Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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PREFERENCE I love the rain in all her forms; In pattering showers, in violent storms, In bouncing hail, in driving sleet, ' Round glowing lamps in a long dark street. I hate the dread monotony of sun: His piercing eye, which burns through all he sees. He hides a secret, too, that dazzling one; For when we search his face, he blinds us. These Are ample faults for me to bear, but still I know one more. The sun is also vain. For when we turn away from him, we will. In everything we see, see him again. Katama Bonthron, Form IVb, Fairley House. TRAP ' S GYM VERY LIVING thing has a heart, the core of its being; and the heart of -LJ Trafalgar is its Gym. On entering its doors anyone the least bit sensitive to such things can feel the tradition bound up in its walls. It is a friendly room and has looked after generations of girls now, girls in bloomers and middle blouses, girls in longish tunics, and girls in shorts and teddy-blouses. It witnesses most of our joys, and some of our sorrows, and it knows everything that is going on in the school. It welcomes wide-eyed little girls on their first day of school, and reluctantly says good-bye to a white-robed flower-bedecked sixth form, each June. A few of the girls who grew up in the Gym have left their names there on honour rolls, cups, or shields, but most of them have left their intangible presence which may or may not be felt by their younger sisters. The main function of the Gym is, not surprisingly, gymnastics. Traf was the first private school in Montreal to have a gym instructress, and its Gym and gym demonstrations have always been a source of great pride to Traf, never more so than today. Basketball, our chief school sport, is also coached here, and the Gym has witnessed many victories and defeats. The Gym is also Traf ' s assembly hall. It is here we come for prayers each morning, here we sit tremblingly for mark reading and results of competitions or games, here we learn of our successes and failures, here we listen to speeches from friends of the school, here stand to acknowledge our bad marks: here all announcements of interest to the school are made. In other words, the life blood of the school flows through this room. Another subject taught here is singing, which is especially featured in our Christmas Carol service, an annual event, and one enjoyed by both parents and girls. The Gym is often seen in party dress, for Hallowe ' en parties. Movie Shows, and the Sixth Form Graduation Dance. Then it takes on a festive [20]

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mood, and girls in rustling formals dance with handsome young men, but from its gleaming floor to its top-most beam, it is still the same Gym. Very soon our class will have our last closing at Traf, but each one of us knows that we will receive a warm silent welcome when we come back to visit the Gym. Louise Dupont, Form Arts VI, Barclay House. CLASS-ICAL RHYME A is tor Armstrong, the belle oi our class, £ is lor Brooks, she ' s quite a lass! c is tor Cam, our form mistress she be. IS lor ciiiigence, tnat s iviarg to a i . 17 is lor Elspeth, whom R niakes quite dizzy. I? r IS for French that keeps all of us busy. G is lor Grossmann, she ' s really a dear. H is lor Harland, who reminds us she ' s here. I is the ink that we all spill about. T J is for Judy, a Tip-topper no doubt. iv IS for Korney , whose beau is in Europe, f is for Latin, don ' t worry kids, cheer up! IVf iTl IS for Margot, who skiis ( ? ) each weekend. N is for nees which creak when we bend. O is the oomph which Maure displays. P is for Packham, she ' ll sure be in plays. Q is for quiet, Jeannette has this blessing. R is for recess, which Vicky spends dressing. S is for Sybil, a really cute date. T is for trains, which Sheppard must hate. U is our uniform, the shoes need a blacking. V is for vanity, which our class is lacking ( ? ) W is for whizz , that ' s Pam in each lesson. X in equations keeps all of us guessin ' , Y is for you, have I wasted your time? Z is zee end of this Class-ical rhyme. Vivian Harland, Form Vb, Ross House. OH! MY ACHING BACK! IT WAS A sparkling sunny January morn, and the blue- white snow looked so-o-o inviting — from under my pile of quilts and blankets! I said to myself — Joyce, you ' ve got to learn to ski sometime. It can ' t be that hard — just sliding down a hill on a couple of sticks! (I wish that I had eaten those words right then and there.) [22 1