Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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]

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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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THE KING WHO DID NOT LIKE HIS DAUGHTER NCE there was a wicked king, who had a heautifnl (huighter named Silver Bell. Silver Bell was a good {)rin(ess, hul her father always treated her hadly and she suffered terribly. She had no friends, because she was always kept inside the palace. One dav, while she was singing, a prince heard her and wondered where she might be. He looked around and listened, but he could not tell where the voice came from. So he decided to go home, and away he went. On his way home he thought it would be a good idea to ask his mother who was singing so beautifully. So he asked his mother and she told him, Well my child, the only one who, I think, sings beautifully is Princess Silver Bell; but it would be hard to talk to her, because her father, the king, would chop off your head, so beware. But the Prince just didn ' t care. He went to the palace and asked the King if he could have his daughter ' s hand. The King said, Well, let me see, have you a lot of money? and the Prince replied, Yes I have; well, not billions, but I ' ve got my kingdom and enough money to last. So the King said, If you marry her, treat her badly. So the Prince married Silver Bell, but never took the King ' s advice. He loved her till the end of his life. Suzanne Lyman, Upper I, Aged 10. AUTUMN Autumn days are here again. We hear the summer ' s parting refrain. Leaves of gold and red and brown From every tree come fluttering down. The air is frosty, the wind is cold, From the trees falls autumn gold. Autumn days are here again. In the fields are stacks of grain, And now throughout the land is seen Witches, pumpkins and Hallowe ' en. Gillian Donald, Upper II, Ross House. [32]