Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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I walked slowly down to the kitchen where my eldest brother, Peter, was grumbling because his eggs and bacon were burnt. My next brother, Brian, was arguing with my father about sports. My little brother, Mike, was crying because he had to drink Cod Liver Oil! At school, prefects and teachers were giving out bad marks. The girls seemed to be grouchy also. Monday is the worst day of the week. But on all the rest of the days everyone is so pleasant. Why can ' t Monday be a pleasant day? Susan Roy, Form II, Fairley House THE OLD RAT There was a very old rat. Who lived underneath the mat. He had a grouchy old wife, Who scared him out of his life. The old rat loved blue cheese, But green cheese made him sneeze. Red cheese made him cry. While grey cheese was too dry. There was an old tom cat, Who loved a meal of rat. And one day that was that. For the very, very old rat. Celia Ross, Form II, Barclay House GOING HOME RETURNING home from school is a weary process, but not nearly as lengthy as it was several months ago, when I had the half-hour drag down St. Catherine Street by bus. Happily this has been shortened to ten minutes by the coming of the subway. But there is still the long wait at the corner of Papineau Street where five bus routes converge around one stop. Whenever a bus rounds the corner at Dorchester, half the crowd stands on its toes in eager anticipation. All too frequently it is discovered to be a twenty-two, which has its stop a little further down the block. The crowd subsides, and all return to their hastily-dropped conversations. However, in the event of a seventy-something numbered bvis, almost the whole assembly dashes to the curb to lean perilously far into the street, and when the bus draws up, a fearful scramble ensues. Everyone is drawn into it, like a whirlpool, and the shoving to get out of or into the bus creates an enormous hustle and bustle. Finally the bus moves off, but j ust as it leaves, the traffic light turns red. This affords enough time for a newly-disgorged group from the Metro to come running up to the vehicle to sink panting into the seats nearest at hand. At last we start oflf, often to be delayed by a traffic jam on the Jacques Cartier Bridge! You can see why I ' ll be glad when the subway branch to Longueuil is opened, in April. Vivien Law, Upper II, Cumming House [24]

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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 ] .

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HOUSE POINT MATHEMATICS Fifty points is what I need Then my House name all can read! So I swim for the school For twenty points — that ' s the rule. Two points for the art I drew. Now my total ' s twenty-two. But fifty points is what I need Then my House name all can read! Two bad marks reduce the score: This week I ' ve got minus four. Thursday ' s hymn gave me three, I set up the gyni, you see. Oh! Fifty points is what I need Then my House name all can read! Mid-term marks — hip hurray ! I got ten points for my A! Conduct mark! That is bad. j Now my House Head will be mad! Oh, well ! minus five — See the total take a dive. And fifty points is what I need So my House name all can read! Red Cross animals gave me ten — They were little rabbit men. Two squares knitted jvist the same — Another four points to my name. Yes, fifty points is what I need So my House name all can read ! My tall giraffe gave me eight. Soon I ' ll be there at this rate. Hurry, hurry — knit one square — Just two points and I ' ll be there. Yippee! Fifty points ivas my need. Now my House name all can read! Jane Eddison, Upper II, Ross House FORGOTTEN ' • ' •As you can see, each tree has an adequate amount of leaves to make food il. and . . . Gosh! this is boring, Dick Taylor exclaimed in a hoarse whisper to his buddy, Bob Kent. You ' re not kidding, replied Bob. Let ' s sneak away. The two boys were on a science trip with their class. Everyone thought that it was a good idea, at first, but it had proved very boring. When Dick finally agreed to Bob ' s suggestion, they picked up their limches and began to clamber up the huge rocks, leaving the other students to learn about how some animals are given a special colour of skin to be able to blend in with the background in order . . . After a few minutes they reached a clearing in the forest where a cool stream trickled down to the lake below. [25]