Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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MISS CAM E ARE SAD to know that Miss Cam is retiring from Trafalgar, » » after twenty-three years as teacher of Mathematics and Physics. She has been a loyal and faithful worker, serving the school with great devotion. Her scholarship, and her wide and cultured back- ground have been an inspiration to her pupils. Apart from her teaching. Miss Cam has always shown great interest in all school activities. Many of us remember her at Hallowe ' en parties in her ingenious masquerades: The Penguin , The Wise Old Owl , Stop, Look, Listen and others. She has been an enthusiastic Head of Cumming House, and has never spared herself in her efforts to develop in the girls a loyal spirit and a high standard of work and conduct. As co-worker in the Department of Mathematics, I shall, in Miss Cam ' s departure, experience a real personal loss. During the twenty-three years, we have worked together happily and in the fullest co-operation. We hope that she has many, many happy years ahead of her to enjoy her home and garden in the beautiful English country-side. With affection and every good wish Trafalgar bids her Farewell. G.I.L. [15]

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A BOX FOR A BIRTHDAY MARIE, SLIPPING on the loose stones, ran down the drive and onto the road, which was hard under her feet as she came into the town. It was a glorious day, she was away from her aunt, and she didn ' t have to be back until lunch-time. She ran faster, the ground stinging the soles of her feet, and then slowed abruptly mingling with the casual stream of people as the hill joined the main street, her cheeks scarlet and her hair windblown. It was pleasant to walk slowly along, with the sun warm on her back and the breeze cool in her face, looking at the shop windows, at the people, and thinking how nice a small town was — how very much nicer than boarding school. It was extremely inconvenient, she thought, that her worst aunt should live in the nicest place: her favourite aunt lived in the city, and she hated staying there in the summer; the middling aunt lived in an extremely popular simimer resort — far too popular for Marie ' s liking; and Aunt Jane lived in a lovely country town, which even her fussiness, her insufferable fussiness, couldn ' t spoil. So Marie was here for the summer, rather than anywhere else, while her parents went on another of their countless trips. She stopped to pat a cocker-spaniel, and looking up saw an antique shop, full of dark, indistinguishable objects. She moved closer, and ran her eyes over the assortment in the window. Perhaps there would be something here for her mother ' s birthday. There was an old clock — rather like Aunt Jane ' s, actually. Aunt Jane: Marie remembered her at breakfast, looking worriedly at the reports of accidents in the paper, jumping when the telephone rang; her thin face lifted, her eyebrows raised, to hear who was at the door when the maid opened it, and her half-smile of relief when it was only the milkman. Aunt Jane lived in daily fear of telegrams — whenever it was her birthday they had to remember it in plenty of time because Aunt Jane would be so worried by receiving a telegram, even if it only said ' Many Happy Returns ' , that she would never enjoy herself. And now, of course, when Marie ' s parents might have an accident any time — ! Marie ' s attention came back to the antique shop with a jerk as a fat, well-dressed woman marched in, opening and shutting the door to the loud ringing of a bell. There were a set of silver spoons, a small bookcase full of old books — Marie tried to read their titles, but it was too dark inside to see much — a china shepherdess, a little black box — Marie looked at this with greater interest. It was possible to keep almost anything in a box like that — jewellery perhaps, thought Marie, pressing her nose against the window in an effort to see it more clearly. What was it made of, she wondered? How much did it cost? She moved along a little, trying [16]