Trafalgar is now faced with a tragic state of affairs: what can be done with the basic navy with box pleats? Not everyone can be lucky enough to decorate a tunic with stripes, G badges and stars, so what can the young lady do who has poor posture and cannot even turn a somersault? [231

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TO THE EVENING STAR O E eniiig Star, that thinnest there so brijrht. A {)arkHiig Jewel in Iwiliglit ' s velvet sk . From thine unending vigil, up on high, iiat ilost thou know of mortals here held tight In man s eternal war for power and might? hat is there held in store for us? What nigh That we must patiently endure, sent by Our Cod to test our strength to choose the right? But 1 am still a child. My time ' s not yet To do m work: the time when I must don The joyful cloak of my peculiar way To help mankind. O, let me ne ' er forget My duty! Thus do I. as night steals on. To thee, O E ening Star, half wish, half pray. Margo CronY-N. Form Arts I, Gumming House. THE TRAGEDY DAWX I The pale vellow rays of the sun crept over the purple mountain-tops, banished the shadows in the sleeping valleys, and gently warmed all rowing things. Mosquitoes began to buzz, ants scampered busily hither and thither, and manv-hued moths crawled into deep, dark crevices to drowse through the coming day. In an untidy garden, the last dew drops disappeared from the long blades of u rass. and in one sunnv corner, two flowers began to reveal their faces to the day. One was a young and beautiful violet. She had just this day achieved that perfection of form that mortals so often praise. Her leaves were large and as green as pine-needles. Although they appeared delicate, they were strong enough to protect the violet from the ravages of the elements and allowed only the gentlest drops of life-giving rain to touch their charge. The violet herself was graceful and shy. not vet fully aware of her beauty or its power. As she unfolded the tips of her exquisite petals to permit herself to see the weather, her shy glance was arrested by the sight of a magnificent marigold growing beside her. His petals, of the deepest, richest, velvety brown and warm orange, made her quiver with pleasure. She marvelled that previously she had failed to notice hini. Gradually she began to sense that her actions were being observed. She looked up instinctively, and saw the marigold watching her with open admiration. Quickly she averted her gaze, for she was embarrassed, and drew her petals around her tightly, but she could not quite conceal the becoming blush that suffused her petals to the very tips. The morning passed slowly. By noon, the violet and the marigold had shovNTi their glowing faces to the world. They were acutely conscious of each other ' s presence, but neither could be caught looking at the other. Presently, the violet, overflowing with joy and ecstasy at the mere thought of existing, stretched her leaves exultantly towards the blue heavens. In her joy, she had forgotten the marigold, but was suddenly forced to remember him when one of her leaves touched his stem. Quickly she shrank away in mortifica- [25]