Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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MY PET DOG My little doggie is so furry, He eats up his supper in such a hurry, He twitches his feet, And he leaves his meat. His teeth are white. And his hair is bright. His paws are clean, But he really isn ' t that mean. He sleeps by the chair. And while he sleeps he lets out air. He climbs in a house. Waiting for a little mouse. Jane Nemec, Lower I, Age 9 WINTER Yesterday I made a fort in the snow. And all the wind did blow. I had my scarf to keep me warm. When all about there was a storm. Bruce went home to get more clothes. While I stood there and nearly froze. When he got back we slid down the hill, And then in a moment along came Bill. Derby Perry, Remove, Age 8 SNOWFLAKES Snowflakes are big and white; When you ' re in bed they shine in the moonlight. In the day they fly through the air And they land everywhere; Some of them fall on your nose. Some of them fall on your toes. Monica Brucker, Upper I, Age 10 [22]

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PREFECTS C. T. Take me, I ' m yours. M. F. Well kid, it ' s off to the orphanage. J. Maof. Wanna ride? S. Hen. Care for a cigarette? S. Haj. Next year we ' ll have a plastic pool. A.Moore: Let Hertz put you in the driver ' s seat. W. F. The epitome of the female figure: 15, 20, 15. C. McD. Madam Chairman . . . D. D. I only had one sip! F. K. All I did was ruh the lamp. P. S. MOTHER— dust! B. W. BURP! J. Mack: How do you like it? It ' s got 8 cylinders, dual exhaust and a stick shift! [21]

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MY PETS ) MY two poodles are very playful. When they see me, they jump up and lick my neck. Sometimes my two friends come over to play, and we take the dogs out into the park. They have lots of doggy friends there. Robin Bronfman, Preparatory II, Age 6 A PLANE It goes soaring through the sky Like a bird passing by. It goes very high With a whisper and a sigh. It messes up the T.V. I When I ' m watching Mrs. Phebe, And it carries Mr. Stevie Away to Missassevie. That is a plane That carries us to Spain, Away from all the rain. Oh how I love it on a plane! Mary-Ann Michalak, Upper I, Age 10 j GROUCHY MONDAY IT was a cold, windy Monday morning. May 25, 1966 at 7 a.m. Sue, time to get up! Hurry! My mother was calling me. Ten minutes later: Susan, will you please get up. Your brothers got up when I called them, so you can get up too! I finally staggered out of bed. Br-r-r it ' s cold, I mumbled. I grabbed my dressing-gown off the end of my bed and pushed my feet into my blue slippers. [ 23 ] .