Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Toast list which follows and the remarks by the Toast Master, Dr. Carscallen, were characterized by humour and feeling: Our Country, Alma Mater, Faculty, Graduating Class, Other Classes, Student Organizations, College Press. baccalaureate i?unbap The church line wound its way toward the United Church on the evening of Baccalaureate Sunday, and looking back as we turnedi we saw the fourteen Seniors in cap and gown walking gravely through the gates. The Church had been charmingly decorated by a group of Juniors and Alumnae, and with the entrance of the Gradu ' ating Class, our last service began. A very thoughtful sermon was preached by Rev. Gerald R. Cragg, MA., Editor of the New Outlook, which made a deep impression upon the College group. The school returned home and lined up in Main Hall until the Senior Class had ascended the lovely Main Staircase, all singing the familiar hymn with which this ceremony closes. Refreshments were served in the Common Room, where the graduates met Mr. Cragg and other friends. pernor breakfast $artp What is so rare as a day in June for a breakfast party? In spite of all the dull- ness and dampness, the seniors started out bravely for their little jaunt across the fields. Bernadette had to be actually pulled out of bed to be ready in time. They trooped out of the school like an army — rugs over their shoulders, and food in their arms. From all reports they enjoyed their outdoor meal, which after all is the main thing. Barbara Jones collected the wood, while Shirley McLarty, Bern Henderson, Hannah Jacobs, and Vivian Ferguson fried the bacon and sausages and prepared the coffee. Along with these they had oranges, rolls and jam. Regardless of warnings Miss B. Maxwell was there — stiff neck and all; the class president presented the Seniors ' gift to her, a gold locket engraved with her initials. Lena Bracci managed to take moving pictures of the reactions of Miss B. before and after the presentation. The Seniors returned empty-handed but with hearts full of glee. Claste 5©aj The sun did not arise quite so soon as the Seniors did on Monday morning, June 6th. As they set off for their breakfast, the world had every symptom of being a very stormy one. But luck was with our graduating class, for th e rain held off until they had returned. The morning was spent in the usual manner, the lazy Juniors pressing uniforms and making a daisy chain with snowballs, spirea and daisies. The Seniors luncheon was held in the Domestic Science room with the Juniors pre- paring, serving and clearing up. At three o ' clock, the school assembled for Class Day in the Concert Hall in mingled merriment and sadness for this occasion, last but one of all the year. The Class biographies and prophecies helped cheer up the girls, nevertheless, our faces and eyes correspond with the weather outside. The Senior pins were graciously presented by Miss A. Maxwell; and some of the swimming awards by Miss Snell. The lovely strains of the School song, sung for the second to last time, closed a never-to-be-forgotten afternoon. In the evening the bonfire was great fun, the rounds and dares being enjoyed by everyone. One hates to say it, but one must admit that the teachers were very quick on the uptake and put it over on us nicely in the matter of dares. Fourteen

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Senior Class; Officers! Honorary President Class Teacher Miss A. A. Maxwell Miss B. Maxwell President Rotha Klopp Vice-President Lena Bracci Secretary -Treasurer Hannah Jacobs ®fje Mentor Bance All day Friday, February 25th, the busy Juniors transformed the gym. into a fairy land of blue and blue streamers, sea-scape murals and coloured balloons. In the early evening, Senior hearts were joyful at the arrival of flowers, messages and partners. After the receiving line, — Miss Maxwell, Dr. and Mrs. Carscallen, Miss B. Maxwell and Rotha Klopp, — was passed, the seven-piece orchestra was of main interest. The punch bowl was attended by Juniors who felt all the thrill of the occasion, and who were the willing waitresses in the Common Room and Main Hall. The Supper dance was welcome enough, but the final number came all too soon, with the playing of the National Anthem which brought to a close one of the happiest occasions of the School year. After three days of painting hearts down in the modelling rooms, the Seniors staged their annual play. This year as we looked inside the programme, we read at the very top, The Knave of Hearts. After a very fine opening ceremony, performed by Vivian Ferguson, we were introduced to the Knave, a very sneaky individual who managed to do away with all the King ' s tarts — Barbara Jones, by the way, but do you blame her? A stalwart herald, Rotha Klopp, stands on one side of the door and another herald, Dot Serviss, a little less stalwart, stands on the other side. With a mighty blast of bugles the King enters — Eleanor Coulter, with satin trousers, lace and all. The Chancellor, short but mighty, appears in the doorway; that huge moustache blocks our view, and we are unable to see who is behind it. Not even when he speaks can we recognize that deep gruff voice. Ah, now we know who it is — Lena Bracci. Lady Violetta is portrayed very well by Shirley McLarty, very stunning in a white flowing gown. Our mouths were watering something terrific when she made those lovely tarts. (We just heard they were, we didn ' t see them.) Ursula, the lady- in-waiting, — Noreen Laing — is most sympathetic, and a comfort to Lady Violetta. The two cooks, Dot Daniel and Alison Guy, make the discovery of the stolen tarts and are properly dumbfounded. Music and refreshments rounded out a thoroughly enjoyable evening. The Dining Hall was charmingly decorated on the evening of April 22 for the occasion of the Senior Dinner. The Senior table was decorated in the Senior colours, red, white and black, with red and black light-house flower vases holding white flowers. The place cards were interesting-looking sailor men and the candy boxes were treasure chests. The Junior table carried out the colour scheme of turquoise blue and brown, and the Lower School had their own colours on their tables. Each guest was provided with a humorous menu heralding an appetizing banquet. The Seniors were presented with the traditional Pine Tree coffee spoons in sterling silver, engraved with our beloved O.L.C. given by the Junior Class. The speeches of the Efje Mentor ipiap Senior Btnner Page Thirteen

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Class ropfjetp In the distance are the snowcapped mountain peaks and we are standing in the midst of the hustle and bustle of cars and important people rushing to reach the doors of the great white building of the League of Nations before 10 a.m. To my n«ht is a black limousine. Alighting is the most handsome man I ' ve ever seen! Oh, my! Who can he be? Really, don ' t you know? , says my companion, Why, that ' s Prince Stepoutski of Russia! But look! Isn ' t that stunning looking woman with him Rotha Klopp? No, my dear, haven ' t you heard? She is now the Princess Stepoutski! Drawing up behind is a snappy low-slung cream roadster with engine concealed behind the rear wheel. And stepping out, no other than Lucille Crorier. Yes, she has just had her latest picture accepted by the Louvre. (Who would thunk it!) She has recognized me! She is coming over to speak to me! Guess what! Before I left the airfield I saw through television Hannah Jacobs being crowned Poetess Laureate. I am sending her my congratulations through the Reader ' s Digest. On entering the building we, not being important speakers, are shown to the gallery. The president has just called on Bernadette Henderson to make her speech. We see that Bern has still got to be two places at once so Allison Guy, the great linguist, will take her place. Allison is proposing that some recognition be made by all nations of the great contribution Dr. Merrick has made to the medical profession. (As usual Allison is still thinking of others.) The greatest tribute ever to be paid to two people is about to be made to Dr. Merrick and her assistant, Eleanor Coulter, R.N., W.X.Y.Z. This just goes to show that one may do great things in this world with- out French. What is the commotion at the door? Oh, My! It is the operatic singer, Barbara Jones, with her six dogs, three pekinese and three Russian wolf hounds. I might have known from past experience at college that only Barbara could enter these portals after 10 o ' clock. Ah! She is coming over. Here ' s hoping her dogs don ' t eat me up! Says Barb in her usual flustered manner, I wish to request your absence at a dinner party at your house tonight for the great Tennis Champion, Margaret MacDonald. Oh, dear! I ' ve said the wrong thing again. The meeting is over, and we make our way to Barb ' s home. The approach to her mansion, we understand, has been laid out exactly as the approach to O.L.C., even to the cannon on the Heart. In the great hall we see two successful-looking men and in the background are their blushing brides, nee Shirley McLarty and Noreen Laing, looking very chic and beaming from ear to ear. We wonder where Shirley ' s ambition to be the greatest dietitian has gone — though we have always known that Dillon is fond of her food And it is hard to believe that Noreen could leave her mechanics We are seated at the table and what a position I ' m in! To my right is Lena Bracci and to my left Dorothy Daniel, — rivals for the World ' s Championship in typing. Apparently Dot has given up bookkeeping in preference to typing. We understand that Lena has recently won a much coveted prize for coloured photography in a contest sponsored by Fox Movietone. And here am I just another reporter. But I certainly have the goods on them! Who would have thought ten years ago that things would turn out as they have? Vivian Ferguson Shirley McLarty ?