Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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10 vox COLLEGII friendliness as we foiuid them always svTnpathetic and ready to help us with any difficulties. But while we bepran to think of them as friends our respect for their knowledge and their authority was not diminished. In fact they may haA-e suffered for their learuedness by bein x bothered continually with appeals for help upon every possible line. We es- pecially appreciate their readiness to en- ter into all our activities of school life ; indeed they have been as older sisters to us, helping us in every possible way. To our fellow students we extend all sorts of good wishes for their further work here, and if it brings to them as much pleasure and profit as it has to us, I am sure they will have very loving and grateful memoricvs of the Ontario Ladies ' College. To each member of the Senior Class we extend hearty congratulations and the very best of wishes for the work which each one is about to take up. Times arc so changed and uncertain and women are being called upon more and more to take positions of responsibility, thus making it necessary for a thorough train- ing. We feel that our graduating class this year is indeed going out well equip- ped to take positions of trust. There is a great call for well-trained business wo- men to take the places vacated by our men in active seiwice, and we are proud to say that we are sending out six capable girls who hope to help the situation as best they can. The problem of food con- servation has become so acute that wo- men with a knowledge of foods and their values are now in great demand, and wide fields of activity are open to the four domestic graduates. In the stress and strain of the present world situation we ought not to neglect the beautiful in life, and we are glad that the college can send out three graduates in music and one in Art, thus contributing to our na- tion ' s artistic development. No matter what our work may be, whether at home or abroad, may we all prove true to the ideals of our Alma Mater. After this splendid valedictory ad- dress the prophecies respecting the dif- ferent graduates were read as follows: MoRDKN Busby. In 1930, while visiting in New York, I was told of the presence of a large choir which was giving a series of concerts. I obtained a ticket and entered the large auditorium where the concert was to be held. When the choir came out on the platform I was very much interested in the appearance of the leader who looked so tall and stately, wielding her baton and directing the choir. I could not but think she looked familiar to me, and when obtaining a glimpse of her face you can imagine my surprise as I dis- covered her to be my old college chum, Morden Busby, a member of the grad- uating class of 1918 at O.L.C. After the pei ' formance I was alile to talk to her for a few minutes, when she explained her career since leaving college. She had taken a position as stenographer in the office of the manager of the choir. While there she had the good fortune to meet the director of the choir, and as the old story goes, love at first sight. She soon found her voice to be her foite and later, when hci- husband lost his voice, she had taken over the dii ' cctorship of the choir. Rtjth Dixon. As I sat in the street car this moi ' ning on my way down town 1 spied a huge notice on the back of the newspaper which the man opposite to me was read- ing — a notice telling the public that the much talked-of prize fight between the world ' s women champions would be held this evening. Gi eatly interested in the fate of our own beloved heroine, I im- mediately commenced to make my tele- phone wires buzz, and within a few min- utes had a legion of supporters promised for the evening performance. Would the time ever come! Dishes were left standing on tables, brooms in their cor- ners, husbands were commissioned to mind the baby without fail, while the all-important members of the family busied themselves with gathering to- gether groups of fans and supporters of Spitoonia. All the seats were filled long before the appointed time, women with their knitting or their newspapers, and

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vox COLLEGII 9 teacher. Not. only has Miss Thompson given of her counsel and support, but we have also enjoyed her companionship throughout the year, and we wish to pub- licly express our appreciation. Instead of the last will and testament which has been given by the Seniors in former years, the Class decided to give a valedictoiy speech, and 1 know that you will all be glad to hear that Ruth Dixon has the honor of being appointed our Valedictorian. Miss Dixon then read the valedictory ' as follows : The task which I have before me, that of Valedictorian, is a very difficult one, for tw o reasons — first, that farewells are always painful, and, secondly, because, i valedictory address has no definite text. In spite of the difficulty and the sadness of it there is a certain pleasure in it. too, for it recalls to us our first days of school and all the happy hours of work and fun w hich have followed. I am sure that all present have vivid recollections of their first days at school, the straiigeness of surroundings, the bewildering numbers of new faces, the amazing knowledge dis- played by the old students, and last, but not least, the terrible awe inspired by the most learned and dignified faculty. How uncertain we Avere about courses, and how ambitious we w ere to make every subject on the curriculum fit Avith our time table! But w e gradiially gave up one subject after another and each finally confined herself to one coui se. The regular daily tasks, the friendliness of our school mates, and the sports and other activities of college life soon drove away all feelings of loneliness and home- sickness ; and it was not long before the college seemed to us a very dear home. Time sped by — hard work, fleeting week- end visits, sleighrides, our Junior con- cert, and before we realized it we found ourselves into the whirl of Commence- ment week. The return in the fall was a joyous on6 — friends separated for the summer months, reunited, and oh — the interest- ing talks and visits we must have with each other. In the midst of the joy of reunion, the recollections of the first lonely days of the previous year mado us anxious to extend a warm welcome to the new students, for we remembered how much a kindly word from an old girl really meant. The settling down to work and the ar- ranging of classes was not such a difficult task this year for we had learned many lessons from the previous year and we understood that the realizing of our at- tainments depended upon steady and un- failing work. Then we found ourselves with responsibilities, for we were the old girls, and must try to fill the positions of honor which the seniors of the year before had vacated. I am sure I speak on behalf of every member of the Senior class wdien I say that it is with mingled feelings of appre- ciation a,nd regret that we leave our col- lege home. We owe to it a debt of loy- alty because it has developed in us to some small extent the lofty ideals for Avhich it stands. We wish to thank Mr. Farewell for his personal and almost fatherly interest in each individual stu- dent which has made each one of us feel perfectly free to go to him at any time with our special difficulties. The ideals of development Avhich he is so success- fully working out in this college hava been a constructive force in our own de- velopment. His persistent optimism in seeing ahvays the very best in us has helped us to live up to what he believed us to be. To Miss Maxw ' ell Aye feel we owe deep gi ' atitude for the careful thought and anxious consideration Avhich she gives :to every student. Her kindness, and her SA ' mpathy in trouble have won our re- spect and affection. Her rare culture and refinement have influenced us more than even Ave ourselves realize. Those of us who have had the privilege of studying English under Miss Maxwell have some faint appreciation of her keen intellect and literary insight. To the Faculty we wish to express our sincerest thanks for all that they have meant to us during our school days. The awe Avhich we first felt for them gradually gave way to wannth and

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vox COLLEGII 11 occasionally escorting a husband. At the appointed hour, a gong sounded and the two combatants stepped into the ring. The noise of cheers and clapping was deafening, for Spitoonia our friend has been famous in our part of the world. However, when I glanced at her oppon- ent I gasped, looked again, and recog- nized in the huge and powerful form of the stranger our old friend Ruth Dixon, who at one time was a student with me at O.L.C. I was amazed, but one by one her little peculiarities came back to me — the manner in which she chewed that eternal gum and the great strides she took as she moved around the ring, her little tuft of yellow hair nodding occas- ionally to some friend whom she recog- nized in the crowd. Of course, no one could stand before Ruth, and she won a great victory over the defenceless Spitoonia. Even yet I can scarcely realize that our Ruth has reached the height of her ambition, which was to be a pugilist. Dorothy Follett. It was my first visit to New York, and I was much interested in Chinatown. Willing to try anything, I requested my guide to take me to a Chinese restaurant for chop suey. The Chinese waiter, a thin, wizened-up little fellow, was very friendly, and I was obtaining some inter- esting information from him when I felt, rather than -saw, some person look- ing at me with an angry stare. Turning around I beheld a very stout woman coming towaM me with a rolling-pin in her hand and her face covered with flour. The Chinaman began to cower back and murmur something about his jealousee wifee. I thought it wise to leave as quickly as possible, and was hurrying after the guide when a very familiar phrase dropped from the lips of the stout cook. I turned, puzzled at the sound, and saw a gleam of recognizition shoot across her face. She advanced toward me, the rolling-pin a thing of the past, and to my astonishment I recognized my former school-mate, Dorothy Follett. She and her poor little hen-pecked husband were running a high-class Chinese res- taurant with Dorothy as cook and he as proprietor and clerk. Having graduated in music Dorothy was very sharp in trade but fell flat in cooking. However, I found her as natural as ever. Margaret Maxwell. While holidaying in England in 1922 I was advised of the great world-wide exhibition being held in London on a cer- tain date. Anxious, of course, to take in all I possibly could, I planned to visit the exhibition. It was a wonderful affair ! The build- ings far surpassed anything I had ever seen before, and the exhibits were a mar- vel to my eyes. As I strolled through the wonderful process building I noticed a large crowd gathered around one exhibit, so I went towards it. Inside the enclos- ure there stood a young woman in a plain tailored skirt and a high-necked shirt- waist, dem.onstrating in a very busi ness- like way a new flreless cooker and com- menting upon its many superior qual- ities. Her voice was deep-set and gruff from long experience in this line of work, the only feminine touch about her being a red rose which was tucked into her hair low down on her neck. I gasp- ed as I looked at her,f or surely I had met her before. Yes, certainly ! it was my old class-mate Margaret Maxwell, who spent so many happy days mth me at O.L.C. After the exhibit I hurried to her, and we had a very pleasant re-union. When I enquired about the presence of the red rose, she laughingly explained that she had always worn one since her student days to remind her of — she did not have time to finish as a large crowd had gath- ered, and it was time for another dem- onstration. Muriel Maw. One day, while walking through a pub- lic library, a large brown book entitled Maw ' s Many Methods For Making Meals, ' ' caught my eye. I took it to the librarian for recommendation, and she informed me that at first it had not been popular, but of late had become famous,