Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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by a partition, it became two Junior classrooms which were referred to, for lack of numbers, as the Inner and Outer Study. The outer room must always have had a certain resemblance to a station waiting room, since only through it could one reach either the inner room or the kitchenette, and this meant that the class in the inner room had to file through at intervals, to say nothing of the procession of Staff going to the kitchenette at recess to warm their milk in the cold weather. These and all the other rooms in this forty-year-old section of the building will soon be only memories. Every one has its own history, its special associations — different for each of us. And so we say a rather regretful farewell to these rooms and corridors that have seen so much. Soon, in their place, will be a new McGregor Street, but even its newness will be tempered by our history, for the door opening onto it will be Traf ' s original front door, through which all her generations of schoolgirls have passed. Tho ' much is taken, much abides. E.S. 1955 AND ALL THAT! The time has come, the City said, For us to knock you down. You are nothing but a Road Block That slows our trip to town. ' Twas really very hard you know To hear their fierce attack. They know I ' m mostly made of stones And cannot answer back. But if I had a human tongue, The things that I could say! You know ' tis said that walls have ears — I ' ve heard much in my day! I ' ve been a school nigh forty years: The girls I ' ve come to know. I ' ve watched them as they ' ve been at work. The bright ones and the slow. I ' ve listened as for hours they ' ve sat Through lessons by the score. And when I think of some of them I shudder all the more! I ' ve heard how Caesar conquered Gaul, The strategies he planned. What Hannibal and others did To gain some extra land! Off with her head! the Queen of Hearts Once callously did cry, And History tells how poor King Charles The axe ' s edge did try . And there ' s the tale of Jericho Whose walls came tumbling down, They even break a sentence up When asked to find the noun! But I have heard of drugs they ' ve found To try to conquer ills. Perhaps they ' ll give a bit to me. Inject my window sills? I ' m on the spot, they always knew I could not move or bend. So ere I ' m flat upon my face I must this poem end! L.F.M.B. [15]

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THE NEW BUILDING AT THE JUNE ' 54 Closing Exercises Dr. Foster outlined the plans for the new wing, which has been made necessary by the city ' s expropriation of the back part of the school in order to extend McGregor Street. Work was begun during the summer months. The verandah of the house was torn down, the charming green fence was moved farther out onto the sidewalk, and the excavating began. School reopened, and during the year we have had the opportunity of watching the new building grow. The steam shovel soon disappeared and the cement mixer took its place. The foundations were laid, and in no time steel girders were being swung into place by a huge crane. With the framework set up, riveting began. This was the most fascinating of all the work that had been done so far. The red-hot rivets were thrown up to a man, standing on a girder, who caught them in a bucket and hammered them into place. After the riveting, bricklaying began. This has continued all winter. As spring approaches, the brick work has been almost completed, and what remains to be done now is the finishing of the interior. The new school is to consist of classrooms, sound-proof music rooms, laboratories, studios and cloak- rooms. We, the class of ' 55, wish the future students great happiness and success in the new Trafalgar . Joan Branscombe, Arts VI, Gumming House. GRAD DANCE ' 55 January rolled around once more, Traf grads upon pink clouds did soar. The reason was: their dance was near. Would it be fun? How they did fear! Snowflakes hung and trees stood still, Disguising all by Morgan ' s skill; The music of Ken Allen ' s band Made the gym a wonderland. The night arrived and all was set, But all too fast the time sped on. Boy and girl at dinners met. And far too soon the night had gone. To school they all did make their way. But none will forget while they ' re alive To dance and laugh and be most gay. The wonderfvil Grad Dance ' 55. Judith Bennett, Arts VI, Barclay House. aASS NOTES VA ONCE AGAIN from hall to hall it ' s Monday morning in Va, and here with a play by play description are your reporters, Foster Harrison and Wes McClark. The first period is over and the score is 1 — 0 in favour of the Teachers. Now there ' s a mad scramble by the boards as rookie Henderson takes up her position outside. Order is restored as Leonard, for the Teachers, appears on the scene. There go Bourdeau and McAvity to the bench. They seem to be deep in conversation, probably discussing Saturday night ' s activities. The time is now 10.35. A few algebra books are tossed on the ice as Leonard is replaced by Galambos, and the score remains 1 — 0. [17]