Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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To every man there openeth A way and ways and a way. Trafalgar bids good-bye to another year. June flits by and the Seniors of 1 2? are leaving her. Keenly, yet wistfully, she peers into each heart as one and all cross over the threshold. The High Soul climbs the High ' Way, The Low Soul gropes the Low, And in between on the misty flats, The rest drift to and fro. Climb! Grope! Drift. Each girl to follow her way. Some instinctively climb, others naturally grope, and most unthinkingly drift. But to every man there openeth A High Way and a Low, And every man decideth The way his soul shall go. And so Trafalgar watches her daughters. There, on the down road, groping and stumbling, are the souls who serve Self ; there, climbing the uphill road, are jthe souls who live, the souls who love, the souls who fight on; and on the misty flats, those who merely exist. Up on the hills the challenge rings out: Come out and feel the storm go by! Perhaps some in the misty flats, or even on the Low Road, hear the call, and, turning eagerly, scale the heights. Here and there a climber, overcome by the storms, loses her grip and drops back to lower levels. A Way and Ways and a ' Way! It is for us to decide. Each of us must choose a Way, and only one. No one can travel two roads. The cool shadows of the valley road are tempting, but the windy hills — they call, and there is a challenge in their voice. — V.M.

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If we only saw what we thin about, we would thin very differently about it. If we saw what we think about — ! Would not some of our thoughts appal us if we were to meet them face to face? If that unkind thought that sometimes comes into cur mind about another girl in the school should appear to us, how distorted and ugly it would be. And how we should hate to be the cause of bringing anything so horrible into existence. On the other hand, if our kindly thoughts could be seen, like a glorious picture, or a symmetrical bit of sculpturing; how thrilled we would be at our ability to create so great a beauty, and we would try very hard to drive from our minds all but beautiful thoughts. And, if others could see our thoughts — ! Would that make us think differently? And yet, although our thoughts cannot actually be seen, the result of them is very evident. Each angry thought brands us; each happy thought leaves its mark on our faces. Since what we think is what we are, we would do well to follow the words of Archibald Lampman : Wisest is he who never quite secure Changes his thoughts for better day by day; To-morrow some new light will shine, be sure And thou shalt see thy thoughts another way.

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