Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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At the end of a deli Carscallen, Toastmaster was followed by various To Our Country Alma Mater The Faculty The Graduating Class The Other Classes cious chicken dinner, specially planned by Miss Wallace, Dr. for the evening, rose and proposed a toast to the King. This other toasts, as follows: Proposed by Helen Pickings Jane Rittenhouse Evelyn Bridges Mary Harshaw Velva Brooks Student Organisations Ruth Allgeier The College Press Mary Beckman Responded to by Margaret Day Joy Spencer Miss Maxwell Marian Crow Eleanor Hardy, Junior Class Helen Carscallen, Medium Class Doris Mullett, Sophomore Class Mary Stocks, Freshman Class Verna Kinman, Elementary Class Alice Carscallen, S.C.M. Norma Thompson, Athletic Association Muriel Wilford, Honour Club Mary Macbeth, Editor-in-Chief of the Vox and Year Book IBarralaurpate uniay On June the fifth, the annual Baccalaureate service of the College was held in the evening, at the United Church. The pews to be occupied by the graduating class were decorated with flowers and marked off by white r.bbons. As the Seniors, in caps and gowns, filed in, Mary Harshaw, President of the Junior Class, cut the ribbons. The sermon was preached by Rev. Dr. Sedgewick, minister of the Metropolitan Church in Toronto. Dr. Sedgewick addressed his very inspiring words particularly to the graduating class. He spoke of the many doors which are open to youth, and stressed the fact that although along the line of finding employ- ment, things were not looking their brightest now, opportunities are bound to come to those who look for them. We feel sure that every girl left the church that night with the text of that great sermon in her heart, Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it. (Sllasa lag Monday, June the sixth, was Class Day this year. The Juniors spent a busy morning making the Daisy Chain for the ceremony in the afternoon, and their faces at lunch showed that their labour had reached a satisfactory ending. At two o ' clock, the Seniors, capped and gowned, linked by the chain of flowers which passed over their shoulders, came into the Concert Hall, where the reading of their personal biographies and the cutting of the chain took place. Alice Carscal- len read the Class Prophecy and Muriel Wilford gave the Valedictory. A pleasing part of the afternoon Was the presentation of a gift from all the girls to Hana Fukuda, who is leaving us this year to go home to Japan. The Seniors, through their presi- dent, made a gift of a silver flower basket to the school in memory of their happy year. After a jolly dinner, given to the class by the Juniors, the evening was spent with the school, dancing and singing about a cheerful bonfire, where the books most diffi- cult and dreaded in examinations were burned by the Seniors, with clever rhymes. Page Twenty-Five

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Honorary President Advisory Teacher President Vice-President Secretary Treasurer Miss Maxwell Miss Beer Marian Crow Mary Macbeth Helen Pickings Mary Beckman rnuir At Hump Eight p.m., February the twenty-sixth, marked the climax of two exciting weeks. The second Senior Dance at O.L.C. was about to begin. Escorts for the fortunate Seniors were arriving, and as the gaily dressed girls went down Main Hall stairs to Ijreet their partners, envious eyes lined the banisters. Who would not be a Senior to-night? Or even one of the fortunate Juniors, who were serving? The happy throng of dancers walked off to the gymnasium, where they were re- ceived by Dr. and Mrs. Carscallen, Miss Maxwell, Miss Beer and the Senior Presi- dent. What a change had been made in the gymnasium! Dimmed lights above a ceiling of blue and blue streamers gave an appearance of space, while multi-colored balloons added a spice of excitement to the atmosphere. On a raised platform at the end, the orchestra was tuning up. The music started. The dancing began and the hours flew by. It scarcely seemed credible that eleven o ' clock and refreshments had arrived so soon. The orchestra struck up again and then it was one o ' clock. The last good-byes had been said and the Seniors turned, weary but happy, toward their beds, feeling that the second dance at the college had been a real success. The stunt this year was held on March 19, later than usual, but we trust that the delay was not unrewarded. The Seniors, learning that this year is the centennial of Lewis Carroll ' s birth, decided to portray a few of the best known scenes from Alic: in ' Wonderland. The more important of these were, The Mock Turtle and the Gry phon, The Mad Tea Party, and the Court Scene. The costumes were effective, and it is interesting to see how the names of the characters have remained with the girls ever since. The leading role of Alice was ably taken by Norma Thompson. The music and songs were catchy and new, enjoyed by the performers as much as by the audi- ence. Although the crocodile at close range was seen to be marble and the toadstools left much to the imagination, the operetta was a pleasure as well as a surprise. In V formation, the Seniors, holding streamers in the class colours, rose, green and silver, sang their song, set to the tune of Sweetheart of Sigma Chi. Mentor Sinner On Friday evening, April the eighth, in the college dining room, which was beau- tifully decorated for the occasion, the seventeenth annual Senior Dinner was held. The graduating class, who were the guests of honour for the evening, were seated at tables in the centre of the room. Streamers and baskets in the various class colours and beautiful spring flowers gave a delightful appearance. The senior tables were specially arranged by the junior class, which presented each senior with an initialled silver spoon as a souvenir. Page Twen ty-Foui

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pnior (Hi 3BB Jropfypnj Alice Carscallen Thirty years from now! Thin and spent, I drag myself back to Canada. My five volume work Chinese Birds and Stars, How They Chirp and Twinkle, has been too much for me. During my long siege, many things have happened. I pick up a copy of a new Canadian newspaper, and at first glance am struck by its name, Ladies ' Never-at-Home Journal. Hurrah! At last woman has found her place. I eagerly devour the contents of the paper. Excellent! I must see this Editor! He ought to be congratulated! Forthwith I dash for the newspaper offices. Down the corridor I see a woman with queenly bearing coming toward me. Why, Joy, what are you doing here? I asked. Oh, I was just seeing the Editor about a misprint in my marriage announcement. After teaching so long, I have decided to marry and the man has accepted. The Ladies 1 Never-at-Home Journal didn ' t even mention that he is a farmer. Well, I spoke severely. A door confronts me with this inscription: M. Macbeth, Editor-in-Chief, Mana- ger, Secretary, Treasurer, and Stock-Holder. Well, this Editor has enough to do! I press a button and the door flies open. Before me is a large room, and seated at a desk is a woman. Fine! So the Editor is a woman. I might have guessed from the title that a man wduld not be responsible. The Editor, her hair flying and her glasses perched on the end of her nose, is frantically delving into a pile of papers. She looks up. It is Mary Macbeth! Our greetings are suddenly interrupted by a deep voice which says, Mary, what do you mean by omitting my advertisement from to-day ' s paper? Why, I supply the Ontario Ladies ' College with mattresses, and I know they need new ones this year. Standing before me I see a very smartly dressed woman. If it isn ' t Evelyn Bridges! I say. Mrs. T., if you please, of the Everlasting Mat- tress Company. Well, Alice, you are a great deal thinner, and, turning to the editor she adds, As for the advertisement, I see where my business goes. I ' ve got to support my husband and precious little girl. A sudden ringing of bells vibrates through the building. Is that a fire? I ask. Oh, no, that is for Push. I have never lost the habit I got at O.L.C. Who do you suppose takes the bread line for my employees? Helen Bowden! She supervises gym classes and dancing. By the way, I wonder what ' s detaining my egg-nog? In sails Helen Bowden. After profuse greetings, Helen drags me off to see the Pal Mai Tea Room, explaining, A couple of your old friends are running it. We cross the street to a tea room with a tennis racquet sign. What is that for? Oh, that indicates that you can play tennis between courses. Going in, we bump into Jane Rittenhouse. Meet the Hostess, says Helen. Jane leads us out into a tennis court surrounded by a beautiful garden. There, Grace Mallinson is teaching a tall young sheik how to serve. She is so engrossed that she does not see us, but Jane hurries us on to a hot-house. A girl in a dirty smock and rubber boots is digging away, with six dogs tearing about her. This is another partner of mine, Alice. She prefers the flowers to the tea-room, though once in a while she keeps our accounts straight. Why, Helen Pickings! I cry, I did not know you loved flowers so. I ' ve changed since my O.L.C. days, replies Helen. On re-entering the newspaper building, who should step out of the elevator but Marjorie Hyslop, dressed in the most daring clothes. Wasn ' t your hair blonde before, or am I just imagining it ' s gold? I ask. Don ' t you know that gold-dust blondes are the rage now? Gentlemen prefer them to platinum blondes. This is just a wig, she adds. But I must hurry. I have a heavy date. You see, I am designer for Patou in Paris. Twenty-Six