Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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DECEMBER December is the time of year When people are full of joy and cheer. The streets are full of happy people, And bells are ringing in the steeple. Beth Lennox, Lower I, Age 91 . THE STREAM The little stream sparkles Through the fields and forests. And bubbles on the pebbles. And shines like gold Under the flaming sun; And from the wide and sunny sky. Shines the silver moon by night. And turns the stream Into a silvery stretch; And when morning comes. It shines gold, and goes on forever. SiMONE Engelbert, Upper II, Gumming House. AUTUMN IN THE WOODS AUTUMN IN the wood just captures my heart with its stiff breeze. Last night we had a tang of frost, which makes the air fresh. The leaves make a crunching sound as I walk along. I hear the birds calling, as if saying their last farewells, and the honking of the geese overhead. As I look up I see the leaves falling down like little fairies in coloured dresses. Though I am enjoying myself here, I know that the brook must be pretty, so I go to see it. Through the woodland I go to a babbling brook. The foam with the leaves on it makes it look like a decorated cake. Here I rest, to think that in a few weeks it will have changed all its glory and splendor to a dark silent wood, asleep. Barbara Clarke, Form II, Ross House. MOONBEAMS At night o ' er all the sleeping earth. The moon sheds silvery beams, Down which angels slide to bring. To mortals, golden dreams. They shine suspended in the sky. Indeed they are a glorious sight. And if you look towards the moon. You may see them every night. Betty Shannon, Form II, Gumming House. [29]

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The suspense that followed could be felt. Then someone uttered a sigh of relief. It was echoed by the rest. With willing hands the ginger ale bottle was passed around. The midnight feast in the senior dorm had begun. Lynne Schofield, Form Va, Barclay House. EXAMS Study! Study! Study! My light burns brightly on To try to avoid that last minute rush Before my thoughts are gone. Write! Write! Write! With paper, pen, and ink. Trying to write page after page When I cannot even think. Exams! Exams! Exams! Hear me while I wail! My parents say, Do what you can . And grumble when I fail! Judy Brow, Arts VI, Barclay House. YOU ' RE TELLING US! Getting out this magazine is fun, but it ' s no picnic, If we print jokes, people say we are silly; If we don ' t, they say we are too silly. If we clip things from other papers, we are too lazy to write them ourselves; If we don ' t, we are too fond of our own stuff. If we don ' t print contributions, we don ' t appreciate genius; If we do, the paper ' s full of junk. If we change other people ' s work, we are too critical; If we don ' t, we are asleep. Now as likely as not somebody will say we swiped this from another paper. We did. No apologies to the Juggler, Ball State, and the Crimson Comet. (B.C.S. Magazine and Unity News, Sydney, Australia, L.C.C. Magazine) [28]

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WHY THE GRAND-FATHER CLOCK FORGOT TO STRIKE MIDNIGHT IT WAS late at night and all the family had gone to bed. The grand-father clock found it hard to keep awake. I wish someone were here, he said, but of course why should there be? All of a sudden he heard a funny noise; it was a noise of scraping. Oh dear! said the grand-father clock to himself, I hope that it is not a burglar. Then two mice came into view. One was bigger than the other, so it was plain to see that they were probably married, and looking for a home. The bigger mouse began to speak, I think this is a good place for a home. We can make a nice cosy nest, and we shall make it behind the grand-father clock. No cat would ever think of looking there, and the grand- father clock will tell us what time it is. Yes! I think so too, said his wife. Hello! said the grand-father clock. Eeeeeeee! screamed the two mice, and scuttled away to a dark corner of the room. Oh! do not be afraid, I ' m only grand-father clock, and I would be so pleased if you made your nest behind me! You do not have to worry about a cat, because the people in this house do not have one, but I still could tell you the time. When it is time to get up, I shall chime loudly, but when it is late, I shall not! Well that is fine! said the smaller mouse. My name is Swissy, because I like Swiss cheese better than any other kind! My husband ' s name is Wilsil, because he likes Wilsil bacon better than any other kind! Do you think, Swissy, that we should make our nest now? asked Wilsil. Why not wait until morning, because it is now fifteen minutes past midnight? asked the clock. Yes! We will do that! said the two mice together. Tonight we will sleep in this boot! said Swissy. Oh! what ' s wrong, grand-father clock? asked Wilsil. It was no wonder he said what he did, for the grand-father was very green! I forgot to strike midnight! said the grand-father clock. Janet Beattie, Upper I, Age IQi . [30]