Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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(Elaaa Slag Class Day was held on Saturday, June 9th. The Juniors made a very attractive chain, despite the scarcity of daisies. At three o ' clock the graduates entered the Concert Hall in caps and gowns, linked together by the chain. After each biography had been read by Hildegarde Goodfellow, the Junior Class President, Margaret Allan cut the chain. Then Marion Slemon read the Class Prophecy and Eileen Johnson delivered the Valedictory. The Seniors presented the school with a pair of silver candlesticks to be placed on the mantelpiece in the Common Room. The Junior class gave a delicious dinner for the Graduates in the Household Science room. After a student recital, the school and house guests assembled around the bonfire to watch the Seniors throw in the books they most disliked, accompanied by an appropriate verse or song. Challenges and songs brought the evening to a close. larralaureate rnton On the evening of June 10th, our annual Baccalaureate service was held in the United Church. Members of the Alumnae and the rest of the school preceded the Seniors, in caps and gowns. The pews had been attractively decorated by the Junior Class with white flowers and the Senior pews with white ribbon; as the graduates filed in, the ribbons were cut by the Junior President, Hildegarde Goodfellow. The Baccalaureate sermon, delivered by Rev, R. P. Bowles, Chancellor Emeritus of Victoria College, brought inspiration to the hearts of graduates and others alike. As the Seniors entered the stately Main Hall and heard the strains of Saviour, again to thy dear name we raise, their minds were filled with the text of the sermon, Let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth. Thinking of the coffee pot left us by last year ' s graduates, we held a second break- fast party down by the creek. The Senior Class met at 7.30 to try their luck at cooking. Our meal was prepared in the regular camping style and enjoyed by all. Sommy ' fi Sana If you ' re staying for exams, or your people have not been on hand to take you away amidst a pleasant whirl of congratulations and goodbyes, the hours after Com- mencement are rather flat. There are the movies, of course, but this year there was Tommy ' s dance for the graduating class and were we thrilled! Just when dusk began to fall, the cars rolled up and away we went, pleased and excited, to beautiful Arnhills. Tommy made a delightful hostess and knew just what we liked in music and refresh- ments, and the time went all too quickly. This is the first event of the sort for the graduates, and we want it to have a special place in our Chronicle. Page Thirteen

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Stye junior Btnnt This year the Seniors attempted the staging of a light musical comedy — The Gypsy Rover — for their annual stunt night. A lot of hard work was put into this and under the most excellent musical supervision of Miss Louise Golden and dramatic direction of our class teacher, Miss Dorte Glahn, a most entertaining and worth-while stunt was produced. Marion Slemon as Lady Constance in the leading female role showed no bashfulness or lack of experience in the love scenes with Rob, the Gypsy Rover, admirably portrayed by Eileen Johnson. There were also pretty love affairs between Nina (Jean McArthur) and Capt. Jerome (Willena Nicholson), Zara (Peggy Keyes) and Sinfo (Betty Toone), a gypsy dance by Zara, and many comedy scenes by Sinfo and Marto. The whole stunt was mingled with stirring and snappy tunes to say nothing of passionate love songs. That memorable evening ended with assorted sandwiches, tea and chocolate eclairs served by the Seniofs. Though we must say adieu, We ' ll return to you ' - Mentor Sinner This year the Senior Dinner was held on Friday, April 13th, and the spacious dining room was transformed by festive decorations. The Junior Class decorated it very attractively and each table with its bouquet in the colour of individual classes was represented, the most charming table being that of the Seniors, where daffodils and green carnations in black holders were used to mark the Senior colors. At each place were favors — wagons loaded with candies drawn by dogs also represented in Senior colors. Each Senior was given a sterling silver coffee spoon engraved with O. L. C, as a remembrance of the happy days spent here. The evening began with a delicious chicken dinner, specially planned by Miss Wallace. Everyone enjoyed it immensely but a few seemed preoccupied. Perhaps they were the ones who had something to say later. Dr. C. R. Carscallen, the toast- master, began by toasting the King. The other toasts were as follows: To Our Country Alma Mater Faculty Graduating Class Other Classes Student Organisations Proposed by Marion Slemon Jean McArthur Peggy Keyes Hildegarde Goodfellow Audrey McTavish Willena Nicholson College Press Helen Hicks Response by Erna Laing Tommy Arnold Miss Maxwell Helen Carscallen [Margaret Allan J Ada Arnold Constance McCloskey Georgia Webb [Margaret Keith -| Eileen Johnson Betty Toone Nancy Howard Page Twelve

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Marion Slemon You ' ve made a hash of your life! 11 My tormentor ' s piercing eyes burned into my own and I fancied I could feel myself gradually shrivelling and shrinking to a mere puppet of my human self. To think that I had spent no mean sum of my precious money to have this uncanny woman tell my fortune, and instead of prophesying the future she had dug up my past and thus filled me with a bitter self -contempt! The tor- turing voice went on. I tried to close my ears to it, but could not. You, at twenty- nine years, should be in your prime This was uttered with such emphasis that the veil which had hidden half her face slipped down. I gasped, for as I now looked into her face I saw that one of those compelling eyes was brown, the other, grey. Instantly my eyes went to her long hand and found what they sought — a tiny mole on the third finger. No longer did I stand in awe of this woman. Tears of joy sprang to my eyes as I cried, Eileen Johnson! 11 Of course she had recognized me and had tried to make me feel badly and had succeeded. As we talked of O. L. C, the Senior stunt, the Senior dinner, of the good times the whole Senior class had enjoyed together, we began to think of the other members of the graduating class of 1934. Suddenly an idea seized my friend. Let ' s find out what our old friends are doing now, by means of this. She pointed to the crystal globe. My knowledge of crystal gazing was limited, however, we put our heads together over the mysterious globe. At first I could see nothing, but gradually, with Eileen ' s voice helping me, I began to see dim figures moving. The first figure which we could distinguish was standing in front of a microphone, evidently expounding her theory on some weighty matter — we recognized in surprise our old friend Erna Laing. Then, as is the great advantage of crystal-gazing, we were able to jump to a district in South America where our eyes sought out a group of children. In the centre of the group stood a woman holding in one hand a large bottle, and in the other a spoon. Our attention was drawn to the woman and, of course, upon close inspection we recognized Jean McArthur. We were rather puzzled as to what Jean was doing — then we spied a plate on which was inscribed in bold letters, Dr. J. C. L. Mc- Arthur, Specialist in Children ' s Diseases. Peggy Keyes was our next discovery. We found her in front of an elaborate dressing table applying finishing touches to a striking costume. On her door we could read the inscription, Zara, Private. Thus we could see that Peggy still cherished memories of O. L. O, though she had won fame as a dancer. Another friend we found in an entirely different environment. She was in her garden busy with clippers and followed, whenever she took a few steps, by three children, the smallest of whom clung to her skirt. Grayce Hill it was who gazed so fondly down at the little group. We became so interested in finding out what our old friends were doing that we decided to locate the rest of our class and pay a visit to them personally. We were anxious to find out what had become of our class president, Helen Carscallen. After much inquiry, we were informed that Helen had won a prize given by the Kodak Company which entitled her to a trip around the world in search of a photograph to be called the acme of femininity. Next we visited Audrey McTavish, who had succeeded her father as sales manager of the General Motors in Oshawa, after her unusual ability in that line had been discovered.