Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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SENIOR SIXTH MARJORIE ANN BAYLIS, 1955-56 Gumming House Z love work; it fascinates me; I could sit and look at it for hours. Origin: Kingston, Jamaica, B.W.I. Ambition: Air stewardess. Probable destiny: Bailing out over the Caril bean. Pastime: Writing letters in study. Pet aversion: Private tutoring ! ! ! A.B. says: (She wouldn ' t let us write it.) Prototype: Dagwood. JOCELYN MARY KINSMAN, 1953-56 Gumming House Why be difficult? With just a little more effort you can be impossible. Origin: Montreal. Ambition: Europe. Probable destiny: Swimming the Atlantic. Pastime: Figure skating. Pet aversion: School. Jocie says: 0 0-OH! THE GAD! Prototype: Willis Willet. AWARDS THE TRAFALGAR CUP, awarded to the most public spirited of the senior girls, who at the same time has maintained a high standard of conduct and has shown devotion to work, was awarded last year to Morven Mcllquham. THE FORSYTH CUP, awarded to the senior girl who has made the most of her opportunities, showing herself friendly and helpful to all, was awarded to Joan Branscombe. THE INTER-HOUSE SHIELD, presented by Mrs. Wynne Robinson to the House which attains the greatest number of points during the year, was won by Barclay House. The CUMMING PRIZE was awarded to Caryl Churchill for outstanding work, loyalty and public spirit. THE FAIRLEY PRIZE was awarded to Judith Bennett for integrity, devotion and public spirit. Sandra Kovacs represented the School this year in the McGill Alumnae Public Speaking Contest, and was in the finals. Her speech was on Braille . [31]

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MARIA ISABELLA MONAHAN, 1952-56 Ross House Oh look for me, old fellow of mine, Where teachers are absent and bells never chime. Activities: Form Games Captain, First basketball team, Ski team. Origin: Switzerland. Ambition: To be a race horse trainer in Europe. Probable destiny: Singing I ' ve got the horse right here — the name is Paul Revere ... (Guys and Dolls) Pastime: Picking up Penny ' s dropped H ' s. Pet aversion : People who ask her if she is English. Bella says: Och noo. Prototype: Roger Bannister. MARGARET GRACE MORTON, 1953-56 Fairley House Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and M.G ' s still laughing. Activities: Prefect, House Head, Form Treasurer, School Games Captain, Second basketball team. Sports Editor of Echoes , Hymn player. Origin: Montreal. Ambition: To go through college. Probable destiny: In one door and out the other. Pastime : Trying to crumple Sue. Pet aversion : People who don ' t call her M.G. M.G. says: Ever loony. Prototype: Elmer Fudd. MARGARET NINA OWENS, 1950-56 Gumming House Love is only chatter: Friends are all that matter. Activities: Special choir. Origin: Montreal. Ambition: Nursing. Probable destiny: Making the beds in the Traf infirmary. Pastime : Looking for excuses not to go to short-hand . Pet aversion: Not being able to find any. Margie says: Oh, dear! Prototype: Dennis the Menace. JULIA MARIANNA SMITH, 1955 56 Fairley House Happy go lucky and full of fun, She brightens our room like a ray of sun, Activities : First basketball team. Origin: Toronto. Ambition: Nursing at Montreal General. Probable destiny: Wheeling the telephone from room to room at the M.G.H. Pastime: Answering Toronto mail (male?). Pet aversion : Bus drivers and their passes. Julie says: I just howled. Prototype : Goosy the Harlem Globetrotter. [30]

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THE PYRAMIDS Built by the blood of a million slaves. Mute testimony of Egypt ' s glory, They once stood fair and crowned with rays From Ra, the Sun God, famed in story. But of that glory, now alone Remain these blocks of crumbling stone. Full etched against the burning sky. The desert sands swirl round them still. And o ' er the tombs of kings gone by The desert now can work its will. The splendour of an empire, gone As fade the stars when comes the dawn. Though mighty Egypt turned to dust Still they endured, and still they stand ; Their tombs are robbed, their treasures, rust. And all is covered now in sand. But they are timeless as the sea And stars, through all eternity. Anne Begor, Form IVb, Gumming House. DUSK THE SUN was sinking in the west, making the craggy slopes on the western shore mingle with the water in a purple shadow. The reflection of the tall pines welled slightly with the dying movement of the water — not so much a movement, as a deep breathing which hinted at the dormant power of both trees and water. In that reflection the bottom of the lake, shale and sand, could be seen, but elsewhere the lake had locked its secret for the night and the waters were unfathomable black depths. Although visibility would remain for a time yet, the blue haze which precedes darkness had begun already to drape the summit of the hills. No doubt the evening star would soon appear over the forest, and night would descend. From behind an island slipped a canoe, silently propelled by the paddle of a lone man. He paddled with a steady stroke over what appeared to be a predetermined course towards the end of the lake. His presence gave the lake [32]