Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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,

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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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26 VOX COLLEGII Throug-h all the great and glorious band (of clever girls), But none could he hope to find That in cleverness could exceed the mind (of Helen). So our only in Commercial had been appointed as private secretary to the president of her own beloved native land. But it was none too good for her and I felt she was in her proper place. The time has come, ' the walrus said, ' to talk of many things, came in the well-known tones of Clara. I saw before me a room All of girls centered aronn d one graceful looking young lady with a copy of Alice ;n Won- derland, in her hand. As she ;spoke these words two or three girls :ro.se to go, but the voice called them ack. ' Don ' t you go, girls. Don ' t you go. The girls inquire if it wasn ' t time to go and Clara replies as of old : No, not yet. I burst out laughing at this but the witch stopped me : Clara in a secluded nook, Reading to girls in her favorite book; Alice in Wonderland as you know, In her voice so sweet and low. Clara, with her No, not yet, and quotations from Lewis Carroll ' s never failing book, will never be at a loss for a reply. How much am I bid ? What am I offered ? Fifty cents ! going, go- ing, gone. It was an auction sale, but the voice sounded familiar. Then I caught sight of the face, and I knew I had judged that voice aright. It was Ollie. How her voice rang .out till the people said they all had to talk louder to be heard above the auctioneer. An advanced age had truly come when woman would take an equal place with man even at the auctioneer ' s stand. Hecate said to me : ' - Ollie decided as well as her art, Her voice might help her out; So when she has painted a picture ■ gay, ' Painting Sale, ' you can hear her shout. ' ' A brilliant idea came to Ollie, and one that could be thought of only by her who was never known to be stuck in anything from the color of shoes to match a Conversat dress, to coloring a hat red, was to get far away from the south-east corner of the dining-room. May her shadow never grow less. Up in the top flight of a grand building I saw an artist ' s studio. At the window stood a young lady gaz- ing down at the busy, seething city below. How soon all this bustle and turmoil, that lies before me will be swallowed up in the great be- yond, she sighed, and turned and then I saw her face, and I knew it was Grace. Those deep thoughts be- longed to no one else but to her. Even as I watched she turned and hurried to re-arrange things in the room. Dear me, she mused, I will be late again for that engage- ment, and I really can ' t find my brushes any place, which is so dis- couraging, and so disheartening and all that sort of thing, don ' t you know ? Hecate turned to me and said in an apologetic tone of voice : The greatest artists of the day, Are always late in just this way. Crash ! Bang ! Bang ! Bang ! It was a carpenter ' s shop and standing before a table was Effie w ith mallet and pencil in her hand. In front of her lay long strips of wood. It