Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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 ?

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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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I want to read you the inscription around the walls of the cloister of an old school in England — -Winchester College. This cloister is a memorial to the boys from that school who died in the Great War and it reads like this: Thanks be to God for the service of these five hundred Wykamites who were found faithful unto death amid the, manifold chances of the Great War. In the day of battle, they forgot not God who created them to do His will, nor their country, the stronghold of Freedom, nor their .school, the mother of Godliness and discipline. Strong in this threefold Faith, they went forth from home and kindred to the battle fields of the world and treading the path of duty and sacrifice, laid down their lives for mankind. Thou, therefore, for whom they died, seek not thine own, but serve as they served, and in peace or in war bear thyself ever as Christ ' s soldier, gentle in all things, valiant in action, steadfast in adversity. It was rather surprising to me when I read this, that the school should be joined with God and Country in the threefold Faith. I had never thought of the school as taking a place of such importance. But in considering it, I came to this conclusion — that a school in which youth lives, works and plays for a period of three, four or five years is truly as the inscription says The mother of Godliness and discipline in this most important and impressionable period of life — the period of Youth. In all that we read or hear these days, there is one point that is stressed over and over again, and that is what Youth is going to do in the world — what Youth is thinking and planning and how Youth is going to deal with the problems that face humanity — and we are that Youth! It will rest with us to determine and to deal with the condition of the world in twenty or thirty years from now. The generations before us have given us the best they had of knowledge and wisdom. Not least of the gifts bestowed, is the foundation of schools such as this. Here is where the young have lived and ever will live, guided by the presence of older and wiser people, it is true, but here is essentially the abode of Youth. Here, from all parts of the Dominion, from homes and churches and communities of varied kinds, we are gathered to make from the contributions of all, a common life. Upon the background of the school ' s traditions and ideals, to embroider a pattern of our own which will enrich the design and carry it on. And, may I say, that, those older and wiser people who have chosen to live with us in guidance and discipline, are those who keep in mind the need and desire of Youth to dis- cern, in some measure, and to give form and substance, in some degree, to its own visions. To these, we owe a debt of gratitude and affection which we can never repay. For the background of beauty against which our lives are set, we have no words. Graduates of all years carry in their hearts the memory of the old building with its stone capped turrets, its noble hall, its great window. The boys of Winchester College strong in their threefold Faith, went forth to the battle fields of the world and laid down their lives for mankind. This, in a literal sense is not required of us, but service and self-sacrifice are the demands which life will call upon us to meet. In our going forth we lay to our hearts the noble words with which this inscription closes: Seek not thine own, but bear thyself ever as Christ ' s soldier, gentle in all things, valiant in action, steadfast in adversity. — Barbara Jones