Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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14 VOX COLLEGII table over where I can stand on it to put it over the door. Our little jugglerette is going to stand on the table and put it over the door. Take oft ' your shoes or you ' ll scratch it. Mildred took Domestic Science and was supposed to know all about furni- ture and its care. She was pleasingly plump, as she described herself, and this fact, her room-mates were wont to declare, was due to her course of study. The things she cooks can ' t be so bad they urged, or she would not get so fat eating her own experiments. Ola took off the remaining shoe, filled her mouth with a fresh supply of tacks, mounted the table by means of the bed, and proceeded to tack up the picture, driving the tacks by means of the heel of her old oxford. Mighty fine hammer, this, she commented as she sucked her thvimb and straightened a tack. Evei-y shoe your own tack hammer. Think I ' ll hang out my shingle. All kinds of car- pentry work done promptly and neatly. Shades of the home-decorator. Was that a rap? More flowers. Another crush. Ola ' s latest cried her room-mates in one breath. She ' ll soon be crushed to death, said an envious neighbour. The rap was repeated sharply, and a brilliant idea seized Ola. She opened the transom and peered cautiously around the corner into the hall below. Saints preserve us. Oh Miss Hall. I ' m sorry. I ' ll open the door. At the sound of that name the girls made one dash for the furniture which was quickly cleared away from the door. Girls, it ' s study hour. Go to your own rooms, please, said the teacher, and three girls departed for home otherwise, next door. Lo, business before pleasure and we go to work said Ola. She was a senior and her words were as Solomon ' s. The three girls began to study but Ola i-ummaged around and produced a l)ox from which she took a huge cake. ' Bring me something to put the cake on, girls. One of them brought an ivory tray and the cake was duly cut and piled thereon, a steel ruler doing excellent service as a substitute for a knife. 1 promis3d the girls next door a piece but I can ' t take it in in study hour. ' ' Mildred was the room-mate with an idea. ' ' She leaned out the window and drummed on the eave trough until she got an answer from the next window, then she leaned farther out and called. Hey, kids, got a broom in there? Slide it over. Now, said Mid, with the air of one who has invented something new under the sun, take this broom and put a magazine on it, then put the cake on top of that and if they ' re careful and have a good sense of balance, they ' ll have some cake. Betty held Mid ' s feet to be sure she would not fall out the third story win- dow. The cake was removed and a note came back on the broom. Thanks, Ola read. Have you much more like it? Oodles and oodles she replied, leaning a perilous distance out the win- dow. If I had some ice-cream I ' d have a feed. I dare you to go down town and get some. I dare you. ' ■ ' I dare you. We ' ll have a feed at nine and it ' s only half -past seven now. A few minutes later two figures dres- sed for the street and enveloped in bathrobes with a pair of shoes under their arms, crept silently through the shadows in the hall to the bathroom where a window gave access to the fire- escape. Here they threw off their bath-robes, exchanged their bedroom slippers for shoes, and put on tams which they had taken from their pock- ets.