Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGII. 7 A fair, sweet country elfin, Who to her work is wed ; Her daily thoughts do heavenward tend, To judge by the poise of her head. Another happy elfin Is Marian, the fair, She graduates in M.E.L. And all such kindred w ' are. She really is so clever, The genius in her head. Perforce flows through each filament And turns them almost red. I read softly — do not raise a din A Star hos now reclined Behind a cloud of coverlets A refreshing nap to find. Ye winds, blow not the clouds away For fear the Star might soar Away beyond our vision ' s reach. And never twinkle more. We all admire Grace Silcox With her domestic art. You ' d know her by her smiling face And her large and kindly heart. If e ' er we were in trouble. Dear Grace was ever nigh To smooth the rough place over, To dry the tear-dimmed eye. Come, Beatrice, come, my muse inspire With various joys attend. Thou source of sweet and kindly acts. Thou dear obliging friend. But sometimes you excited get. And lose your little head. I trust this weakness you ' ll outgrow When you are better fed. Behold an elfin tall and red Retiring in her mood, She steals away and meditates Just as a fairy should. Our Nellie is a charming girl And perhaps I shouldn ' t tell. That she ' s not contented with a chap But add s a man as well. Well, Emma, we ' ll be easy dear, We know that thou art fair, And that thou art a precious Wood A timber sweet and rare. But ne ' ertheless some future time You may be bought for pelf. And some good-natured lumberman May take you to himself. Who can with Emily compete In beating ' gainst the wind ; She ' s built for cutting it in two. She ' d leave us all behind. This is the fairy that delights In looking down on me. But some day I ' ll look down on her When I can climb a tree. Ho ! ye that want, come to the spring Of Sammie ' s verbal flow. Open your ears and gladly Hear logic sweet and low. To high altitudes she leads, To nobleness allures, The ethics from her cherry lips True happiness ensures. Ah ! Anna, who from Southern Isles, To our College halls did come ; We had in thee a happy elf, A treasure for our home. Now back to Southern warmth and flowers With thy fairy wings out spread. Thou flittest to thy native homes With smiling skies o ' er head. Our much-accomplished Agnes, Divinely tall and fair. Of charms and arts of every kind Thou hast more than thy share. To know thee is to love thee, And although it was not meant We feel thou hast unkind been For thou all our hearts hast Dent. And now, dear fairies, one and all. Ye tall, ye short, ye thin. Ye stout, ye dark, ye red, ye fair, My pleasing task is done. Farewell, ye comrades of my heart. May each one wear a crown. An d ne ' er forget the glad school-days We spent in Whitby town.

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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.

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8 VOX COLLEGII. NEWS FROM ABROAD. We have recently received this, entertaining and well-written letter from one of our former students. We are sorry that lack of space made it necessary to omit some minor parts, but what we give is in- tensely interesting : My Dear Vox, — If, in the reading of this sketch, you derive as much pleasure in following our course from ocean to ocean as I have in review- ing the delights and pleasant associations connected with it, my wish will be gratified, for it will be my one aim to make you see, though but through the medium of an inadequate pen, the wonders of this world of ours. On the day of departure, when we drove down to the dock, passengers were already going on board. It was exciting to watch the stir and bustle as the great ship was made ready for her long sea trip. Such a babel of tongues one would imagine Bedlam had been let loose ; such a calling of friends to one another from the wharf to the hurricane and pro- menade decks. The different bits of conversation were amusing yet pathetic. But time sped all too quickly, and now the captain, tall and commanding, at the head of the gangway calls out : All visitors ashore now. Reluctant good-byes are said again, and as the ropes were cast off and the good ship slowly drew away from the wharf there rose over all this confusion the clear sweet tones of the bugles playing Old Lang Syne, ' ' as we swung out into the open sea, full steam ahead. Some people still stood at the railing, straining their eyes for one more glimpse of friends on the fast receding shores. Days at sea follow one another monotonously alike. There was first the novelty of throwing quoits, and playing endless games of shuffleboard, but one very soon settles down to the usual quiet routine of life on board an ocean liner. The first three or four days out were quite squally, but otherwise we were very fortunate in having beautifully calm and delightful weather. It is surprising how quickly one drifts into conver- sation with a neighbor. At first it is on very minor subjects, but soon you are talking away as if you had met one another every day of your life. And so the days slipped by. After we had been out about a week, our flagging energies and interests were once more aroused by the news that next day we would reach the Azore Islands. Friday, January 23rd, we dropped anchor, and how our sea-tired eyes grew brighter at the sight of the low grassy shores, and the rows of pink, green and white houses shining in the rays of a warm sun. Cameras were now busily employed. Presently natives put out from the shore in their boats, laden with fruit and curios, and they very quickly disposed of their wares and returned for other loads, for it is the only time they have to make any money. We remained here only three hours. It had been an exciting day, and as every one was tired we retired very regularly. So we settled down once more to quietness and gossip. Our next stopping place was at Gibraltar. We arrived there at three m the afternoon and anchored in the bay. How glad we were to be on terra firma once more. Scarcely had we landed when we were surrounded by the natives, who were mostly Arabs, tall, swarthy-skinned men, with brilliant black eyes, clad in long flowing robes with gayly colored tur- bans on their heads, selling all sorts of curios. Of course, there were any number of Spaniards. We had the funniest and most amusing one for our guide, and he kept us in laughter all the time by his peculiar broken English. As we went in we entered through a gate at which an official stood who presented us with tickets, which our guide explained to us were to be used in case of our not being out of the gate before sundown, when the gun was fired. After this to leave the city one required a ticket. We took a quaint little yellow carriage with cur- tains and drove through the principal streets to where the Moorish bazaar was held. Here we were met by the most suave merchants who, in spite of our reluctance, sold us the quaintest curios which we didn ' t want, but which they solemnly assured they were positively giving away. We drove through the public gardens, cool and inviting, and from, there we had a splendid view of the harbor. Laden with all sorts of things dear to the heart of a tourist, especially a woman, we re- turned to our boat, and after the last load of passen- gers had been brought we started. By this time it was quite dusk, and as we swung slowly round the point across the quiet v aters there boomed the deep tones of the sunset-gun. One by one the lights began to twinkle, and soon the whole city with its varied crowd of strange and familiar sights and peoples lay outlined before us. Two days later, at midnight, we anchored in