Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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]

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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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I believe they had Television in the twentieth century, and enjoyed it, although it was not in colour and did not reply when you spoke to it! April 22nd. After taking five knowledge pills, I got out a helicopter and went skiing in Switzerland. There was my favourite kind of ski-tow, the sort that you get into, and are lifted straight up to a higher level than the hill-top. Then you ski down a special run-way to the hill-top. It was great fun. I talked on the visiophone all afternoon. Ours has a larger space to see the person at the other end of the line, and it has brighter colour than Mary ' s visiophone. I believe the twentieth centur y men called theirs Telephones . They had a very primitive type though. April 23rd. I spent about a quarter of an hour at the North Pole learning about Eskimoes. and about half an hour learning History. I found out that people used to have no means of controlling the weather, and had horrible droughts and floods. I think our plan of having all rain or snow at night is much more sensible, because we can always be sure of fine days. After taking a knowledge pill, I went to Florida all day. In the evening, I amused myself with my Colourights , a new sort of night-clothes that have coloured movies on them all the time, and not just ordinary ones. There was a horror story on my left wrist, and a straight movie on my left knee. I also en joyed the historical one on my right calf and the comical one on my right arm. I saw several others too. (.ompared to the night-clothes worn in the twentieth century they are striking. The clothes they wore then were quite plain with no movies at all. They wore plain cloth clothes, and school-girls wore simple navy-blue things called tunics . Hideous! I would die of boredom without my movie clothes. Oh dear! It is ten minutes and four seconds to nine! I ought to have had my light out at ten minutes and six seconds to nine! I do hope Mummy will not mind my being two seconds late! Caryl Churchill, Form II, Cunnniug House. THE SANDMAN I know a funny little man. He is soft grey in my sight. And he comes and tells me stories, in the night. Then he pours a little sand. Just upon the sleepy land. Then he disappears from me. Sailing on the silvery sea. Ardis Cartwright, Remove, Aged 8. [31]