Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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18 VOX COLLEGII ed within and learned that a tall, cap- able woman dth hair parted in the cen- tre and dra vn tightly back as Presi- dent of this eonceni. Desserts were man- ufactured under the most scientific man- agement. This person had been so en- thusiastic and interested in her investi- gation that she rested neither day or night, until she had unearthed the bril- liant discoveiy that a delicious dessert could be concocted from a combination of sago, eggs, milk, and sugar, which re- sembled sti-ougly the well-known fish- eyes peculiar to O. C. L. This brought back pleasant memories of 1920, and. thinking of this, 1 recognized in the President my old class-mate, Lillian Mul- holland. Lill ' an, having in this way amassed a great foi-tune, devoted the ro- maiiider of her life to church work. Cora Olmstead. One hot summer day in the year 1930, I happened to be in Welland and, pa-s- sing by the school there, I noticed a group of students going through some familiar exercises. The teacher had her back turned toward me but as I drove near I heard 1, 2, 3, push; (swing left 2, 3, 4) — what else could it be but Em- erson exercises? And. approaching, I saw that unmistakable white bone haii-- pin which could belong to no other than my .school mate of 1920, Cora Olmstead. At O.L.C. she had learned Push (as it was always known to us) ; she had taken such a fancy to it and realized so greatly its remarkable qualities that she had de- cided to teach it to the poor unfortunate children in Welland who were not able to attend either O.L.C. or Emerson Col- lege. Cora was looking well and said she was enjoying her work very much, but she was in a tremendous huriy for one of her boy friends had .just driven up in a Stutz ; and after dismissing her class she said good-bye to me and drove hap- pily away. Dorothy Sarjkant. AVe prepare our future in the present, so we fully expect Miss Dorothy Sar- jeant, our Gold Medallist in piano, in a short time to have her A.T.C.M. ; A.O.- C.M., and L.T.C.M., in not only piano, but vocal, organ, violin, banjo, theory, accordeon, mouth organ, and Jew ' s liarp. In 1930 she will receive the coveted po- sition of teacher in tlio Tonmto Conser- vatory Branch newly established by Mr. G. D. Atkinson, on Mars. She will also assist Mr. Atkinson in his study of native music. We confidently expect the result of their labours to revolutionize popular music. Dorothy says aerial service is so swift — no tiresome Avaits at little spots like Pickei ' ing — and so handy to Toronto, too. Dorothy Snider. In 1927 I visited a friend in Vancouv- er city. While driving through the park we passed some ladies who were also siglitseeing. One face looked familiar and just then one of our group remarked that a steamer had just come in fi ' om China. I was immediately interested and had the driver take us back. Upon a secojid look ' I recognized none other than Dorothea Snider who had gradua- ted in 1920. I made myself known and found upon inquiry that she had spent four- very successful years in C ' hina but owing to too constant application of her kindness had overtaxed hei ' strength and was home on furlough. We chatted a- bout 1920, our class officer ' s, members and students of the school. Dorothea contemplated spending a week end at school and conducting a conference. However there AVPr-e other things to tell of gr-eat importance too! The sun was shining and a something very bright on the thii-d finger of her left hand caught my eye. She ' blushed a deep pink! I wished her many, many years of happin- ess. Dorothy Sorby. I was travelling on the continent in 1930 and happened to be spending a day or two in Paris. I was alone at the time, waiting to rejoin our party and did not car-e to stay at a large hotel so Avas recommended to look up a Hostess HoiTse on La Rue de Vogue. I had

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vox COLLEGll 17 T recognized my old friend Beatrice Ger- rie. Jeannette Higginbotham. June, 1935. Dear Bea: — Such a surprising thing happened to- day. I was motoring throu ' gh a wild, mountainous part of British Columbia and our car broke down so we made our way to the nearest farm house for shel- ter. The farm house was neat and modest looking. On the verandah was a baby in a carriage, and a little girl gently rocking it. We rap pod upon the door and a smiling faced little boy answered and politely bade us enter and be seated. The I ' oom seemed very homelike and the odor of Irish stew and Johnny cake pen- etrated our nostrils. Shortly the door was opened by a stout, matronly woman who was clad in a neat gingham house dress, covered with an allover kitchen apron. Our eyes met ; a glad smile of recognition lighted both our faces ; and Bea, who do. you think this husky farm- er ' s wife was! None other than our old friend Jeannette Higginbotham. Jean- nette has changed in many ways. The first thing I noticed was her hair; for in place of her beautiful marcel and puffs was a tight knob on the top of her head. But later, when she seiwed lunch, the old-fashioned stew and cake gave place to her girlhood fancies, such as lady fingei ' S, croquettes, almond wafers and charlotte russe. Jeanette has only six children, but they are hale and hearty little creatures. I was so pleased to find Jeannette so happy in her rural life, and she surely makes a good wife for her husband and a capable mother to her little brood. I knew you would be interested in Jean- nette and also surprised to hear of the extraordinary change in career and girl- ish desires. As Ever Your Friend, May. Margaret McIntyre. In 1940 Avhile motoring through St. Guilomme, Quebec, the ear suddenly stopped in front of a large convent. Finding that it would take some time to make repairs, I wandered over to a group of nuns in the convent garden. A low, sweet voice attracted my atten- tion and turning I saw the Mother Su- perior talking to one of the nuns. What was there about that tall, slender figure that seemed so familiar, I wondered. Surely that noble though slightly stern face was one not easily forgotten. Then as she advanced with a courteous ques- tion on her lips I remembered Margaret McIntyre, could it be possible? But as I heard her laugh at my incredulous look I knew for certain who it was. Af- ter talking for some time I gently hinted that I Avould like to hear her story. She hesitated — then said that she had tired of the worldly life she was leading. Men to her were as nothing, so she had sought peace in the convent. Are you con- tented? I asked. Perfectly, she re- plied, and with that I turned and walk- ed back to the car. Dorothy Morden. In 1932 as we were passing the Market Square on • York St., in Hamilton, I heard a familiar voice speaking in the midst of a large gathering. I sought out the vo ' ee and it seemed to be coming from a leader of the Salvation Army. A tall, dark, stern-looking woman, her hair was t ' ght back from her forehead and ears and she had her little finger ciirled up so much you would abnost think it was stationaiy. It was Dorothy Mor- den ! After the meeting I made my way to her, and she was delighted to see one of the ' ' old girls. ' ' She told me she had been leading the Salvation Army for four years and was very much interested in it. Lillian Mulholland. When I was in Philadelphia in 1940 I noticed a huge manulacturing plant on one of the main streets. Mulhol- land ' s Magnificent Sago was prtnted in flaming letters on all four sides. The name sounded very familiar so I inquir-

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vox COLLEGII 19 some difficulty in finding the place but was made very comfortable upon my ar- rival. When the hostess made her appear- aiiee I noticed that she was a very moth- erly sort of person, quite stout, weighing probably 200 lbs. She had a great head- ful of blonde hair and a round full face wreathed in smiles and dimples. When I had registered she recognized my name and then made herself known to me as Dorothy Sorby, late of O.L.C. I must say, the only strangely familiar feature that I would have recognized was a peculiar little twinkle of the eye. I learned while talking to her that she had a Costumer department in connection with her Hostess House and she did most of the designing. I was surprised to hear that she didn ' t do all the sewing herself. Dorotliij cthraijs did love seiv- ing. Her establishment was very up-to-date and very well patronized by Canadian tourists and she seemed to enjoy her woi ' k. I enjoyed my brief stay there so much and promised to recommend the place to any friends who would be visit- ing in Paris. Adelaide Stenning. I happened one day in 1930 to be at a horse-race. The horses were making the final home-stretch. All eyes were upon the winner, and the rider of that winner to me looked strangely familiar, so after the race I went down in order to get nearer to this strange jockey. I noticed that she was very tall and thin; so tall, in fact, that her legs almost dragged on the ground when she rode It was flien that I recognized my old friend Adelaide Stenning. I asked her how they ever happened to take one of her size as jockey. She replied that as she was such a. wonderful horsewoman that they had overlooked that fault. . She could only give me a very ievr minutes, because after each race she had to rush straight to the hairdresser ' s as she felt that she could never win unless her hair were perfectly marcelled. Just before I left her she informed me that she spent her evenings ballet-dancing in a down-town Cabaret, and gave me ' a pass to go every evening, for which I was very grateful. Frances Stevens. In 1935 I was touring through the States, and wishing to see the San Fran- cisco exposition, I went there first. Pas- sing through the midway, I chanced to see the advertisement of a verj stout per- son now on exhibition to the piiblic. Af- ter paying my ten cents, I proceeded further, and found an extremely short, fat lady sitting on a large chair. Some- thing about her seemed strangely fam- iliar. I had just turned to go, when suddenly, she smiled, that engaging smile, and I knew instantly, it was Frances Stevens. I talked to her for a while, and learned that after lea ang 0. L. C. she had kept house, but the work had been so strenuous that it made her very ill. It was as a result of this ill- ness that she had grown so short, but yet so fat, and was now travelling witli a company in the midway. Really, her face was so fat that I would never have recognized her, had it not been for that smile. At the time, she was wearing a sweet, simple, and girlish white dress. Laureen Terryberry. After Terry left O.L.C. she never rest- ed until the achievement of her great am- bition. At University she entered Hon- our Classics. After graduating she took the course in Dental Nursing, and later her A.T.C.M. in piano. Then she mas- tered the arts of miUinery and dress- making. But all these were merely in- cidents in her career. All the while she was training and toiling towards the realization of a great dream. In the Marathon race at Antwerp in 1932, Teriy was listed as one of the con- testants. A great pavilion at the end of the course, decorated in light and dark blue, was thronged with excited O.L.C. friends. At last a slender, swiftly-run- ning figure appeared in the distance — far ahead of the others. It was Teriy !