Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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]

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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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The king jrave a start at this for he had heard about the terrible things the witche;! did. I am here to cure your daughter from her sickness if you will give me the third ruby in your crown, she said. The king was overjoyed and started taking off his crown, when the old voman handed him a box. In this box, she said, is a germ which will cure any sickness, but you cannot have it until you give me the ruby. The king took out the ruby and gave it to her sadly, for it was one of his biggest. Now, it happened tliat the King had a cook who had a very ugly, mean daughter who was always sniffing and coughing. When the king came in, the cook noticed that he was hugging a box very tightly and was curious to know its contents. The king heard his daughter calling to him, so he absentmindedly set his box down. As soon as the king had gone, the cook walked over to the box and read the directions — Put the germ on the patient. Leave for half an hour. He or she will be well. The cook stared at it and then at her daughter, who was sniffing and coughing in the corner as she peeled potatoes. Daughter, go to my room and get the gold box in the top drawer, said the cook. The daughter gave a sniff and a cough and went to the room. Then, the cook quickly substituted her gold box for the real one. When the king came down to get his box, he found it a little smaller, but he did not take much notice of this. The king took the box upstairs, took out the germ, which was really gold dust, and put it on his daughter ' s arm. He waited half an hour, but nothing happened. The king was quite angry at this, so he went back to the well, and looked into it again. Suddenly, the air was filled with a terrible perfume, and red and green sparks flashed everywhere. They all stopped as suddenly as they had started, and there sat the old woman. Will you draw me some water? Angrily, the king did as he was told. What do you want? Didn ' t I cure your daughter? she asked. I want my ruby back, he said stubbornly. Why do you want it back? she asked. Because the germ you gave me did not cure my daughter, said the king. Someone has taken the germ and lias put something else in a different box. Can you think of anybody who would? Why, yes, I think I can. The cook eyed me very savagely yesterday, and I noticed that her daughter had stopped coughing and sniffing, he said. Well, take this stick and pretend to treasure it, for you know the cook likes things people treasure. Take it and set it near the cook. As soon as she loiu lics it say. Stick, heat. ' Then, ask her where tlie germ is, for the stick will go on beating till you say, ' Stick, stop. ' The old woman shrunk away as she said this, an«l suddenly was gone. The k ing took the stick home and put it near the cook. The cook, when she saw the stick, touched it. Stick, beat. said the king. Then, the stick began to beat and beat the old cook.