Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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VOX COLL Ei Gil 11 position next year. Every success, Mil- dred. Hilda Dawson is just completing her two year commercial course. Hilda ex- pects to take a position in the summer. Viola Glenn came to 0. L. C. three years ago and is graduating in Domestic Science. Viola is now in Wellesly Hos- pital taking a Dietitian ' s course. Elva Haskett has spent two years at O.L.C. She is now graduating in Ex- pression. Elva expects to be at home for a time. Gwen Klombies is one of our Western girls. She has spent three years at 0. L. C, and has now graduated in vocal. Gwen expects to teach vocal next year. Every success, Gwen. Grace Lander came to 0. L. C. three years ago, and is now graduating in Do- mestic Science. Grace expects to con- tinue her music next year. Helen Luke has spent three years at O.L.C. She has just completed her com- mercial course and expects to take a pos- ition next year. Maude McQuillan has been at O.L.C. for two years and is now graduating in Domestic Science. Kathleen McDonald has spent three years at O.L.C. and is graduating in Domestic Science. We wish K suc- cess in any work she may pursue. Aileen Marshall has just completed her two year Domestic Science Course. Aileen expects to be at home next year. Betty Martin has spent two years at 0. L. C. and is now graduating in Domestic Science. We wish Betty success in any work she may pursue. Old Girls ' It was a cool afternoon in, March ' ' Wake up ! said the lion at the south side of the steps to the sleepy one guard- ing the north, Here comes the bus. Well, what about it? I ' ve seen the bus before — often. Leave me alone. Oh, you make me wild! You never Ethel Morden came to us in September and was in the M.E.L. course. Ethel expects to go to University next year. Every success, Ethel. Norma Moore came to O. L. C. three- years ago. Norma has graduated in Piano. She expects to teach next year. Every success. Olive Payne has spent two years at 0. L. C. She is now graduating from the Art Department. Cort Reynolds came to O.L.C. three years ago. She is now graduating from the M.E.L. course. Cort expects to go to University in the Fall. We all wish her every success possible in her work. Elizabeth Reynolds is graduating in the M.E.L. course. Elizabeth also ex- pects to go to University next year. Every success ' ' Bessie. ' ' Alice Savage came to O.L.C. last Sept- ember and was enrolled in the commer- cial course. Alice expects to take a pos- ition next year. We all wish her suc- cess. Laura Smith is one of our Western girls. She is graduating in Domestic Science. Laura expects to be home next year. Hazel Taylor came to O.L.C. seven years ago. She is now graduating from the M.E.L. course. Bones, as she is better known expects to continue her studies next year at University. We all join in wishing her every success. Margaret Webster is another Western girl. Margaret came to O.L.C. last year and is now completing the Senior Dom- estic Course. Margaret expects to be at home next year. Reunion get thrilled about anything. This is St.- Patrick ' s week end — the Old Girls ' Re- union. Here comes everybody out to meet the! Here they are! Just look at the welcome they are getting ! Listen to that hubbub. There ' they ' ve all gone inside. Not one of them noticed me.

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10 VOX COLLEGII Ruth Carruthers. Refreshments were then served by the Seniors, and the happy evening brought to a close. On the morning of December the fourteenth, a poster appeared on the bulletin board announcing The Facul- ty Play. Great excitement prevailed because it came as a surprise, and be- sides the faculty plays are always good. At the specified time we were all wait- ing expectantly and impatiently for the curtain to rise. At last it did go up and we saw Dickens ' Christmas Carol. It was indeed an enjoyable perform- ance, especially the Cratchit family, which was very real. also the goose ; and Marley ' s chains clanking, we felt as though we were with Scrooge seeing the ghost. We followed it through with 2;reat interest right to the end until Scrooge became a changed man. The cast was as follows : ScroO ' ge — Miss Wright. Bob Cratchit — Miss Archibald. Fred (Scrooge ' s nephew) — Miss Murchie. Jacob Marley (ghost) — Miss Squair. Boy and Young Man — Miss Stevens. Mrs. Cratchit — Miss Wallace. Martha Cratchit — Miss Dowson. Peter Cratchit — Miss Spense Tiny Tim — Miss Brush. Topper — ' Miss Alcock. Fred ' s Wife — Miss Emsley. Fred ' s Sister — Miss Carruthers. Ghost of Xmas Past — Miss Chantler. Spirit of Xmas Present — Miss Mor- den. Bov— Miss Elliott, First Prize Essay AN INCIDENT OF CAMP LIFE. What was that ! Startled, I raised myself from my cot and stared through the screen. All was silent. The dark- ness seemed impenetrable. The trees and shrubs cast deep, black mysterious shadows. In the open spaces the moon- light cast a silvery brightness which accentuated the blackness of the shad- ows. I could hear the soft murmur of the little river, the plash-plash of sorhe tiny water creature, the shrill song of the pipers and the grave ' cello note of the grandfather frog. Ah ! the sound ! Low and tremulous- ly it began and rose to a half-pleading, half-triumphant call, the call of the bull moose. Weird and strange it sounded as it vibrated through the still air and was echoed back by the sur- rounding hills. I glanced quickly clown the stream. There, half in the shadow, half in the moonlight, stood the giant, his feet in the lily pads, a magnificent sight. As I watched, entranced, he . lifted his head, and once more called. Again the echoes replied, and after the echoes died, a faint call in the distance. Once more the moose ' s call rang through the night, not pleading now, but wholly triumphant as he turned and disap- peared in the shadowy depths of the wood. H. M. Anderson. Who ' s Who and Where Helene Allworth has spent the two years at O.L.C., and is graduating from the Expression Department. Bernice Breese came to 0. L. C. two years ago. We all join in wishing her every success in her work next year. Ruth ' Carruthers came to us in Sept- ember and was enrolled in the M.EL. course. Ruth expects to continue her studies at University next year. We wish her success. Mildred Cole came to 0. L. C. two years ago. She is now graduating in the Art course. Mildred expects to take a

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L2 VOX COLLEGII and that brother of mine is sound asleep and the lilacs are asleep, and the bridal wreath bushes are asleep, and the tulips won ' t wake up for weeks yet. Say, won ' t it be a joke when they open their eyes and I tell them the old girls have been here and they missed all the fun. I know where I can get lots of informa- tion, too. That young brownie who lives behind the dinner-gong has only been here since last June. He ' s never seen anything like this before and he won ' t miss much that goes on. Sonny! he called gently. Wafted along in some unknown way the sound travelled inside, along the hall to the foot of the main stairs ; and the same mysterious force sent the little brownie sliding swiftly down the wall and silent- ly and invisibly to the side of his friend the lion. He burst out, I can ' t stay a minute. You should see the pretty decorations in the dining room and concert hall. There is going to be a reception tonight. I ' ll tell you about it afterwards. Say, you should hear all those girls running around and laughing. It ' s great to see people so glad to get back. I want to go and watch them now, Goodbye. The little chimes brownie made many visits to the front steps during the next two days. Several times during the re- ception he came to report his impres- sions. Mr. and Mrs. Farewell, Miss Max- well, Miss Wright and Hazel Taylor are welcoming. The concert hall is just like a beautiful big drawing room, and people are talking so happily! It ' s a lovely picture. At bedtime he said, Mr. Farewell read the regrets of those who couldn ' t come. They made me feel so sorry, even though I didn ' t know all of them. Then there was a delightful program, and the Seniors served refreshments. Say, it seems quiet now, but there ' ll be more fun in the morning. G-ood night. ' ' Next day he hurried to his friend with frequent bulletins from the basketball game between the past and the pres- ent; finally bringing word that the present girls had won — and the wise old lion knew from the shouts and cheers he had heard in the distance, that the battle had been well fought. In the afternoon he heard news of a swimming meet, and the silence all over the building told him that it did not lack interested spectators. It was at night that the little brownie waxed most enthusiastic. They ' re having a class dinner-par- ty, he announced breathlessly. The tables look just beautiful. There were toasts to the King, to the Alma Mater, and the guests, and now the classes are singing their songs. Last year ' s Seniors sang theirs first and they had their own table in their own colors, too. Wasn ' t that a lovely idea? The songs are fine. I must hurry back because I don ' t want to miss the Elementaries ' yell. I heard them practising, and its great. On Sunday the sun shone, the church divisions set out, and after dinner the girls walked back and forth together un- til quiet hour. After tea there was a charming concert in the drawing room, and then the usual chapel sexwice. In the evening quiet, the old lion almost forgot that ' ' the old girls ' ' had ever been away; and strangely enough, the old girls themselves had that same feeling, too. Perhaps it came in answer to the little prayer whose words headed the printed programme for the week-end — Our gathered flock Thine arms enfold As in the peaceful days of old. ' ' But on Monday morning, the strains of ' ' Auld Lang Syne ' ' sounded from the dining-room when breakfast was over, and soon the watcher on the steps was himself listening to the songs and yells the brownie had described, and watch- ing the farewells being said all around him. This will make a fine story for the bridal wreath, he murmured, and those other bushes and trees and things that spend the winter sleeping. All the nice things do not happen in the summer time. ' ' So the wide-awake lion watched the bus disappear in the distance, and