Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGII. 5 aware of what was going on the dish would be gone and — what a disappointed look came to that poor girl ' s face. Meanwhile some of the ever- thoughtful Domestic Science girls were preparing hot chocolate, etc., down stairs for the poor, weary, inex- perienced grads who could not tell you what the ice-cream tasted like. This evening was such a suc- cess we decided right away to give something else, but could not name it until we had a meeting. The result was a Chocolate Evening. Committees were appointed and business was done up in a much shorter time than the previous evening demanded. From 6 to 6.30 the teachers were entertained, after which the students were admitted. The very attrac- tive poster which was made by the art graduates seemed to arouse the curiosity of all and had the desired effect. The trip to Oshawa for the photo is yet to come, and our pins and rings have not arrived, but we anticipate great pleasure in both, and also should add to this history the pleasure enjoyed at this dinner given in our honor by the juniors. Our term is almost over, and although there is much to divert our attention at present, we shall in the future often recall the pleasure enjoyed while we were together as the graduating class of ' 03 at the dear old O.L C. CLASS PROPHECY. We prophesy that Marion, after years of hard de- bating, will finally decide it is her duty to go to the foreign field as a missionary. Here we picture her trying to introduce the M. E. L. course (her favorite one) into one of the heathen colleges. Our little Eastern Artist we see in a large studio filled with easels, and seated at these easels are little men and women of color trying to draw, and bravely endeavoring to imitate their master ' s good work. We see our Daisy with her longed-for wish ful- filled. She is known the world over; she is one of the most noted organists of Europe. Also amazing the crowds with her wonderful voice and her flying fingers. We prophesy a grand and brilliant future for our two dramatic girls. Our ' star has not yet set, although she has passed the three score years and ten. Our clever Lean piece of humanity will still captivate audiences with redoubled magnetism. A vision of a platform looms up before our eyes. There in the midst of the teaming thousands stands our sweet-tempered Nellie holding forth on woman ' s rights, and completely over-powering even the men with her eloquence. There comes before our gaze an old woman whose name is not Taylor now. Pleasant and happy- looking, no peculiarly noticeable feature until she raises her hand, an d then why do people stare ? Her fingers taper down to a pin point, all caused by practicing so much in her youth. The music still continues to pour from these fingers, although she has passed the century mark. What is to be for Bea will be. We see her happily surrounded by so many little humming Bees— all busy making fudge and little mud pies. Following in her steps we see them at the practical part of domestic science. No dypepsia or indiges- tion troubles any of this household. There comes before our vision a vivid picture of an old woman legging it as fast as she could go, carrying under each arm sketches from art gallery to art gallery, clutching them with her small sun- burnt hands. Never will Sammie ' s sketches float aimlessly over the ocean. At the head of one of the world ' s renowned co- educational colleges will be Madame Wilson, while on her brilliant career as a concert singer, at- tention will be attracted to her as filling every requirement— mentally, morally and physically — necessary for the position of such a dignitary. With the sweet winsomness displayed when hostess at a Domestic Science dinner, we shall find Grace attending to her husband ' s clerical friends. We know her fate is a minister, but whether Con- gregational or Presbyterian we cannot yet tell. If we could take a peep into her kitchen we would always see a pot of chicken broth and jelly stewing for their sick parishioners. We prophesy for our Dutch lassie a brilliant and successful career. Vast amphithetres will be thronged to hear the exquisite music given by Frau- lein Gumpricht and the Polish gentleman commonly known as Paderewski. We find Blanche, the devotee of literature and science, presiding over a household. This will be a happy and healthy family, as all will be taken care of in a scientific manner. We picture her as a very shy, retiring little wife, but shining in the domestic science anrl nursing department of her little home. Standing before a lo-foot canvas we see our white- haired painter, splashing away preparing for her

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4 VOX COLLEGII. our most hearty congratulations. You are certainly original and full of bright ideas, which we graduates fully appreciate and enjoy in more ways than one. If you had been here a few minutes ago our faces and actions would have proved this. But as one of the marked talents of the undergrads is, I believe, character reading I am certain you can see well satisfied countenar.ces and happy hearts before you. There has certainly never been a more promising class in the College, and one thing which you already have been credited with is the organizing of a standard class pin. Now, if you continue in the way you have started probably your standing will reach that of the pre- sent graduating class. I might say surpass it. only with such a class of physical developments besice me I am afraid it would be dangerous. Let me thank you for this delightful repast you have so kindly given in our honor, and wishing for you every success in the future allow us to drink your health. To this Miss Moysey responded: It aflFords me great pleasure to express, on be- half of the class, our thanks for your good wishes. That we will try to honor the place you leave us you know. No doubt with the aid of our originality, marked talents, and character reading we will be able to do so. The honor and pleasure of enterta ining our grads of ' 03 is sufficient thanks. Again thanking you for your kind wishes, I may say that we will indeed be honored if we reach the high standard set by the graduating class of 1903. ' ' Miss Michaelis then rose and proposed this toast to the grads : I am, indeed, pleased to have the pleasure of speaking to the seniors of ' 03, and there is one thing I can say about you all, you have been one of the brightest classes we have had for some time. In behalf of the undergraduates I now propose a toast. We wish you all success and happiness in the new lite into which you are entering. Miss Knapp responded with the words: I consider it a great privilege and honor to speak to the class of ' 04 on behalf of ihe grads of ' 03. We are very grateful to you for your good wishes, and also for the many little kindnesses you have shown us during the year. The large class of undergraduates have been a strong support in all onr undertakings, and we wish for them the greatest success in their final year ' s work. We are proud of our grads, and have good reason to be. They have the God speed of all, and we predict for each a bright future in their chosen spheres. H. B. CLASS HISTORY. Judging from the concordant way in which the members of the graduating class of ' 03 have worked together that quotation, I shall pass through this world but once ; if there is any good thing, any kind thing I can do, let me do it now. I shall not pass this way again, seems to explain the pre-eminent feeling that has existed among us. Our meetings have all been very delightful, and unless some special classes or an examination demanded our presence at two o clock, we enjoyed reading the notice (which was always written in very large type), Meeting of the graduates in the chapel immediate ' ly after dinner. Very important business. All })tust be present. Our first meeting was called by our worthy president, Miss Petnerbridge, to arrange for a Graduates ' concert. Many suggestions were made but nothing definite was decided. Of course it would not do to settle such important business without considerable meditation. Perchance the musical girls or elocutionists might do more than the M.E. L. ' s, art or domestic science girls; that would be almost criminal. At first we decided to have for one number on the programme a mock faculty, but failing in our attempt to obtain a plot which would be worthy of being brought to faculty we dismissed the idea. However, not without spend- ing an evening in wild merriment, in spite of several interruptions. After three or four meetings we succeeded in getting the programme arranged to the satisfaction of all, and our very original secre- tary. Miss Wilson, procured the swagger-sticks and class colors, green and white. We choose for our emblem the four- leaved clover and for our motto Vestigia Nulla Retrorsum. One of the numbers on our programme which seemed to be very much appreciated by our expectant audience was a class song, written by Miss Wilson. After the concert all rushed for the chapel, where ice-cream and candy were served. Oh ! what a clamour there was until the dishes came and then — Now, you ' ll give me this dish. I was here first and paid you long ago. ' ' Yes, would be the reply, but before she was

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6 VOX COLLEGM. first exhibition in the Royal Academy. There is never a doubt but that this grand picture will be hung, and will be in the same row with those of Raffael, Rosa Bonheur, Reubens and F. Mc- Gillivary Knowles. Presiding over the White House we see our graceful Swan. She has had a brilliarit career, and has thrilled the hearts of many by her solo playing. But all this has now been given up, and we see her the star of all social events. We predict for our willing artist with the auburn locks a career which will excel all fame and fortune those of her illustrious brothers, and that as her 1 years and fame increase so will her weight, unti the misery caused by the thoughtless saying: How thin you are will be forgotten in the equally thoughtless, oft repeated How fat you are. ' ' The class has volunteered this prediction of the future of their prophetess : — In our mind ' s eye we see our stately graduate from the far Pacific pre- siding over an ancient baronial castle in the midst of broad English acres. Her handsome husband is all that can be desired, and her four-year-old Francis a perfect dream. We extend ourselves all a cordial invitation to pay her an extended visit. CLASS POEM. All hail ye learned sages Of Whitby ' s famous school, And you, ye ancient maidens. Well trained in book and rule. Flap your huge wings in wonder At your great poetess. While she declaims in thunder, The merits you possess. I know some girls would rather For subject take a boy. But I will speak of fairies For they are all my joy; The dear, sweet nymphs that wander And roam the College grounds. And sometimes seek the grandeur Away beyond their bounds. Our president, the fairy queen Her magic wand did wield Until beneath her smiling mien We each did bow and yield, And though her reign is over. Though her subjects scattered be, In the deepest depths of each young heart, Lies a cherished pearl marked Annie. My first sweet elf is Lilian, Sweetest and best is she ; Her voice is like the chime of bells, She ' s busy as a bee. Her dulcet notes can soothe one And free from every care, Her measures wild, heroic, Would please a dancing bear. My second is a Daisy, Just like that little flower. An even-tempered lady. Whom some one will devour Then she can sing divinely. And shake her raven locks. And lullaby the baby, While she the cradle rocks. Now, there is Wilhelmina, She is my noble third ; And frequently, I fancy That she is quite a bird. My senses may deceive me, But one thing I do know. That she goes oft to Oshawa, Perhaps? to see her beau. My fourth— a little Taylor, Not tailor by the trade But just a lively Mabel Whom somebody will wed. She lives in dear old Whitby And attends the O.L.C. In music she will graduate. With our class of naughty three. Now, from the great Pacific, Where Britain ' s ensign fl ies, My fifth comes forth both tall and strong And for the boys she sighs. On M. E. L. her mind is bent, She has never known defeat. And the foremost chair in oysters Has always been her seat. And there is Elfin Webster, Dear Blanche keeps me in doubt; To-day I think I know her, To-morrow I am out.