Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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1. SOPHOMORE CLASS, 1921-22 2. FIRST CABINET OF THE CIVICS CLUB, 1921-22. 3. THE FRESHMEN, 1921-22.

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22 VOX COLLEGII to the college. Shortly after our arriv- al there we enjoyed a wonderful and varied display of fire-works for several hours. At the end of a perfect day we retired willingly to our very inviting beds. THE SOPHOMORES O.L.C. Whitby It is said here that everybody must blow their own horn, for the simple reason that if they don ' t nobody else will. The Sophomores fully realize this and intend to get a megaphone if neces- sary. Our class was organized in October and Dorothy MacDonald was elected President; Lois Newberry was chosen as Vice and Grace Elliot was made Sec- retary. We have never had cause to re- great our choice of either our President or Vice President, and Grace makes a most wonderful Secretary. She is the best collector of class fees you ever met. Miss Child was chosen as our form teacher, and has been a splendid one all through the year. Our class is a small one, and so, when our turn came round to give an enter- tainment for the school, we decided to unite with the Freshmen, who are a small class also. St. Patrick ' s Day was chosen for our party. Such excitement ! We started to prepare for it a little over a week beforehand, and from that day on every Sophomore and Fresh- man door was barricaded with an en- gaged sign. We all went around like so many conspirators, planning a bank robbery, instead of the givers of a St. Patrick ' s party. At last the seven- teenth arived and early in the after- noon we all went down to the Gymnas- ium and began our task of decorating it. We had prepared a lot of green and white paper cut in long strips before- hand, and these we hung from the lamps, and the balcony, and ladder. Irish pipes, and hats decorated the walls, and green baloons were strung along the travelling ring s, the ladder and around the baskets. We ransacked our rooms for pillows, rugs, and arm eairs, and these we placed around the room. By dinner time we were finished and really the Gym looked lovely. After dinner we scattered to our rooms to begin the most important function of the evening — that of getting dressed. The Sophomores were to go as Irish boys and the Freshmen as Irish girls. The two class teachers had also prom- ised to be in costume but quite refused to tell us what their costumes were to be like. Those costumes of ours were fearfully and wonderfully made to be sure but they looked all right when we got downstairs and that was the main thing. A few minutes after we had as- sembled in the Gym. Mademoiselle Ri- gaud,the Freshman class teacher, and Miss Child, made their appearance. They were received with ohs ! and ahs ! and a perfect storm of questions. They were certainly the finishing touch to our scheme of decoration, and gave the party such a g-ay appearance that ' we hardly knew ourselves. Miss Child was dressed as an Irish Nobleman of the eighteenth century, with green bro- caded coat, white satin breeches, ruf- fles and powdered hair all complete, while mademoiselle looked lovely as an old-fashioned Irish girl. There were ten dances and then two couples gave the Irish jig, Velma La- France sang, and i efreshments were served. Then came the Grand Fin- ale of the evening. A basket full of mysterious looking parcels was drag- ged itno the middle of the floor and everyone made a grab for a pai ' cel. They were all shapes and sizes. Some were suit, dress and hat boxes, while others were quite small. After undo- ing yards of paper you came to one small ' green sucker. You may imag- ine the result! The evening closed with the giving, of class yells, and songs, and everybody went off to bed declaring that the Sophs and Freshies were trumps, while we re-

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24 VOX C 0 1. 1. E G 1 1 mained behind to pat ourselves on the Imck, over the success of our party, and incidentally to wash the dishes. After Easter everyone was so busy and there was so much doing that the Sophomores had no more time for any- thing else. However, despite this now that the term is nearly over we are all glad to have had such a jolly year to- gether as the Sophomores of O.L.C. California or Canada-- Which ? It is February. We are to visit Cali- fornia, that magic land, where winter is only a few weeks of rainy weather, and now even that will be over. After a day on the train we reach Chicago, and that evening board the Los Angeles Limited, bound for sunny California. Leaving Salt Lake City, we go almost directly south, and then with scarcely any warning, on the fringe of the end- less desert, we find San Bernardino, and a few minutes later Riverside. Here we leave the train, for it is not fitting that we rush wildly through California on a shrieking locomotive. We must go softly, and take t.me, or we will break the spell of the land, and not hear its voice calling or catch the message. Th3 residents recognize us instantly, we belong to a common variety, the tourists. For the first few days we are always looking upwards, trying to see the tops of the palm trees, and exclaim- ing at their size. California is a land of many traditions, we feel their influ- ence at once. The Glenwood Mission Inn, with its collection of curios, found in the Old Mission, the cross on the top of Mt. Rubidoux erected in memiory of the Franciscan Fathers, are a reminder of the days when California belonged to Mexico, and you would hear the soft Spanish tongue spoken by her people. As we start our trip by motor the beauty and difference of the country leave us speechless, we can only feel. The sky is deep blue and cloudless. Looking over your shoulder you see the San Bernardino mount ains in the dist- ance, snow capped. On the one hand is the Sianta Anna river and the desert. on the other the dark green of ihe cit- rus groves, the lighter green of the al- falfa, and the ranch houses nestling among them, while the tall palm and Cyprus trees stand like sentinels to guard the land. Leaving Riverside we pass miles of orange groves, and acres of grapes. A twist in the highway and our senses are intoxicated by a grove of almond trees in blossom. It is a riot of beauty. Be- fore we know it we are in Ontario, that beautiful little city named by a Cana- dian. Two long lines of eucalyptus trees mark the centre of the street and lead through uplands to the foot of Mt. Badly, with its crown of glistening- snow. From Ontario we follow the highway which leads to Los Angeles. The roses are in bloom and are planted at even intervals along the roadside, red, white, pink and yellow, while in the groves flaunting their beauty we glimpse the bright orange of the California poppy, the state flower. Leaving the mountains behind, we pass towns and cities, when suddenly in the distance we are conscious of something new, a misty grey blue, our first glimpse of the Pacific, seen through a high fog. A few minutes more bring us to Long Beach, where the calla lilies grow best, and the pergolas are inter- laced with wisteria. Passing through Los Angeles, which is much like all large cities, excepting that sky scrapers are conspicuous by their absence. We are again on the highway leading to San Diego. There is very little growth in parts of this sec- tion, and it is then for the first time we realize that in all California there is