Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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14 VOX COLLEGII There is nothing we admire so much as heroism, but we must not flinch from our moral duty. See to it that Christ is real and true — but let no evil remain. Myrtle E. W. Fawcett, (Jr.) . UNDERGRADUATES ' CONCERT. On Monday, June 13, the recital given by the undergraduates took place in the concert hall. The program was as fol- lows : Wishes - - Sans Souci Miss Minnie Trenouth. A la bien aimee - Schutt Miss Gladys Hart. I love you - Thompson Miss Gladys Morris. Mavis - - Craxton Miss Catharine Breithaupt. Ballade in A flat - - Chopin Miss Georgina Smith. Sweet Rhodoclea - Lehmann Miss Ada Eby. The Legend of Qu ' Appelle Valley Pauline Johnson Miss Oborne Mullett, (a) Love ' s Whisper - Willehy (b) The Chrysanthemum - Salter Miss Marjorie Garlock. Concerto in G minor (last two movements) Mendelssohn Miss Mabel Sharpe. (Orchestral accompaniment on second piano) Miss Aurelia Meath. All who have ever heard any of these ' Undergrads perform will know how very delightful an evening it was. TUESDAY. The Senior Concert. A week of good times ; and this is just one of the best. Everybody expects an excellent program from the Seniors, and no one is disappointed. At 8 o ' clock the division met on Main Hall and filed down to the concert hall, happily expectant. There were a few moments of whispers and creaking of chairs, then the concert began by an instrumental by Miss Mae Armitage. Mae is a quiet little person, but very faithful and obliging ; because of which, and because of real talent too, everybody enjoyed her number. Miss Marguerite Homuth sang quite beautifully ' ' My Heart at Thy Voice. Her music gives pleasure, but not an or- dinary pleasure ; rather a deep and stir- ring sense of the beauty of sound that lingers for a long, long time. We are glad that Clela Heath is so much at home with us here after being away so long. Her brilliant rendering of ' ' Fantasie Impromptu (Chopin) was enjoyed im- mensely. Kizzie McCormick ' s talent is very evident, and her reading of ' ' The Mouse Trap, by William Dean How- ells, was certainly well done. The aud- ience was hers to the very last word. Miss Nora Tucker ' s substitute, Miss Mahel Sharpe, and Miss Aurelia Meath gave Concerto in G minor (Mendelssohn), Miss Meath playing the orchestral accom- paniment on the second piano. We heard it before, but the good things of life are always the better of repetition. Miss Homuth gave Damon, by Strange, and charmed everyone into silence. Edna Grant then gave a reading, Across the Border. It has been written quite re- cently by Dix, and is especially in- teresting because of the war. It was a vivid word picture of the horror of war, and impressed everyone. Her encore was not funny till the last, but at the last the humor came all on at once and in a big lump. Aurelia Meath closed the programme by Ballade, by Reinecke, and finally God Save the King. By 10 o ' clock the concert was over and the hall dark and empty. Someone made a solitary journey down again after a forgotten article. The chairs loomed darkly against the light, and the place was very still, but yet an echo of a sweet voice linger- ed in the room, and the scent of girl- flowers moved and stirred. M. M. M. CLASS DAY. Wednesday, June 16, was Class Day — a day devoted to the special exercises of the Senior Class. The grads. walked out across the lawn with the long daisy chain on their shoulders, singing one of their class songs, and, as each girl mounted the platform and received her share of

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vox COLLEGII 13 freshness, and the person who conquers evil is always young. If the morning star belongs to us, there will be no end and no old age. If a person conquers within he will always be young. Most people are afraid of getting old, but the text -says he need not get old. It is not the age that counts, but the spirit. Some one asked General Booth how old he was. ' ' How old? ' ' said he, ' ' why, 79 years young, not 79 years old. Some at the age of 21 or 22, whom we would call young, are far older than General Booth. It is such a sad thing to see a young man or woman who has lost his or her youth. It is a deplorable thing to feel your soul is getting old, to feel that you are getting diseased — crippled. In verses 3 to 5 of the 103rd Psalm, Christ gives promises to the old. God gives youth to do great things. It is so easy to get into a rut, but, He promises that Thy youth is renewed, like the eagle ' s. ' ' God can make us young again. ' ' Sow in the morn thy seed — and in the eve withhold not thy hand. It is never too late to sow — God will forgive all. When we think of forgiveness, we think of the things we have failed to do, and expect Christ to blot them out. But that is a poor way to look at it; sins are to- day, not yesterday, and not last week. All the wrong things done in the past -are in us now» but when He forgives He makes tis all new, and gives us a promise of eternal freshness. The possession of the morning star is a pledge of immortality. One of the best things that Christ can give us is, faith in the future. Do we believe in the fu- ture — what do we think about it? The morning star is a herald of to-day. When we feel life in our own hearts we can ' t believe that after death there is nothing else. We should not be satisfied until we are able to look beyond to the life that comes. We must possess the morning star to be fit for service. War has given us a different view of things. The greatest thing in human life is service, and we look upon our soldiers as true servants of God. We will be far more happy if we keep or give to others. Why do we worry about things that perish? What does anything matter if we are useful? We must have the morning star to be useful. How can we hope to help or teach others if we do not have the star ourselves. We must have it; we must conquer our own hearts. An imperfect tree cannot bear good fruit. How can the blind lead the blind? How can we lead without the light in our own hearts ? Day school teaching is just as sacred as preaching; but to do it right the teach- er should conquer her own heart. There is a promise — ' ' He who conquers should be arrayed in white garments. When we conquer our hearts become white, pure and holy. W. L, Watkinson had a soldier friend who told him that the secret of accurate shooting was a clean rifle barrel. This is a splendid parable of every day life. A teacher is anxious to teach well, but does not lead pupils to Christ. Her aim is good, but the effect is not as fruitful as it ought to be. There must be some- thing wrong, some unclean thought does the damage. Ministers prepare sermons with care, but sinners are not saved — there must be an impure thought hinder- ing the progress. To be really helpful, the heart must be clean and sweet. For their sakes I sanctify myself — for the sake of the people about. Nearly everyone has a besetting sin, and it is so difficult to conquer it. The man who overcomes may sit on the throne. We stand absolutely alone at this time; father, mother or preacher cannot help us. We must do it; our will must exert itself. It may mean a great deal ; it may mean sacrificing some- thing very important, home, career, — everything. But it must be done — the price must be paid. Even if a person has a good education, or a high or noble position, he will get old, if he does not conquer his own heart. Christianity was born in the moral struggle of Jesus Christ. We may know the Bible from cover to cover, go to church every Sunday, but unless we make the heart pure, we are not Christ- ians.

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vox COLLEGII 15 the Juniors ' gift, the prophecy of what she would be doing ten years from 1915 was read by Oborne Mullett. Following this came the Senior Class poem, by Lil- lian FoUick, the Biographies of the class read by Georgina Smith and Catharine McCormick,- and the Last Will and Test- ament read by Norma Dougall. The af- ternoon exercises closed with the singing of the other Senior song, the gift of the Juniors. At six o ' clock, the Juniors en- tertained the grads. at a royal feast in the Domestic Science. The room and tables were decorated in the Junior col- ors, purple and gold, and the menu car- ried out this color scheme. MENU. Orange Cocktail Bread Rolls Carrot Soup Croutons Roast Chicken Potato Roses Creamed Asparagus Banana Salad Cucumber Sandwiches Ice Cream Orange Cake Strawberries Cafe au Lait Bonbons Salted Almonds This was followed by a number of toasts, which were all proposed in a de- lightful manner by the Juniors and as delightfully answered by the Seniors. TOASTS. ' ' To the Seniors, proposed by Myrtle Fawcett and answered by Norma Dou- gall. ' ' To Our Alma Mater, proposed by Katharine Breithaupt, and answered by Edna Grant. To the Faculty, ' ' proposed by Hattie Brouse and answered by Miss Pascoe. To the King, proposed by Bleda Horning and answered by Catharine Mc- Cormick. ' ' To the Juniors, ' ' proposed by Norma Dougall and seconded joyfully by the whole body of Seniors. The Seniors wish to thank the Juniors most sincerely for all their kindness dur- ing the year, and especially for this final expression of good will. For the Juniors are jolly good fellows, The Juniors are jolly good fellows, The Juniors are jolly good fellows. This no Senior will deny. At half -past eight came the great bon- fire on the lawn, when each graduate threw into the flames the book which had caused her the most worry during the year, together with a verse appropriate- ly expressing her hatred of the despised object. This was followed by class songs and old-fashioned games, and then every- one joined hands in a circle about the smouldering embers of Dietetics, Geome- try and Perfective Laws, and sang with hearty good will Should auld acquaintance be forgot In the days of auld lang syne. CLASS PEOPHECY. Our Class in 1925. Who had imagined the changes that ten years had brought to us! Contrary to all expectations we see that the Do- mestic Science girls are all unmarried, while all the rest reign in a home of their own. Although Doc. Dougall, our president, never tried her examinations and acquired her M. D., she is doing wonderful work among the poor in Ohio ' s large cities, employing her time diligently in the slums. Millie Cox writes articles on House- keeping and Homemaking for all the leading papers. Verda Day is very successful in con- ducting picnics, making an exceedingly popular chaperone; one who can always plan a most interesting entertainment. Lillian FoUick makes quite a fortune painting placecards — making a specialty of cats and cows. Bobby Smith is very popular for draw- ing-room recitals, and usually makes twenty -five dollars an evening. In this way she is also able to see something of the social life which had always been so dear to her. Every other member of the class is married. Mae Armitage found a million- aire, and lives a very enjoyable life with nothing to do. After a University training and wide experience, Gladys Green obtained a chair in the B. C. University where she