Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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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]

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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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Let ' s eat our lunch here, suggested Bob. Professor Thompson will never notice that we ' re missing until it ' s time to go back to the bus, and by that time we ' ll have sneaked back. All right, agreed Dick. So they opened their lunch boxes and set them down on a smooth rock. All of a sudden they heard a voice among the bushes. Hey! What are you younguns doin ' on my property? They turned around to see an old, gaunt hermit, with a hoary, unkempt beard, standing at the edge of the clearing. W-w-why we j-just c-c-came here f-for a picnic, sir, stammered Bob. Well you ain ' t bavin ' no picnic here, said the old man rudely. But we ' re just going to have our lunch and go home, said Dick, and anyway this is a pidilic forest, and you have no right to tell us to go away. But it ' s my property! returned the hermit. Well, how would you like it if you wanted to eat in another part of the forest and somebody chased you off? said Dick boldly. The old man looked up at the towering trees surrounding the clearing and seemed to ponder for a moment. Well, he said thoughtfully, I reckon you ' re right. A faint smile appeared on his cracked lips as he continued, C ' mon down to my hut near the lake and I ' ll show you all my pets. As they approached the hut. Bob and Dick were astonished to see a fawn, a squirrel and two rabbits come forward eagerly to meet the hermit. The hermit explained the different habits of his forest friends to the boys. This proved to be much more interesting than their science book. But their thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice — . . . so boys, you can see what a calamity it wotdd be if there were no lakes to . . . Remembering the reason that they had come to the woods, the boys hastily said goodbye to their friend, and, promising to return, ran off to join their classmates. And to this day they have no misgivings about sneaking away, except that they forgot their lunches. Nabiha Atallah, Upper II, Gumming House ADVENTURES OF A BAD MARK WHAT a boring day! Nine-thirty, and I haven ' t foimd a single victim. Ah, here comes someone now! Maybe I ' ll just stick to one person today. No, I guess not ; this person already has four of my cousins. Well, a quarter to ten, time to make my rounds. Preparatory seems relatively quiet today. Might as well try Lower I and Remove. Funny, they ' re quiet too. Now to try my luck on Form II. There isn ' t a sound! Not a peep! Oh, for the good old days when Form II was noisy. I can remember when I foimd four of my best friends six times. Ah! At last! The class I ' ve been saving all my strength for, UPPER II. I ' ll start in the front. There ' s somebody there I can usually count on . . . Good, here she is : the girl with her tunic up to her waist and the long red hair. Need I say more?? Elizabeth Rubensteen, Upper II, Ross House [26]