Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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PHOTO CONTEST First: Joanne Bird, Upper II, Donald House Second: Anne Boulton, Form Va, Cnniming House Third: I)cbbi(; Hughes, Form II, (aunming House Honourable Mention: Debbie McRobie, Form Vb, Gumming House The Staff of Echoes would like to thank Mr. R. D. Wilson for very kindly judging this contest for us. [28]

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NIGHT The night is dark, The traffic is heard miles around, Clouds passing over the moon, And shadows of a dark alley, A lamp post shines its light. An alarm clock whirring off at the wrong time, The sounds of the world are loud: Shuffling papers. Writing pens and pencils. People going to bed. The clicks of lamps inside, going off, A match striking as someone puffs away at a cigarette. People walking about. Horns honking. Me? I do nothing but watch night. But soon it turns to day. And yet again, night. Candy Jotcham, Upper II, Barclay House BY THE SEA TINY waves, grey and dull in the light of the early morning, threw their foamy crests and lapped against the stone docks and small craft. A gentle breeze blew quietly past, flapping the boat sails and playing among the piles of lobster traps. A seagull drifted aimlessly on its way, its mournful cry fading as it flew into the wild blue skies. The strong smell of fish, some rotting in the gutters, others fresh from the morning catch, mingled with the pleasant smell of tobacco and the salty odour of the sea. Then the hum of activity increased with the friendly bustle of the crowd; the brushing of the coarse skirts of the fishermen ' s wives and the damp, clinging breeches of the sailors as they hurried past. The crowded street by the tavern where the strong smell of liquor drifted from the open door was the favourite haunt of many an old seaman worn by wind and weather. There, on the oaken bench on the cobbled street, they sat, viewing the ships as they left and returned during the day, listening to the sound of the occasional horse ' s hooves on the rough cobble stones, or spinning yarns of the sea to any who would listen. The tangy taste of the sea and the smell of tar from the docked fishing boats draped with drying nets filled the morning air. Nearby, some of the owners sat mending other nets or traps, while all aroimd them the smells grew stronger and the crowds more numerous. Jessie Fiske, Form III a, Fairley House ODE TO MORTALITY Lying so quietly, darkness around. Mother Nature ' s life and the warm groimd. Once there was movement, red and warm glow; Nestled from sunshine, covered by snow, All in the deep oblivion lost. Minds not warped by life ' s hardest frost. Nature ' s old trees embed me in hope For a creature all cold found on a slope. Minerals, earth ' s majestic times past. Lean on my head, the pain is to last Wondering if age is the way it was told. For it ' s cold and dark and it ' s dark and cold. Ann Roberts, Form IIIb, Barclay House [27]

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DO YOU REMEMBER — I won ' t accept your apology, until . . . Mary ' s nature demands during fire drill! Do nie a favour ... Lina ' s nocturnal parental rendezvous. Vicki mumbling Latin verbs in her sleep. No more speaking Spanish! Teri tearing her pants on the skidoo! Make-up! She ' s only 14! You can sit with me, Sandy! Marie Anne : Just wait till he sees me ! Spots in my eyes — must be my liver! Celia: Tuesday, hair-washing night, ugh!! Kiss me good-night. Did you take one of my chocolates? Susan: Come upstairs for a ' how are you ' . Please say I ' ve gained a pound. low never go out on walk! Parents ' night. Well, my Spanish, Hindustani, German aunt . . . ' Thank God you ' re back — you ' ve got a conduct mar Pattie: Has the mail come yet? Kraus ' s seven-foot rabbit! Frase: I ' m in love — what am I going to do? Judy — stealing the rising bell! [29]