Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGII 23 through the large telescope which Dr. Hare was so kind as to allow us to use, and the interest taken by the girls show- ed their appreciation of Dr. Hare ' s gen- erous substitution for the fireworks. The exceedingly happy day came to a close after we had listened, for a short Junior The poster on the board was certainly alluring, for everybody went, and every- body gave a little hum of delight as they got a program — such a dear little booklet and sealed with purple and gold, the Junior colors. ' ' The Modern Shakespeare play was amusing, to say the least, and the fer- ocious aspect of Evelyn White as ' ' Shy- lock was nothing short of startling. ' ' Portia, ' ' in the person of Edna Wake- field, dispensed a slangy but correct just- ice, and the court kept very good order. The other players: Boo Barrett, Mary Score, Lillian Douglas, Kay Breith- aupt ' Katie Oke, Freda Pennal and Marie Valentine took the parts of the ' Duke, Salarino, Salanio, An- tonio, Nerissa, Gratiano, and ' Bassanio, ' respectively; and took them well. The whole play was a clever idea on the part of Boo, Edna and Chud. They certainly worked hard, and had their reward in success. For that matter, although Chud firmly refused a part, she took a very important part in work- ing up the whole concert. In Boogy Land, was a pretty little tableau of a nursery — tiger rug on the floor and three pajamas-ed children with the usual number of picture books and teddy bears. The nurse, Jean Willis, on being asked for a song, gives ' ' Boogy Land, ' ' with such realism that the child- ren become frightened. During the chorus, the boogy man, himself — a wierd figure in long pointed cap and baggy trousers, dances into the scene. Edna Wakefield as the Boogy Man was queer enough to really produce a thrill of fear. The children ' s parts, taken by Margery Moore, Mary Score and Gertrude Ian- time, to our new May Queen and others as they kindly sang for us in the drawing room. Shortly after the usual time, we found our own rooms, and, although tired, felt we had come ' ' to the end of a perfect day. Mary E. Valentine. Concert son, were well done, and Barcus ' terror was very real — she was the littlest one. ' ' Sowing Seeds in Danny, a little play in two scenes, was dramatized from the first three chapters of the book, by Margery Moore. The first scene was Mrs. Watson ' s kitchen, the family waiting for the mother ' s return from a hard day ' s washing at Mrs. Francis ' home. When she arrives she tells Danny that Mrs. Francis, the pink lady of his dreams, has invited him to make her a visit on the morrow. The visit is made in scene II. Of course the star was Danny, a lit- tle boy in print bloomers and a jersey, a person with whom everybody fell in love. Gertrude lanson made Danny as pop- alar as the original character. Pearlie, (Oborne Mullett) was a nice big sister — everybody knows Pearlie. The boys, Bugsey and Patsey (M. Score and M. Hetherington) acted — boyishly, of course; and Mary (Midgie Moore) set the table -with very real care, not to speak of some dozen porridge plates and a pitcher. The sitting-room of Mrs. Francis was very pretty, and so was its owner, the pink lady, Myrtle Fawcett, in a lovely pink gown, doing fancy work un- der a shaded reading lamp, and occasion- ally helping herself to a chocolate from a near-by box, was the picture of ease and comfort. But though her ignorant views of childhood were rather flowery and ridi- culous, everyone was glad when the pink ladv awoke to a sense of the dearness of Danny, and promised the big par- cel. Camilla, (and a very trim Camilla

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22 VOX COLLEGII The IMay Queen of 10)5, her C( ' uiisellois ami Pages. Scenes in Dramatic Club ' s presentation of Victor Hugo ' s The Bishop ' s Candlesticks. Maypole Dance, 1915

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vox COLLEG II was Lilian Douglas), announced supper just here, and ' ' Danny ' s eager Come on! closed the play. Myrtle Fawcett and Chud Hull were again the makers of this play, and every- body felt that their efforts were not in vain. Patriotic The 0. L. C. organization has worked very steadily all this year. Our thanks are due especially to the Dramatic Class, for it is by their presentation of plays that we have raised a very substantial part of our funds, but money has been generously given by practically every- one in the building. So far we have sent $90 to the Red Cross, $70 to the Belgium Relief Fund. We expect this week, after all outstand- The Patriotic Song by eight girls with funny little red caps on one ear, and led by little Frances Campbell, was a howling success. The proceeds of the evening were ten dollars and fifty cents. (M. M. M.) Society ing accounts are paid, to send the Red Cross a further donation of $60. We have also sent off: 70 knitted scarves, 15 knitted belts, 3 dozen woven belts, 1 helmet. 8 pairs wristlets, 4 pairs socks. 16 dozen bandages. Alice L. Taylor. Dr. Hughes ' Poem The following beautiful College song has been composed by Dr. Jas. L. Hughes of Toronto, and it is hoped that some Trafalgar Daughter or some musical friend of the College may provide the tune. Hail O. L. C! Dear O. L. C! We proudly think of you; Trafalgar Daughters ' hearts will be To you forever true. Chorus : Trafalgar Daughters, O. L. C, Throughout their lives will ever be More strong, more wise, more true, more free, Because of you, dear O. L. C. The knowledge of the past you teach. And higher wisdom, too. Revealing grander heights to reach, And vision ever new. Our hope will ever be more bright, Our duty be more clear. Because the pure, the true, the right, You taught us to revere. The lessons learned, the games we played, The loving friends we met. The plans for nobler lives we made We never shall forget. May 24, Picnic Day at O. L. C. Far from this tree-crowned hill top Visions of growth I see; Green blades of hope on wheat field! Green leaves of joy on tree! Glory of bloom full orchards! Life bursting forth anew! Music of wind and song bird! Sunshine on lake so blue. Deep in my heart the glory Lights up my truest life, Driving away the shadows. Healing the scars of strife. Starting in Life ' s great garden Bloom on the sweetest flowers; Sowing in Life ' s wide wheat fields Seeds of my highest powers. James L. Hughes.