Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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fitinr At ams The lamps shone o ' er fair women and brave men, A thousand hearts heat happily. ' Friday, February twenty-seventh!! What a thrill that date struck to our hearts weeks before the actual occasion, and quite rightly too, as this meant the first dance ever to be held in Trafalgar Castle as a school. The night arrived, and well might an onlooker realize, what with the exc ' ted ex- clamations, scurrying feet and happy laughter, that something quite out of the or- dinary was about to take place. At eight o ' clock the girls, with their escorts, wended their way toward the gym- nasium, where they were received by Dr. and Mrs. Carscallen, Miss Maxwell, and the Senior president. Blue and blue streamers and multi-colored balloons formed the decorations, while easy chairs and low hanging lamps found their places along the sides of the hall. Several novelty dances provided much fun and just before supper was served, carnival hats and streamers were thrown among the guests. Members of the Junior Class bore the burden of good things to eat, as we assembled in the Common Room and the beautiful Main hall. One o ' clock struck all too soon and as the last guests departed, we were left with naught but happy memories of The First Dance at O.L.C. Senior Sinner With beaming aspect the old dining room looked down on the proud faces of the seventeen graduates seated in state around two beautifully decorated tables, surrounded on all sides by the laughing, gay girls ready to carry on the school name in future years. The senior dinner, a lovely affair, was held this year on Friday, April 17th. The dining room was decorated very attractively by the Junior Class. Each table dis- played a choice bouquet made up of flowers in the colours representative of each class. The Seniors were given very pretty silver jewel boxes for favors. The affair began with a delicious chicken dinner, very much enjoyed by all. After everyone had partaken of it too freely, the Toastmaster, Dr. C. R. Carscallen, rose and proposed a toast to the King, and God Save the King was sung. Dr. Carscallen then called upon Ruth Gilmour, who proposed a toast to ' ' Our Country, which was answered by Flora McDonald. The other toasts were then forthcoming, being as follows: To Alma Mater Faculty The Graduating Class Other Classes Proposed by Isobel Robertson Dora Funnell Alice Carscallen Merle McBride Answered by Mary McMuUen Miss Maxwell Dorothy Bass Muriel Johnston, Junior Class Mary Harshaw, Medium Class Jean Moore, Sophomore Class Eileen Brooks, Freshman Class Margaret Quinn, Elementary Class Mary Arnold, S.C.M. Beatrice Kerr Beatrice Yuill, Athletic Association Margaret Aitkens, Honour Club Hana Fukuda Marjorie Fetterley, Editor-in-Chief of Vox and Year Book And with these delightful speeches the evening closed. It was a lovely affair, given as a token of the schools pride in its Senior Class, and appreciated with warm hearts by these girls. Student Organi2,ations College Press Page Twenty-seven

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Honorary President ' ' Miss Maxwell Class Teacher - ' Mrs. Adams President ' ' Dorothy Bass Vice-President ' ' Isobel Robertson Secretary - ' ' Hana Fukuda Treasurer ' - Marjorie Fetterly Mentor tmt The light goes out! A sudden silence prevails! The curtain rises and the first notes of the opening chorus float out into the ears of the expectant audience. What is this we see? A group of charming girls in pretty greens, yellows and mauves, swaying with the music, their voices lifted in a lilting refrain; — Irish skies are smiling with a lovely hue, Irish lakes reflect the light and sparkle to you — The play is on! The Senior Stunt this year was an Irish Operetta Bits of Blarney. A charm- ing little story about a girl named Peggy, played by Dorothy Givins, taking all ihe boys away from the other girls, but caring only herself for one. And, of course, that one, Patrick by name, played by Beatrice Yuill, caring equally for her and being a little dubious about the chances for himself. Peggy, however, a little tired of this, concocts a plan with the aid of Mike O ' Noole, played by Flora McDonald, an old bachelor and the comic character in the play. She tells them all that she must go home, but her brother is coming to stay with her aunt and makes them all promise to be nice to him. On the other hand, Patrick also gets together with Mike and poses as his niece, Marjorie. Peggy then arrives in the guise of her brother and cures the boys of their love sickness, making them return to the other girls. But fear strikes her heart, and she quickly changes back to herself, meets Patrick, also again himself, and the story ends happily with a rollicking song by the entire cast. The curtain falls to the accompaniment of thunderous applause, then rises again on an entirely different scene. This time the girls stand in the shape of a V holding yellow, green and mauve streamers, leading to a large stand with the inscription S ' 31. The Senior song is sung to the tune of The Road to Man- dalay. (3nt diupmtst Wxnnn Thanks to our little friend Hana Fukuda, the Senior Class busied themselves one evening with preparing and partaking of a most novel dinner. The food was cooked in Japanese style and, most interesting of all, was eaten with chopsticks. At first it didn ' t seem as though we ' d get very much to eat, but in due time the foreign cus- tom somewhat rudely mastered, we succeeded in having a most sumptuous and appe- tizing meal. Fu(jc Twenty-six

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Ruth Gilmour It was mid-winter and outside there was a terrible storm, huge flakes of snow were being sent hither and yon by the wind, which was causing the doors of the house to rattle and the shutters to bang. I had been glad to sit in peace before a blazing fire after a busy day at the office, content to let my mind wander from subject to subject. Finally my thoughts turned back to the days when I was at O.L.C. Those days, now so far in the past, seemed but yesterday, events stood out so clearly in my mind. I began to wonder what all the members of my class were doing now, and to wish that I might see them all again, to talk over old times and to bring back those happy days we had spent together, so joyous and carefree. But I knew such a wish was impossible and as the clock struck twelve I was recalled back to the present. Time had slipped by so quickly that I had not realized how late it was, so I hurried into bed. Lulled by the sound of the storm, sleep soon claimed me. And as I slept, I dreamed. There beside my bed stood an old man dressed in the rich robes of the East. In his hand he held a lamp, curiously wrought in bronze. Somehow, he seemed strangely familiar, and suddenly I realized who he was — Why he was the Genie, and there was Aladdin ' s Lamp! Be not afraid, he said, as I started up. I have brought you this lamp, and you may have one wish. Think carefully, however, and wish for what you desire most — for one wish only, may you have. With these words he disappeared, leav- ing the lamp in my hand. I did not pause long, for I knew that what I desired most was to see again my classmates, the Seniors of ' 31. So I timidly rubbed the lamp and made my wish. Everything in the room became hazy, next I found myself sitting in a small aero- plane, which seemed to be piloted by some agency not human. Immediately it started, and I found myself whirring over the city, bound for I knew not where. The machine flew on with incredible speed, but soon it began to drop. I was outside a large building, so I went up to the door. In answer to my ring a maid appeared, and showed me into a small office off the main hall. Seated at a desk, looking very capable and business Hke was Agnes Benson. After Benny and I had exchanged our first rapturous greetings, we both began to talk at once, about what had happened since that June day, so long ago, when we had left O.L.C. I asked her what this building was, and what she was doing here. In proud tones, she said, This is the Phoenix Foundling Home, the largest on the continent, and I am the Matron. I sat in silence for a moment, but there was a knock at the door, and in walked Marge Aitkens. She wore a white uniform, and Benny informed me that Marge was the Head Dietitian at the orphanage. They both suggested that I go on a tour of inspection. I eagerly agreed, and we set out. Eventually we came to the infirmary. A white-capped nurse met us, and lo and behold, there was Isobel Robertson! In her capable hands were the pains and ills of all the poor, fatherless and motherless children. But I was pressed for time, and regretfully I climbed into my little machine, and went on my way again. Next we came to rest outside the House of Congress in Washington. I mounted to the gallery, following the crowd. In the House a fiery debate was in progress on the subject of Smuggling over the Canadian Bor- der. And the Speaker was our old friend Bea Kerr. Her eloquence held me spell- bound. At the end of her speech I looked around, and my eye fell upon Dora Page Twenty-eight