Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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A post grad was taking studies. In medicine as well! Other strains of music Were wafted to my ears, They came from a tiny studio Where beset by many fears Elsie Allin gave a lesson To a little boy of ten, Who knew nothing about music. Nor the how and why and when. Her studio so tiny Was above an A. P. store. Just why ril let you imagine, I dare not tell you more. Others in the realms of art Had also found a place, For all around I saw Posters in many a space. Posters done by the light touch Of one who knew art well, ' Twas Bessie Leitch ' s pencil Which made many a picture sell. In a gallery of portraits Where many a face looked down Faces famed and distinguished In some big city or town, I found a scrawl in the corner Of each painting large or small, D. Innis was the artist She had done them all. I found a familiar face As I wandered neath the sun Of burning Egypt old Where among the ruins one, Harriet Perry, did dig For hidden treasures of yore, Bones left by the ancients Who had once lived on that shore. Trotting along as a helper With her nose deep in a book Was our old friend Mary Sharp Who in that tome did look For philosophic words of wisdom With which to spur them on In this famous expedition Held by the Nile ' s green lawn. My vision bore me swiftly Back to a world I knew Where Georgie Golden was playing To a mere thousand or two. Who sat enthralled by the music Drawn from the violin ' s strings Her fame spread ever more widely Indeed she played before kings. Then on a great city paper I found a reporter star The name of Mary Harshaw Had spread both wide and far. All types of scoops she had captured More thrilling they grew each day, Indeeed her reporting instinct Grew in an amazing way. Another in a telephone office Sat daily saying ' ' Hello, She had once attended our College From a city beginning with O. Her name was Janet Aughe, And now her pleasant drawl Came singing over the wires Saying Time ' s Up to all. And then on a lonely prairie I found a wee home in the west, It was the minister ' s manse Which Betty Toone knew best. She had changed her rank and station. Had altered her own name too, Not the only one of our group. Who thought it the thing to do. So passes this glimpse of the future My vision fades and is gone Before me in person are sitting The Seniors in cap and gown. We begin a great adventure As we set forth from O.L.C. Our future lies open before us Seniors of ' 33.