Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGII 23 count of it ' s expressing our own views on the freshnian year at eol- lege. There are also some bright stories whieh show to advantage the splendid imaginations ol the writers. And now in, the shadow s, In the sweet stilly light, We ' ll whisjx?r, dear Holy oke, Dear Holyoke, ' good-night. ' — Mount Holv oke. Other journals received this month are : The High School Recorder, Lux Columbiana, The Univer- sity Clarion, The Calendar, The Mastern Park Chronicle, Kiskiminetan, and The O. A. C. From AUisonia we wish to copv our parting wish : AX AFTKRTHOUGHT. Let us lill the hours with the sweet- est things, Life is ])Ut a day; Let us drink alone at the purest springs In our upward way; Let us work with a life-time ' s zeal in an hour For the hours are few; Let us rest, not for dreams, but for fresher power, To be, and to do. Let us guide our wayward or wear- ied willst By the clearest light; IvCt us patiently climi) the most rug- ged hills, hen tliev lead to right; Let us tramjde the pride and the dis- content, Beneath our feet; Let us take whatever from Heaven is sent. With a trust complete. Let us waste no moments in weak regret, Ivich (lav is, but one, And what we reinember and what we forget. Went out with the sun; Let us ])e from our clamorous selves set free, With a will and a way, To be what the P ' ather would have us be, ' Tis but for a day.

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22 VOX COLLEGir We have been sympathizing with the chemistry class lately and when we found these answers in an ex- change, thought they might help them greatly : Were you speaking to me ? I didn ' t hear your question. I don ' t understand, what do you mean ? I can ' t see the board from here. I didn ' t study that far. Why we didn ' t have that for to- day. That ' s as far as I got. I was absent yesterday. I know it, but I cannot express it in words. Beg pardon where ' s the place ? Why, I studied the next chapter, Well it depends. It varies. Why — um — er — ah. ' ' Well— ah. , You mean — a — ' ' Oh , yes — er — why. ' ' Kate Or — I wish you would play that violin more, it makes me think I am in the other world. Grace R. — H ' m, which other world ? Bxchang ' es Our college year is about to close and this is our last edition of the Vox. Our thoughts travel ahead and picture the ones who will occupy , our places, look over other journals, and give to the Vox the helps derived from other college papers. Our posts, as editors of this de- partment, will be given up reluctant- ly, but we wish success and pleasant hours in this work to those who shall assume the responsibility of this office. Papers have come to us from all parts of Canada and United States, bringing to us tidings from the out- side world, and bringing us in closer touch with our fellow students. In the Solanian, The Value of College Kducation, gives splendid reasons whv a oollege education is beneficial to the man or woman in our modern day. Intellect and char- acter, two important essentials in one ' s life, are highly developed. The aim of the college is to make us thinkers. The college also directly developes the character along reli- gious and ethical lines, by broaden- ing our views of God, life, man and duty. The Student gives us many in- teresting stories and splendid illus- trations and during, these warm days an hour under a tree with such a good magazine does one much good in examination times. The Postern contains a splendid article on self government in the college. If this can be carried out successfully it should certainly raise the honor standard of the school. Mount Holyoke has an editorial which drew our attention, on ac-

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24 VOX COLLEGII Prophecy of the Naughty-Six Class Rain poured down in torrents, the lightning flashed and the thunder crashed. It was midnight and dark as Erebus. What, oh what will be in the great hereafter was the thought that had been puzzling the Senior Class. It was a splendid night to visit Hecate and inquire into her mysteries; so clad in rain proof garments I made my way to the old hag ' s hut. On the edge of a deep, dark, dismal wood it stood. Was she not at home ? No light shone from the tiny pane; however, my heart beating wildly, I knocked. Enter, cried a hoarse voice, and I timidly lifted the latch and stepped in. As I did so, one brilliant flash of lightning lit up the interior of the hovel. In that brief space I beheld the witch, seated in the corner, her knees huddled up to her chin, while beside her sat two skinny black cats. In front of her hung a huge iron cauldron that was bubbling away. What want you to-night ? she said as kindly as her cracked voice would allow. Such a night to be out ! Show us, I entreat you, by your mystic powers, the great future of the immortal class of ' 06. Giving a shrill laugh she bent for- ward, and seeing who it was, she sank back again and for a few min- utes silence reigned. In the interim the thunder seemed to crash louder than before until I thought the very heavens would be rent asunder. At last she sat up. Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble. As she spoke these words the three weird sisters entered and tossed a motley collection into the cauldron, which immediately boiled and seeth- ed and foamed up. Then a dense smoke arose and when it disappeared I cast a timid glance in. A pretty farm house stood out to view with neatly kept garden in front. But who was that standing at the side feeding some chickens ? None other than our golden-haired blue eyed Orrie. Orrie a farmer ' s wife ! I in- voluntarily gasped out laughingly. The Hecate replied : The tiller of the soil Is a man of O. A. C, While the mistress of the home She hails from O. L. C. and only then did I remember the 0. A. C. reviews that Orrie received monthly from Guelph. Did I hear a voice coming from the cauldron ? Now Skidoo, this is no place for you in a muslin dress ! I knew both the voice and the expres- sion. It belonged to Clara Mac. 1 But to whom was she saying it ? A man who seemed to be an agent for something and as I listened the voice of the witch broke in explanation : A new kind of mattress he tries to sell For Clara ' s hospital family.