Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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We found Willena Nicholson doing a good work in High Park School in Toronto, where she was helping a multitude of weak, undernourished children to become strong and healthy. Quite unexpectedly we came upon Helen Stout in a New Ford model. She hardly had time to talk to us, she breathlessly explained, she had an appointment with the president of Retail Groceries Association, who was considering taking large orders for the three new breakfast cereals just on the market — Pep, Push, and Personality — from the Kellogg Company, for which she was travelling. Marie Ward welcomed us to New Liskeard, where she was happily bringing up her two boys and vainly trying to discourage their growing interest in alarm clocks. Marie informed us that she had heard that Helen Hicks had undertaken to train Merlin junior to bring her her breakfast in bed each morning. Our travels took us across the border, where we located more of our classmates. Jean Meikle was teaching in the Twentieth Century Art School in New York. Nancy Howard, having acquired a taste for bookkeeping, was holding the responsible position of accountant to the minister of Finance in the White House. How glad I was that I had gone that day into the fortune teller ' s, for it had brought me much joy and happiness to renew my friendships! For sixty years our Alma Mater has been sending forth her daughters to take their places in the world. Sixty years in life is a long time, and many changes have taken place within these walls since O. L. C. was first established. There are bound to be changes in sixty years. We have been benefited by some of the mistakes of our predecessors, we have outgrown some of their ideas, but we cannot improve on their ideals. We are bound to those first graduates by the tradition of honour and fidelity which they have passed down through the years to us, and which have grown more beautiful with age and use. These are the things which will never change and will bind us alike to those who have gone before and those who are to come after. Our inheritance must be won by effort and cherished with devotion — and we hope that we have borne our- selves worthily in the eyes of those who have maintained these traditions in the past. This, then, is the inheritance we are leaving to you Juniors, who have been our true friends, and since we must pass it on, we are glad that you are the ones who are to receive it. Only those who have stood where we now stand can fully realize what graduation means to us. We are reluctant to leave, and yet we cannot help wondering what the future has in store for us. We should be able to face it fearlessly, for our Alma Mater has given us a firm foundation upon which to build. And we would thank our prin- cipal, Dr. Carscallen, our Honorary President, Miss Maxwell, the Faculty, especially our class teacher, and the other classes who have done so much to make this, our last year here, a happy one. We pause on the threshold and glance back into these dear old halls so full of memories and of hopes — but the last stage of our journey has come, and so Filled with sad and gay We pass unto the further day. Eileen Johnson