Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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vox COLLEGII 25 But the only make that she will use Are the Featherweight Mattress Company. ' ' Doodles — the girl who disliked children — the matron of a children ' s hospital. Will wonders ever cease ? A large assembly hall was next brought out. Fifty or more students were here assembled when the door opened and in walked Mary. Class attention ; What is the formula for Hydrogen Sulphide ? I was on the point of total collapse on this im- looked for revelation, but I waited for the words of the witch ; Professor of Chemistry Mary is And will be just as long as she lives. ' ' Chemistrv ! Mary ! My best wishes go out to her and may her pupils have as good luck as should attend the efforts of such a merrv sun- shine. A vaudeville theatre was next pre- sented. An applauding audience were encoring a singer. I watched the stage and in a lew minutes Blanche appeared wreathed in smiles, bowed right and left, and then to my amazement instead of a song from Parsifal she sings with deep feeling in her tones that very touching little song, Alexander, don ' t you lub your honev no more ? A cackle from Hecate drew me from the scene: No explanation here is needed, For vou can surely tell In grand opera she could not sing, That song she loved so well. But a tall majestic residence rose up with high turrets and lofty pin- nacles. On the step of this house stood a beautifully gowned lady wearing on her breast a shining gold medal. I knew her. It was lyuella. But where is she ? And what is she do- ing ? I turn and ask these ques- tions. And the reply comes back : In one of the grand old English Castles, Dw ells Luella Fear ; She had a grant from the govern- ment, And that ' s how she ' s living so dear ! ' ' This then was her beautiful future home ; one of the best castles that ever claimed England as its native land. Happy lyuella ! Happy Castles ! W h i r r — w h i r r — w h i z-z- z The scene changed again, and I saw before me a great hall filled with people, many of them young men and women from the colleges of the land. It was an annual convention of the Y. W. C. A. All were listening in- tently to the speaker. I recognized Effie, whose training in the 0. Iv. C. fitted her for the position. Her wise practical words fell familiarly upon my ear, and I wished much to get to her, but the w hole image faded away, amid the sound of hearty applause, and I saw only the witches ' cauldron. The next picture was a tall build- ing that I soon recognized as the Capitol at Washington. Inside in an office sat our Helen — surrounded by luxury. Not far away at a desk sat a man dictating to her and she deftly took it down. As I went out I saw on the door, President ' s office. Then I wondered but Hecate told me : The President vsearched through all the land,