Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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MIDAS Sunny morning . . . light on the wall like gold — Like gold! That man who came to me last night Said all I touched — the sheets turn stiff and bright! It works! Gold table and gold bed — I ' m rich! Gold pillow for my head, Golden curtains, golden wall. Shoes and cloak — all I wear — Golden brushes for my hair! Nothing cheap at all, at all — Golden buckle in my belt — Nothing silver, nothing felt! Out into the garden run. Richest! richest in the world! Water golden in the sun. Golden stones in the water hurled. Golden rose, golden tree. All I see golden grows. All for me! all for me! Back inside in ecstasy. Golden table, golden chair. Ring a newly golden bell — Touching fast as I am able. Seeing gold spring here and there. Maid, astonished, flies to tell Master ' s turned the room all yellow! That cook! The coffee looks too strong — Lower wages for the fellow! It tastes — he ' s tried to poison me! No. It ' s gold. Touch toast to trembling lips — Eggs! Ham! Butter! Jam! Let me eat them! Bated breath — Milk turns gold, defying sips . . . I ' ll never eat again. I ' ll starve to death. I ' ll starve to death. — My daughter, oh, my love. Come, comfort me! I ' ll tell you what I ' ve done. What deadly sin — my child! Your hand turns hard in mine. Your face is still. 0 gods, I didn ' t mean to ask for this — 1 didn ' t mean to kill the one I love . . . These fingers have the power To change warm flesh to metal shining cold. [24]

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those who were taken alive were led in bonds and crucified along the Appian Way, the bodies being left to rot as a terrible warning to other men in bondage. Writers and men of vision have been inspired by this outstanding leader. Among these is William Linton, an English author and friend of Mazzini, the soul of the Italian unification movement, who signed his political contribu- tions to various newspapers Spartacus . Spartacus ' s name was also taken by a group of left-wing socialists in Germany who opposed the war of 1914-1918 and who tried to bring it to a speedy end. Elihu Burritt, a nineteenth century American writer and philanthropist, was inspired by the Spartacus legend to write a piece of rhetoric called the Address to the Gladiator , which has since become famous. Howard Fast too, a contemporary American, used Spartacus as the subject for one of his latest and best novels. Although historical facts are few, the name Spartacus symbolizes the eternal struggle against tyranny. Eva Kornpointer, Arts VI, Gumming House. ALGEBRA Add x4, divide y , and find sixth root of z. All sorts of crazy formulae are buzzing in my head. Now multiply an a by x, and find fifth root of z, O when I work on Algebra I wish that I were dead. Cube the square, and square the cube, and take fourth root of z. This would have been much simpler had I only stayed in bed. Then take a sum, a product find, toss in cube root of z. Yes, this a silly subject is, which I most surely dread. Divide the x, divide the y, divide square root of z. Numbers I ' ll put up with, but with letters I see red. By prodigious deduction, I solved sixth root to z. But I am glad I don ' t teach this to earn my daily bread. Janet Rutherford, Form Vb, Gumming House. THE LAKE THE SMALL lake was beautiful in the moonlight. From the golden shimmering circle near the centre came ripples of shiny black, only to become silver ribbons of lace as they glided over the soft, wet sand. Somewhere across the lake a loon wailed its mournful desolate cry. As we lifted our eyes to search for the maker of the sound, we noticed an overhanging branch of a water-willow dipping down into the cool, black water. The moonlight, as it penetrated the hanging boughs, produced shadows which played and danced upon the water. A bough breaking from a willow tree brought us back from the cloud in which we had been for the last few cherished moments, as we had gazed upon that holy place. We knew that we must leave the lake to the God who had created it. Alberta Anderson, Form Vb, Barclay House. [23]

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I never can touch anything but gold. I ' ll never feel the rain upon my face. No velvet, or deep fur, or rough barked tree, No sunwarmed grass, no man, no living, loving child . . . My life is changed to hunger, thirst, and torturing bright gold. Oh, give my life, my daughter, back to me! up the ski-tow to this height, and according to the rule, all things that go up must come down. So now my chief problem was how? I looked around, and found to my sheer delight an inviting sign saying: This pointed in the direction of a clump of trees. Well, this looked encouraging. The words BEGINNERS and EASY caught my eye, and with the help of a few deep breaths, I started toward the clump of trees, and looked beyond. Then, getting more venturesome, I started down. Whee, this is fun! Coming to a stop at the first turn, I looked back with great satisfaction. Well, that was easy enough, let ' s see what ' s next. My skis took me farther, on and on, past trees and around corners, until I was going at a terrific speed! The trees on either side of me whizzed by, making a pattern of green and brown streaks. Golly, how was I going to stop? A sharp turn was coming, and there was only one possible way for me to make it, and that was to fall, and walk around the corner. But it wasn ' t quite that easy. The falling part was all right, but oh, what a spot I chose! My skis had led me into deep snow, and there I just sat! My, what beautiful scenery! That was my attitude anyway, but the skiers whizzing by could see I hadn ' t stopped simply to admire the view! Now to get myself out of this predicament. I was so deep in the snow that every time I tried to get out I just went deeper. Finally I managed to wiggle myself onto the harder snow and stand up. The minute I stood up, my skis started on the rampage again, hardly giving me a chance to get my balance. Oh well, that ' s over. I hoped the rest would be a little easier. On I went to the next turn, which was even sharper and more slippery than the last. When I tried to stop, I found myself on an icy spot, and, being unable to stand, once more I sat! But my discouragement really wasn ' t necessary, as I came to find out. I had been there only a few minutes when a string of skiers came down, each one falling in the same spot where I had! I guess I ' m not the only one who skis sitting down! After gaining more courage, I ventured to stand, and once again my skis started sliding. It ' s amazing what difficulty two pieces of wood can get you into! What was that tricky bit of manoeuvring I had learned to turn oneself Caryl Churchill, Form Vb, Gumming House. T BEGINNERS ONLY TWO MILES OF EASY TRAIL [25]