Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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While standing there and gazing long Upon this rare delight, You know that He alone has planned This tranquil, wondrous sight. Maralyn Leask, Form Science VI, Fairley House. THE ADVANTAGES AND DISADVANTAGES OF RADIO AS YOU know, radios are very handy things to have around the house. You can set the clock by them, for they always have the right time. The radio also helps you decide what to wear, for if the announcer says that it is going to rain you know that it isn ' t going to rain and so you don ' t wear a raincoat. No one would know where to buy anything or what to buy if it weren ' t for the radio. If you have a headache you can turn on the radio, and nine times out of ten you hear a man ' s voice which tells you to run right down to the corner drugstore and get a package of Bromo-Seltzer, and so you do, and of course in ten minutes your headache is all better. This proves that radio is a benefit to health! What a boon radio is to all poor tired housewives as they go about their daily tasks of drudgery! They can hear the loveliest singing commercials which always help to make the household brighter. Think of all the fat ladies who become beautiful and slim again by exercising to the music and the smooth voice of the announcer. And think of all the soap operas which bring such pleasure to the average home: for example, Mary arrives home from school and sees her Mother weeping in front of the radio. Mary asks the reason and Mother wails that John ' s Newfoundland dog doesn ' t love Sue ' s toy poodle any more. Mother says she is too upset to make dinner, so poor Mary goes hungry. These are a few of the pleasures radio brings to the average housewife! Think of all the jobs that have been left unfinished or undone because of the radio, and think of all the dinners which have been burnt because someone was too engrossed in listening to the radio to attend to them. Pity the people with colds and wet feet because they faithfully followed the weather reports which said Sunny , and it rained. Think of all the envy that is caused by listening to a radio quiz program where the prize is a nineteen-fifty-three Cadillac, a few houses and two or thre e mink coats. Pity the people who have to eat that horrible breakfast food in order to collect five hundred box-tops so that Junior can send away for his Junior G-Man Badge. Lastly, pity poor Father who had to spend his hard earned money to pay for the radio and has to spend his spare time listening to daughter ' s screeching jazz, junior ' s murderous thrillers, and wife ' s wishy-washy soap operas. I ' ll bet that poor Father wishes he had never even bought a radio. Kathleen Barr, Form Arts VI, Ross House. [25]

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cut off by a familiar slave-driving voice, and I was told to snowplow down the hill; this consisting of placing the feet as far apart as possible, toes pointing in, knees bent, head up, back straight, ski-poles out behind, elbows close to the ribs, and many other admonitions. Off I went with the help of a slight push from the rear. I tried to do everything he had said, but my teacher kept shouting slower or faster and other warnings, and suddenly I knew I was going to fall and break my neck. A tree sprang up out of nowhere. What was I to do? Go around? Over? Through? Jump? Turn? But how? The last I heard was some horrible cackling laughter before I succumbed to a blessed blackness. The next I knew, it was a sparkling sunny January morn again, and the new-fallen snow looked very inviting until — I moved — Oh! My aching back! Joyce Rubbra, Form Science VI, Ross House. THAT SPECIAL HOUR While souls amid the restless city rush. Amid last toils and duties of the day. The scarlet west creates a certain hush. O ' er green hills and meadows far away, A bell tolls soft and sweet. The countryside Ceases at once its labours and its run And stops to hear the beating of the tide. And birds ' last chantings to the sinking sun. For in this peaceful hour one may pause Considering all the follies of the day While waiting for the moon and her sweet cause Which is to tuck the wearied ones away; Oh pity those poor souls of cities ' power. Those souls who can ' t enjoy the special hour. Helen Holbrook, Form Science VI, Barclay House. THE CLOVER FIELD From the gate you look on a field of mauve Rustling in the breeze. From there you smell the clover scent And watch the working bees. Further on by the wooden fence You stop at a laughing stream. And watch it circle through the field As carefree as a dream. Still further on along the lane Gay daisies can be seen. And swaying to and fro so calm Are willows fresh and green. [24 1

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NOCTURNE Night comes . . . With all her still grandeur and Stately quiet speed. Her shadows float from corners — Daylight havens — and Fold about the city Melting into nothingness of black and purple. Peace comes . . . The sleepy lamplit city, Tranquil at last, yawns Her final yellow windows And slumbers. Serenity . . . silence comes . . . The crescent moon peeks soundlessly Upon the shining, snow-clad streets. And then Continues her passage. Weaving between the flashing stars. Swimming in a stream of molten gold Towards her port, the far-etched horizon. There to rest — Until another day is passed And once more She surveys her world — her empire — Brimming with an Empress ' pride And hope and tenderness. Carolyn Grossmann, Form Vb, Cumming House. [26]