Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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VOX COLLEGII 3 On Reading Spenser ' s Annie Alliso The crimson buds the maple trees, The tender green of birch, The gentle blue of April skies, Are blackground of the search. To seek St. George fair Una rides By night through all my dreams, And sometimes ' twixt dark forest stems It ' s silver armour gleams. Dull sleep ' s oblivion thus becomes The field of high emprise; The Spring ' s sweet beauty, maid and knight — They live before my eyes. Soft music, too, I sometimes hear — The fairy bugle call, The witch, with wondrous echoes three, Dissolves enchantments all. It breaks for me the magic spell, And dissipates my dreams ; Upon the misty hills of spring The golden morning gleams. But well I know when shadows fall, And slumber seals my eyes, Una will ride with me again Upon her high emprise. Faerie Queen in April i Maxwell. MISS A. A. MAXWELL. The Graduating Hazel Taylor In 1914 there came to 0. L. C. one of the most outstanding of all its many and varied students. Hazel Taylor-par- don-Bones, arrived from Belleville, her birthplace, with the intention of mak- ing her career at O. L. C, one even more exciting and full of thrills than any boarding school story ever writ- ten. Within three years of her arrival she became the President of the Athletic Association, secretary of the Choral class, and Captain of the Basketball team. In 1919 she was given the high- est honor ever bestowed upon any stu- Class of 1921 dent of O.L.C. Hazel was crowned our May Queen. In 1918 the Honour Club was insti- tuted and Hazel became its first presi- dent. Through her untiring effort and zeal it has become an honoured institu- tion in our school. That same year she was circulation manager of the Vox. In 1920 she was the winner of the much coveted gold medal awarded for swim- ming, and in 1921 president of the Senior Class. Hazel leaves us this year, but she takes along the respect, loyalty and love of 0. L. C, and leaves behind the

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VOX COLLEGTI ously contributed and thus made our way easy for us. Those of us who were here for the opening day will remember the excite- ment, the bustle and hustle of girls getting settled, the joyous reminders of the old girls and their hearty welcome to the new girls. All that seems so far away now, our year has been such a full one ; we can scarcely realize that soon — very soon, we are leaving, some of us not to return next year. What a dreary thought ! And with what eagerness we are looking forward to the Golden Jubilee, three years hence, when we will be here once more to cele- brate the fiftieth anniversary of the dear old school. It has been a splendid year of the school. As each year passes we think it has been the best, but surely there has never been one to compare with this. When - ve think of the strife in many parts of the world just now it is with thanksgiving that we can think of the happiness, comradeship and harmony that we have enjoyed all through the year, and when we set out along life ' s rugged pathway let us all remember to carry with us this thought of harmony and comradeship and what it means in life. We all realize just what it has meant to us in our school life, so why not try to apply it when we may make others happy as well as ourselves? School Spirit Just what is school spirit? Or can it be defined in sufficiently descriptive terms? It is rather a difficult subject to try to explain, but is it not a sort of getting together, a thoughtfulness for one ' s neighbor and an unselfish de- sire for the welfare of one ' s school as a whole? It is a feeling that we, oursel- ves are responsible for our share of the school ' s success, however small it may be and that that share, if neglected, becomes a flow in the perfect unity of purpose. And this school spirit, we are proud to say, has prevailed in all that we have undertaken this year. Perhaps we hav been a little careless at times, but we love our school, are proud of it, and are anxious to see it prosper. And we hope that next year the girls vill have this same feeling — a desire to boost our Col- lege as the only one worth seeing and at- tending. Three cheers for 0. L. C. ! Chic-a-lac-a, chic-a-lac-a, Chow, chow, chow, Boom-a-lac-a, boom-a-lac-a, Wow, wow, wow, Chic-a-lac-a, boom-a-lac-a, Who are we? We are the girls of the O.L.C. C-o-l-l-e-g-e Whitby !

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FIRST ROW (left to right)— Aileen Marshall, Ethel- Morden, K. Macdon- ald, Ruth Carruthers, Margaret Webster. SECOND ROW— Helene Allworth, G. Lander, H. Taylor, E. Haskett. THIRD ROW — Elizabeth Reynolds, N. Moore, H. Luke, V. Glenn. FOURTH ROW— V. Payne, C. Reynolds, H. Dawson, G. Klombies. FIFTH ROW— M. Cole, M. McQuillan, A. Savage, W. Scott, B. Breese.