Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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The affair began with a deHcious chicken dinner, specially planned by Miss Wal- lace, and very much enjoyed by all. After everyone had partaken of it much too freely, the toastmaster, Dr. C. R. Carscallen, rose and proposed a toast to the King. The other toasts were as follows: To Our Country Alma Mater The Faculty The Graduating Class The Other classes Proposed by Elsie Allin Georgie Golden Ruth Pyper Helen Carscallen Kathryn Hadden Student Organi2;ations Mary Sharp Responded by Elva Bird Katharine Kinman Miss A. Maxwell Harriet Perry Eileen Johnson, Junior Class Margaret Keith, Medium Class Cay Stocks, Sophomore Class Verna Kinman, Freshman Class Eileen Fit2,Simmons, Elementary Class Dorothy Small, S.C.M. Eleanor Hardy, Athletic Association. Mary Harshaw, Honour Club On the evening of the eleventh of June, in the United Church, our annual Bacca- laureate service was held. What thoughts filled the minds of the Seniors as they wended their way to Church in caps and gowns! It was their last service as a student body! The Junior Class had prettily decorated all the pews with white flowers and had added white ribbon to those for the Seniors. Helen Carscallen, the Junior President, cut the ribbon as the Seniors filed in. Outside a storm raged, the power was cut oif, and the church became eerily dark. It was in this dramatic atmosphere that the Reverend Crossley Hunter, of Carlton Street United Church, delivered his inspiring sermon, especially directed to the Gradu- ating Class. There was little conversation as the Seniors returned home. Their minds were filled with the text of that great sermon, ' Treely ye have received; freely give. Ollasfi iay Class Day was celebrated on June the twelfth. How glad were the Juniors, when they found that the Daisy Chain could be made with real daisies for the first time in many years. At 2 o ' clock, the Seniors, in caps and gowns, linked by the Daisy Chain, grace- fully drooped over their shoulders, entered the Concert Hall. Helen Carscallen, Junior President, read the personal biographies. After each biography had been read, Eileen Johnson, with the help of Dr. Carscallen, cut the chain. Dorothy Small then read the Class Prophecy and Mary Harshaw delivered the Valedictory. An interest- ing part of the afternoon was the presentation of a large coffee pot to the Seniors of ' 34. It was hoped that a tradition of a Senior Breakfast Party on the morning of Class Day, would be established. The Juniors gave a delicious dinner for the Gradu- ates, in the Household Science room. At dark, the Seniors threw their most disliked books into a cheery bon-fire, to the accompaniment of an appropriate verse. Challenges and Songs closed a happy evening. Mentor Irfakfafit Party An interesting innovation was added to the Class Day Programme this year. The Senior Class met at 7.30 to do justice to a delicious breakfast beside the creek. It was so much enjoyed, that we hope the coming Seniors will have a similar opportunity. Page Thirteen

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Honorary President - Miss Maxwell Class Teacher - - Miss Beer President - - - Harriet Perry Vice-President - - Elsie Allin Secretary-Treasurer - Mary Sharp B ' ptttor At IHomp Friday, February twenty-eighth! What a thrill that date struck to our hearts. Weeks before the actual occasion, all seniors were filled with anticipation of the Dance. The night finally arrived, and well might an onlooker reali2;e, with the girls flying hither and yon, that everyone was tense, and waiting expectantly for their friends. 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, the Senior president, and the Senior class teacher. The decorations were carried out with red and white streamers, serpentine, and multi-colored balloons, while easy chairs and lamps found their places along the sides of the walls. A heart and balloon dance supplied the novelties. Members of the Junior class bore the burden of good things to eat, as we assembled in the Common Room and beautiful Main Hall for supper. One-thirty came all too soon, and as we stood in the hall, watching our guests depart, we were left with the happiest memories of one of the most enjoyable functions of the year. The lights go out! The audience is hushed! The curtains draw apart and the first notes of the opening chorus float out. What do we see? A Japanese street and Japanese coolies, singing: If you want to know who we are, We are gentlemen of Japan. The play is on! The Senior Stunt this year, given Friday evening, March 31, was light opera, The Mikado, (after the manner of Gilbert and Sullivan.) The fact that the char- acte rs and the melodies were familiar to the audience seemed to add to the hilarious success of the evening, though it is doubtful if anyone got more fun out of the whole performance than the Seniors themselves. The sets, designed and made by the artistic members of the Class, as well as the very effective costumes, created the needed Oriental atmosphere. After the Stunt, the curtain rose again on a different scene. This time the girls grouped themselves in the formation of a fan, holding yellow, green and orchid stream- ers leading to a stand with the inscription ' 33. The Senior song was sung to the tune of Braid the Raven Hair, from the Mikado. The evening ended with an informal reception by the Seniors in the Common Room. ©lip pninr iittitpr With beaming aspect, the old dining room looked down on the proud faces of the fifteen graduates seated in state around two beautifully decorated tables. The Eighteenth Senior Dinner was held this year on Friday, April 28th. The dining room was decorated very attractively by the Junior Class. Each table, lit by candle-light, displayed a choice bouquet made up of flowers in the colours representa- tive of each class, the most charming being the Senior table where iris, daffodils, fern, and mauve candles were used to mark the Senior colours. At each place were favours in the form of diplomas and mortar-boards, and each Senior was given a sterling silver coffee spoon engraved with O.L.C.

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niar Ollaaa f rapijfrg Dorothy Small For I dipped into the future Far as human I could see, Saw the deeds of ' compHshed ladies, Senior grads of ' 33. A vision filled with wonders. Deeds not thought before We left the noble portals, To return, alas, no more. Fourteen forms passed on before me, All of well-known face and name, They had been my worthy classmates. Now they strove to win some fame In varied occupations They had planned in former years When they had been Senior students Beset by many fears. When examination marks Had not as yet been heard. And they stood in fear and trembhng To hear the cheering word. Now the years had gone by swiftly, All these sweet young things of yore Walked down life ' s rose coloured pathway On many a clime and shore. One petite wee maiden, In nurse ' s cap and gown, Was looking after children Whose skins were very brown. Some little Afric infants With tummies big and fat ( ' Twas caterpillar sauce Which made them grow hke that.) The dainty little nurse Who fed them castor oil Was our own Brenda Rich Who in the sun did toil. Working with her bravely In the strange and unknown land Was a lady in the kitchen. Around her head a band Signified her calling. She fed diets to all So no more did little children For caterpillars call. This maiden beaming brightly. Justly was named Miss Bird, For always o ' er the menus Her voice in song was heard. In another foreign country I found a third old friend. On a deep and learned commission A wealthy boss did send His private secretary, Whom we all had known as Ruth. She was fluent in foreign languages Which helped her much, in truth, To copy all orations. Made in words of weighty sound Heard at the League of Nations, When discussions were going around. Another miss abroad. Who for her daily bread. Copied words and words and words, Indeed anything he said. Was Kay Kinman with the swift hand Whose speed ' mazed large and small She copied words down quickly Some words not said at all! And then in old Vienna Where many things are found. In one place from a piano I heard a pretty sound. For under Kay Hadden ' s touch The keys seemed to be alive. Her recital was coming closer, For perfection she did strive. And also in Vienna, ' Though perhaps I should not tell.