Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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1. Domestic Science Class, 1921-22. 2 Art na«« iq9i oo 3. Mr. Slater ' s Singing Class, 1921-22 I SSo ' n ' -s Kano Class, 1921-2.

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vox C 0 1. L E G 1 I 11 Fairfield, Dorothy Follest, Charlotte Pralick, Rhoda Frid, Alicia Hanibly, Betty Harrison, Phyllis Ilipwell, Jose- phine Houston, Marjiaret Houston, Muriel Hog , Olive Isaacs, Dorothy La France, Lois Lafit ' oley, Dorothy Mac- donald, Adelie McLennan, Dorothy Moodie, Ehnyra Nichols, Helen Parry, Edith Pool, Marion Ranney, Helen Reid, Isabel Stewart, Viola Smart, Grwendolyne Webli, Helen Wood. Photography — Winners in Amateur Photography — First Prize, Jean Hickling; Second Prize, Helen Anglin. Address by Rev. David Wren, M.A., B.D. God Save the King. EXTRACTS FROM MR. FARE- WELL ' S ADDRESS. In closing 1 should like to say a word to the members of the Graduating Class. During the time you have been at the school you have forged such bonds of friendship and good-will between yourselves and the school as shall last forever. By your loyalty and devo- tion to its standards, by your readiness to unselfishly co-operate with its fac- ulty and students at all times and by your adherence to your studies you have endeared yourselves to all of us. You have passed your examinations (I trust) with credit, some of you with high honors. You have completed tlie I ' espective courses that the college has offered you, and you are ready to leave us. We are sorry to see you go. You have added much to the impressions and influences and ideals that go to make up school life. Your places will be hard to fill. And yet we would not hold you if we could. After the theory there eoines experience ; after the pre- paration, l attle; after the training, work, achievement. It is now for you to achieve. You can do this only out in the world, in the sun ' s glare amid a host of witnesses. The gleam, whose flash perhaps you have seen at 0.,L.C. will go before you. We have confidence in you that in the immediate years be- fore you and beyond, you will follow the gleam, that you will dare much and do great things. You will recall that in one of Sir Rupert Brook ' s poems, The Soldier, he declares that wherever his body might he found, That place shall be forever England. So in a sense wher- ever you may go there also will be your Ahua Mater. Fail not. Keep her standard high. The principles of hon- or and good will and community re- sponsibility that you have so well ex- emplified here — these principles take with you, write them upon your heart, make them your own for all time. Be- come life-members of the wider honor club — the world ' s honor club — so ne- cessary to the uplilt and redemption. Some day you will come i)ack to the old school. A month hence, a year hence, two years hence at mosv. You will be with us in June, 192!:, at tiie Golden Jubilee. AV., shaii give you a royal welcome. Meanwhile good-i ye and nuiy God watch between us in your absence.

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GOING OUT In mail-time the three agreeable ' •oom-mates decided to decorate their room. That is why we find Ola, an hour later, standing with one small foot on the table which served as a writing desk, and the other, clad only in silk stocking, on a bed. Her mouth was full of tacks and she had an old brown oxford in her right hand. Tlie room was large for a boarding school bedroom but the worldly possessions of four school girls would not permit of it ' s being called spacious. Ola, the most prominent of the four room-mates, or the one who did things, was hanging pictures, or prob- ably tacking them would be more like it, while her three room-mutts and several other girls perched on the beds, the tables, and the few chairs the room afforded, criticized, advis. ' d and gossip- ed of the school activities. Clear the track, called Ola, as she spran ' g from the table to the floor, the tacks st ' ll in her mouth and the firm hold on the old brown oxford not re- laxed. Off those old masters, those price- less treasures of art. Eve. Would you despoil the art of all the a es? slic cried banteringly, as she pushed a live- ly young person with bobbed hair off a pile of Harrison Fisher girls which had adornsd the covers of the popular and forbidden periodicals of the month. What is home without a picture? came in a chant of derision fi-om the corner. What is boarding-school without magazine covers? said a practical member of the commercial class. Old masters, a month old cried a gay room-mate. Put the little ' peaches aiul cream ' in the canoe over the Over the fire-place. No-o, litle girls should be seen and not heard, — — over the door, of course. ' ' You ' ve said it. Here girls, join the forward movement and help shove the