Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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COUNTRY DAYS I live in the country not far from the town j The ground is all white and the trees are all brown, For it ' s Winter you see, And the sun does not shine. The leaves are all dead and the trees droop and pine. But when Spring comes along. And the birds start to sing, The sun gets up early and shines on each thing, And awakens the buds on the branches of trees, And we sleep to the music made by the breeze. In Summer it ' s hot, and the sky is so blue That it ' s pleasant to play, and there ' s so much to do. With the grass to be cut and the rose beds to weed. And the ground to keep soft to grow each little seed. But in Autumn it ' s sad, and the earth seems to know That the trees will dry up and soon we ' ll have snow. But this I may tell you — again birds will sing, For after cold Winter comes beautiful Spring. Prudence Reilley, Form II, Fairley House. ON EASTER IT was a sunny day. The Easter rabbit was making Easter eggs. While he was I()ing it niglit fell. Then he had to go and deliver the eggs. After he came lionic he went to bed. Marion Ballantyne, Preparatory I, Aged 6. EASTER The chickies are yellow. The rabbits are white, The flowers are pusliing Their heads to the light. KiLBY Anderson, Preparatory II, Aged 7. [29]

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We can no longer see any part of the sun, but we are comforted by the moon, just begmning her nightly vigil over all earthly creatures. The quietness is now broken more frequently by the booming bass of the bull-frog and the bird-like pipings of the hylas. Myriads of fireflies are swarming from their daytime liiding places. We see their little lights fhckering to and fro, making an odd pattern against the black background. Mother Nature has put all her day-children to bed, and as we, too, fall into this category, we must sleep till the sun wakens us with her bright morning beams. Margaret Howard, Form IVa, Barclay House. WHERE THE FOREST MEETS THE OCEAN Where the forest meets the ocean, It is there I ' ve often stood, Upon the sea-swept rocky beach Beside the quiet wood. As I look toward the woodland So brightly green in hue. It seems as though it ' s sleeping So still in the morning dew. When now again I rest my eyes Upon the sea so wide, I wonder how the forest sleeps Beside the beating tide. Helen Holbrook, Form IIIb, Barclay House. [28]

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THE DEM Every year Trafalgar School They climh the ropes, Puts on its famous Dem , And walk the bars, The parents flock to see their young Jump the horse, Perform in front of them. And march like tars. The tiny ones are a treat to see, They lightly dance and shout with glee. Miss Box ' s work has been well done. The parents enjoy it and the girls have fun. Judy Brow, Form Upper 11, Barclay House. THE FLOWERS ONE day I woke up and jumped out of bed. I thought my goodness me this is Easter day ! So I ran to the window and looked out. The snowdrops, violets and crocuses were in bloom. So I went creeping along at a snail ' s pace into Mummy ' s and Daddy ' s room. Happy Easter! Happy Easter, Mummy and Daddy! I went back to my room feeling very happy. Elizabeth McKay, Preparatory II, Aged 7. MY DOLL My doll is pretty, I love her so much. Her hair is like velvet, It is lovely to touch. Betty Shannon, Preparatory I, Aged 6. THE GOLDEN GERM THERE was once a king who ruled over one-hundred and twenty cities. Kings are usuallv quite proud when they rule this much, but this king was not. The trouble was that he had a beautifvil daughter who was always sick. He tried every doctor in the country, but none could cure her. One day, while the king was walking, he came to a well. As he was looking down into it to see the water, the air was suddenly filled with a strange perfume and sparks dashed in front of his eyes. There in front of him stood an old woman. Will you draw me some water? she asked in a high-pitched voice. The king, too startled to say anything, picked up a jug that suddenly appeared in front of him and immediately filled it. Tell me, old woman, where did you come from, and what are you going to do? questioned the king. I have come from Witches ' Tower. [30]