Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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LIFE IN THE FIRST LOCKER ROOM IT as late on Friday night, and everything was quiet. Suddenly a bright eve peeked through the crack inider the door. Nothing alarming appeared, so the Mouse family, consisting of Mr. and Mrs. Mouse and their two children, Maxine and Morris, crept through the hole, with all their worldly possessions. Mr. Mouse made a tour of the room. Suddenly he spied a hole in the corner and called the family around him. After surveying the site and poking into the hole for a few minutes, the Mouse family took an option. Mrs. Mouse found a lovely scarf under one of the lockers, which made a perfect bed, and the family was soon settled. Saturday and Sunday passed quietly, much to the family ' s delight. It was decided that the perfect place for peace and quiet had been found. The next dav the Mouse family went out early in the morning, and didn t arrive home until about eleven o ' clock. Mrs. Mouse was setting the nest to rights, when suddenly a bell broke the silence. Like a bolt out of the blue, a horde of girls descended upon the locker room, practically taking the door off its hinges. Morris, who was sitting just outside the entrance of the hole, was paralyzed, and Mr. Mouse just saved him from being trampled to death. Then, almost as suddenly as it had started, the racket stopped. The family had just got its breath, when another bell rang and a worse rumpus began. Shoes flew, boots were scattered, and the nest was nearly flooded by flying snow from the girls ' coats. A glove just saved them from this catastrophe by plugging up the hole. The mice crouched down, far back in their once peaceful home and trembled. A Prefect ' s voice could be heard above the din with No talking, please, girls! while, How do you do the last math problem of page 575? and, Wasn ' t the homework horrible? filtered through the glove. After about five minutes of expecting the roof to collapse, the Mouse family was suddenly aware of a strange peace and quiet. Mr. Mouse nosed the glove aside and peeked out into the room. Everything seemed safe enough, so he ventured out to the middle of the floor. Morris and Maxine also crept out with their father. As for Mrs. Mouse, she didn ' t have time even to glance out of the hole. She was busy collecting the family ' s belongings. She had decided that the first locker room ' s peace and quiet was a little too much for her nerves. Lydia Ebel, Form IIIa, Barclay House. L29J

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( Continued from page 23) buses instead of aeroplanes. They were the days before 1950 when the climate had begim to change. From that time onwards the ski-tows in the Laurentians had gradually disappeared, and at St. Sauveur movie and television stars now sunbathed at the foot of Hill 60. The crowds at the Forum were cheering the Canadian team in the world tennis championships, as they easily defeated the Americans. Of course Canadians are able to practise all the year round, the mother remarked. No wonder they alw ays win. At home on their television sets eager Montreal hockey fans watched the Stanley Cup play-offs at Mexico City, while McGill students cheered their friends good-bye as they departed to take part in the Winter Carnival of the University of California. A t the top of Simpson Street, in the library of a building, a group of girls viewed the changing scene of the world outside. Under the eyes of the marble bust of Dante they discussed the forthcoming golf match with The Study, and the plans of the City of Montreal to put a street through their school. They looked at magazines and laughed at the uniforms their grandmothers had worn in 1950. The door of the library opened, and a prefect poked her head around the corner. I ' m afraid you girls have bad marks for talking, she said. Barbara Davison, Form Arts VI, Ross House. WHY DIDN ' T HE COME? I PEERED through the gathering darkness as the snow swirled around me. I was cold and wet. The books which I held in my arms were also soaking, and the ink was blurred. Why didn ' t he come? I had been waiting for over an hour. Why? Oh, why wasn ' t he here? I looked again. No . . . but wait! What was this? A faint shadow was taking shape. Could it be? Was it? Yes, he had arrived! The shadow grew larger and clearer. Oh, it was he! I smiled and stepped to meet him. He drew closer, opened the door of his vehicle, and I boarded the number fourteen street car. Audrey Allworth, Form IIIa, Ross House. MARCH 3rd, 14° BELOW ZERO Oh, to be in Bermvida, Where the balmy breezes blow. To be away from Canada, With all its sleet and snow! The silver sands seem calling. Their voices reach my ear. Though snow at home is falling, Down there the skies are clear. A picture comes before me Of houses, cool and white. While deep blue waters of the sea Reach far beyond my sight. If wishes, planes could only be. Far down there I would fly, To one white house beside the sea Where palms point to the sky, Anne Carman, Form Va, Ross House. [28]

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THREE DAYS FROM A DIARY April 215t, 4555. Today began rallier alarmingly! I was not awake until twenty-five lo nine — five minutes later than usual. I liad to hurry to get to school in time. To add to my troubles we had to use tlie sixth helicopter which is terribly slow! Imagine it — only going at the speed of sound! Although the robot chauffeur broke down, I was well on tlie way with oidy another hundred miles to go at ten to nine. Fortunately I was not late at all. Most of us wore our wings to school, but mine were in my desk, and so I had to wait for 11.5 seconds while I put them on. Such a waste of time I Going up the stairs I did not dare to go fast. I crept up at 95 m.p.h., but some girls got into trouble for exceeding the speed limit (250 m.p.h.). Politics was the first subject. It was dull, as usual. History was quite interesting , however. We learned about the twentieth century people. Apparent- ly they did very queer things. To begin with they invented childish weapons called A-bombs , and H-bombs . I am sure they were nothing to our X-bomb and Z-bomb . In Mechanics we took our helicopters apart. I have done it often before, but it was quite fun all the same. I am longing for next year because we will build helicopters then. In Chemistry we studied bombs. I think it was the nicest subject of all. We went to a museum and studied A-bombs . They are perfectly childish ! My brother made a better one than that yesterday. We had a little atom- splitting practice and then I got tired of classes, and went home. I took two knowledge pills to make up for the lessons I had missed, collected a new robot from the Employment Bureau, and watched Colourision all afternoon. [30]