Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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vox COLLEGIl 2 toast aud Hazel Taylor answered it. Other toasts wei-e to the Faculty by Catherine Burwash, replied to by Miss Maxwell, to the Graduating Class, proposed by Jean Leish- man, to which Miss Dorothy Morden re- sponded. Cora Olmstead then pro- posed a toast to other Classes answer- ed by Misses Reta Kerslake, Irene Carse, Shirley Leislunan, and Iva Worden. Frances Sevens next proposed one to the Student Organizations, Lau- reen Terryberry, Cort. Reynolds and Adelaide Stenning replied. The last toast was to our worthy ' ' College Pa- per, proposed by Lilian Mulhol- land, responded to by its editor, Doro- thea Snider. All the speeches were worthy of their subjects and gave ns a greater under- standing of how the graduating girls ap- preciate the years they have spent at O.L.C. They are leaving it with love, loyalty, and gratitude. The time spent Avithin the College has been a gi eat factor in broadening out their lives, ed- ucating them, not only in their chosen course, but fitting them in eveiy possible way for their after life. A fitting climax to the evening was when the entire Faculty and student body formed a large circle around the room, then joining hands, sang Auki Lang Syne. E. H. The Senior Party Each girl gazed admiringly around the gymnasium that Friday night of May the twenty-first, when she went to Senior Party. There Avere plenty of soft cushions and easy chairs for everybody. Coral and black, the Senior colours, de- corated the apparatus and lights, and eveiybody felt that the room could not possibly have looked more cozy. It Avas rumoured that there was to be dancing so all the girls Avere busy get- ting their dances taken when the Seniors appeared. It was then that the children of O.L.C. stood back amazed when the strange paper dolls marched in. No Avonder, because the costumes were all sorts of coloui-s, and even the faces Avere covered. This, however, was for the purpose, as we soon learned, of finding out who was the best guesser in the school. EA eryone thought and thought, but before many of our Senior friends Avere recognized Ave were asked to hand in our results. The best guess- er proved to be Helene Alhvorth, Avho roceiA-ed a dear little KcAvpie dressed in coral and black. Then our Seniors took off their paper faces and sang for the first time in Pub- lic their song, Avhich Avas vei-y cleverly sot to the tune of Burmah Moon. The A ords Avere as f oIIoavs .- — When Ave say (just as a confidential) That Ave ' d like to talk about ourselves For just a moment, this is what We ' ll tell you And it ' s AA ' ell you KnoAV that Ave ' re quite modest and re- tiring ( really ! ) May Ave say (just as a confidential) That we think Ave ' re rather up-to-date quite jazzy. Animated, educated. All to brilliant futures fated. True to Alma Mater, and to 1920 Senior Class! One encore did not really satisfy us but bright music then took our attention from it and everyone entered into the enjoyment of that. There were moon- light dances, tag dances and every kind of dance, Avhich were all enjoyed im- mensely. The corner in Avhich the punch Avas situated Avas certainly avcU patroniz- ed. By and by refreshments came. De- licious sandAviches and coffee and then ice cream and little cakes. By the time all this Avas enjoyed it was pretty late and so all the O.L. Cites Avent happily to bed. We take this opportunity of telling

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20 VOX COLLEGII The crowd went Anld. Cheers rent the air. But just then a terrible thing happen- ed. Nearing the goal, her face flushed with A-ictory, she suddenly swei ' ved to one side and fell, at the same time shriek- ing out, Italian Balm! Italian Balm! quick, quick, the Italian Balm ! It was the old. old ston — the horror ' Avhich had haunted her day and night at O.L.C. — the inevitable fate of the underfed min- isters daughter. After this tragedy, Terry, to use her own expression never Avas the same again, but lived quite quietly and peaceably, spending the rest of her days in an ujiceasing. fruitless effort to cul- tivate the curl in the middle of her fore- head. jVIay Webster. While touring through Africa in my I -Land-There ' Plane. I determined to visit my old college friend jNIay Web- ster. True to my resolve I landed in the intei ' ior and ti ' ied to calm myself, as I saw her coming towards me. breathless, but the same as ever. May ' s old difficulty of not knowing which of her talents would lead to success had been her great- est failing and she had been rouglily hurled from one vocation to another in a fruitless endeavour to achieve woi ' ld fame. A gi-aduate of Symonds, Sargent and Emerson, the insatiable May still sought knowledge. In 1933-34, while travelling through the Orient, she had been deprived of all American magaz- ines ; but on reaching the c oast she en- tered a bookstore where, among a dusty pile of English papei ' s, she saw the be- loved reddish brown cover of the At- lantic Monthly. Snatching it up rever- ently, she eagerly devoured the most pro- found articlcK. She Avas inspired ; a vis- ion of her life ' s Avork came before her — a vision of May as dietitian to the Hot- tentots, and here I am, she said smil- ingly. Although modest May did not tell me so herself, I have heard that ;she has completely reformed household con- ditions in Africa. As I soared aloft I had a vision of May looking almost regal ; the centre of a grinning, devoted band of little Hottentots. The Senior Dinner The true es.sentials of a feast ai ' e fun and feed. ' ' At the Senior Dinner on April six- teenth, Ave not only had ' ' fun and feed ' ' but realized to a greater extent than eA er before a feeling of friendliness and loyalty to each other and towards our Alma Mater. Our bright, cheery dining-room looked quite festive. The senior table in the centre of the room, A nth a large gold basket filled Avith Orphelia roses; and streamers in the class colours, coral and black, extending from its handle to the corners of the table, was quite effective in its beauty and dignity. The Faculty table at the upper end of the dining- room, the other classes along the side and the loAver end, each table decorated in its class colours, all looked as if they were about to boAv to that exclusive table holding the central position in our din- ing-i ' oom. The students of the various classes had assembled and Avere standing when the Graduating Seniors entered, preceded by Miss Ball, their class teacher. We real- ized as they came in, that it would be their last formal dinner together, only a few more social gatherings, then they Avould be separating; divided by distance and different goals of sucess. After a delicious dinner, a number of toasts followed. Mr. Farewell acted as toast-master. When the toast to the King had been proposed and replied to, Lily Austin, in a few Avell chosen phases proposed a toast to Our Countiy, to which Isabel Fisher royally re- sponded. The next was to our Alma Ma- ter, and love for our school filled our hearts as May Webster proposed the

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22 VOX COLLEGII Miss Ball and the Senior Class -what a how much each one enjo ■ed herself, wonderful success their party was and ' M. T. The Faculty Play On Friday, April the thirtieth, as sudden and unexpected as a bolt out of the blue sky. a little notice appeared on our bulletin board — The Faculty play Saturday evening. ' ' We were all excit- ed and curious as to wliat it was to be but no amount of ciuizzing of the teach- ers rcA-ealed the secret. And so it was with great surprise and delight that we beheld the following night on our pro- grams. ' The Cricket on the Hearth. ' From start to finish the play was a delight to all of us. Of course, the fact that the actors were our teachers made us A-eiy interested spectators, but out- siders would have been channed and held by the splendid acting. No one of the cast can be singled oat for special approljation. All were splendid. Miss Elliott as Dot and jNIiss Wright as her husband, John Perribingle, were a veiy devoted pair. The expression Dot used the most frequently was Me too, Jolin. Miss lelvin as Tilly Slowboy was a source of unending amusement. She entered right into thei part and never seemed to for- get it for an instant. Miss Wallace and jVIiss Brush were very good as old Caleb Plummer and his blind daughter. Ber- tha. Can any of us ever forget ( aleb as he sang We ' ll drown it in the l)owl? ) Miss Archibald took the part of the old gentleman who afterwards turned out to be Caleb ' s son, and Miss Dowsou was his demure sweetheart. Miss xMaxwell, in a lovely, old fashioned gown, as Mi ' s. Fielding was the very imiiersonation of dignity. That very unfortunate affair in connection with the Indigo trade. jMiss Murchie, as Mr. Tackelton, strode around in true villain fashion, her only trouble being her slipping moustache. Miss Carruthers as the Porter, ] Iiss ITol- lard and ] Iiss Spence as Dot ' s father mother only api)eared for a few minutes at the end of the play. The performance ended with a rousnig old-fashioned dance, Miss Archibald, Miss Dowson, Miss Elliott and Miss Murchie being the participants. We were so delighted by it all that even God Save the King failed to send us away and we stayed till Miss Ball, the director and stage-manager of the play added the finishing toixch by saying Well, it ' s all over, ladies! Avhich remark brought us back with a jolt to the everyday world and sent us. reluctantly to bed. May Day Still another, and yet more glorious, Twenty-fourth! Of course, the weath- er could have been improved upon — but then, too, it might very easily have been much Avorse ; and, after all, the weather is one of the least impoi ' tant considera- tions on an occasion like May Day. As for the other elements necessaiy to the making of a Perfectly Happy Day (per- fect enough to be written in capitals, too!), they were all conspicuously pres- ent. To begin with, the address, given by Dr. Edna Guest, was of the most help- ful and inspiring kind. Dr. Guest paint- ed for us an Ideal Woman worthy in every way of the title. The voting, which immediately followed the address, was, of course, the scene of the wildest possible excitement and suspense — rising to a joyful climax when the name of our May Queen was finally announced. This very great honour fell to the lot of Frances Stevens — commonly known as Steve and, as such, veiy highly e - teemed and well-beloved by her school-