Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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again, Betty?) Somewhat of a mix ' up, we ' d say, however, perhaps. What? Archibald, the real one, is announced. Do you expect us to believe that Midge has three brothers all called Archibald? Yes — we thought so — Now sir, explain yourself — and you sir — (this can ' t be Isabel Campbell). Isabel at this point exhibits a fine bit of boxing for she starts at the imposters hand and fist. But all ' s well that ends well — for every thing is settled peaceably and life runs smoothly for those concerned. So comes to a close the Senior Stunt of ' 37. The Senior Song is heard for the first time, and Miss McNaught receives her bouquet of flowers. Refreshments are served in the common room by the Seniors. Senior iBreakfagt artp The sunny but dewy morn of June 7 found the Seniors of ' 37 gathered at the back of the College, ready to hike across the fields to the creek down the back lane. So off we went carrying baskets — of wood — of food (or should the food come first?) and feeling in the best of spirits. It took but a short time to start a blazing fire and an even shorter time for some one to suggest that breakfast should get under way. So the Household Science members of the party undertook to cook the bacon and eggs while the toast and bread was buttered and the coffee set to keep warm. The Seniors this year were glad to welcome to their morning party two of the girls ' mothers and hope they enjoyed the breakfast as much as the Seniors did. After the hearty helpings of scrambled eggs and bacon (the bacon wasn ' t scrambled of course), coffee and marmalade and toast, Betty presented Miss McNaught with a leather travelling clock (electric, too!) Miss McNaught was very pleased and we were pleased at her being pleased, and so, pleased as we all were — we made our way home again — and — shall we ever forget that breakfast party? baccalaureate iinbaj ' Sunday evening found twenty-two Seniors in caps and gowns, with rather solemn faces, proceeding to the Church for the Baccalaureate service. The Church was fairly well filled when we reached it and took our seats — decorated by the Juniors, with white flowers and cut off by white ribbon. The sermon was given by Dr. George Dickson and the girls were greatly impressed by his earnest and very human sermon. We returned home by the highway and entered Main hall between the lines of fellow students and visitors singing the school hymn. Refreshments were served in the Common room, the Seniors met Dr. Dickson and enjoyed a visit with their guests. Clasig ropf)pcp Time marches on! ! ! And after ten years I ' ve finally arrived at the Coronation, and I can see almost everybody through my own little periscope. There are thousands of people, surely I must know somebody here! ! Ah, there ' s someone coming toward me. — -Good Heavens — Count Ritzendon! ! Has she been in Europe Zelda Gurton beside- all these years? Communicating with Zelda, I hear that tAarj. Barron got her M.D. degree last week and is to be -married next week in the Little Bay Church in wh ' ch she is a faithful worker. After the wedding they will leave for the missionary fields in Africa. I- Page Eighteen

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€iaiii Bap Class Day, on Monday, was a lovely, sunny day beginning aright with the Seniors ' most enjoyable breakfast party. Class Day is always a full day and this year it ran true to form for Seniors — Juniors — everyone found occupations of some sort all morning. At 2 p.m., the Seniors gathered in Main hall. The daisy chain of white lilacs and bridal wreath showed to advantage on the dark gowns, the diligent work of the Junior class. When the Seniors reached the Concert hall their biographies were read, causing much laughter, and they then took their places on the platform. The Class prophecy — (who would ever have believed our Seniors would turn out like that!) was read and the Valedictory given. A new item was introduced when the graduating pins were given to the Seniors. Prior to this the pins had been presented to the class itself before Class Day. The programme of the afternoon closed with the school song. The bonfire in the evening was looked forward to with great enthusiasm but before the school gathered outside the elections of the Athletic, S.C.M., and Honour Club presidents were held. Dr. Carscallen showed some of the May day pictures in the basement after the elections and it was just dusk when, with blankets, cushions and of course, the Seniors ' poems, the school assembled around the bonfire. Geometery for the academic and Bookkeeping for the commercial students seemed to be the two subjects in the lime-light, or literally should we say, in the fire- light . At 10.30 p.m., the school went inside to bed carrying happy memories of Class Day. Senior flap Lights are once more dimmed in the Concert Hall and the curtains are drawn back on the Senior play. A brawny woodcutter (really our womanly Louise Marshall) swings his mighty axe with vigorous blows as a dainty princess (yes, that ' s Fran Todd) trips out to greet him — (literally, almost, for the space between stage trees is very small) . Our plot now proceeds with gusto as we find the love of these two young things is to thwarted by scheming Momma and Poppa. Three Princes, the first of whom is the Red Prince (but don ' t let that disguise fool you — yes, it is, Elizabeth Correll) the second is the Blue Prince (would you believe it — Pop Danby!) and lastly, the Yellow (this can ' t be Betty Stephens!) All three seek to win our fair princess, but ah — woodcutter has an idea — (so has the Queen, What? Not Marcia Scoon?) These mysterious plans are developing with rapidity — which is the kindest of heart, for he shall marry the Princess? Ah, but woodcutter has fixed it so no one can decide — the queen is overcome by a surfeit of bread — for she, as a beggarwoman, seeks to test each prince, and all comply with a crust of bread — er — given by the woodcutter! The King (really now! Elaine Grandy) rushes to Marty ' s aid and our hero saves the day — goes to court — and — yes, marries the princess! But wait — this is not all. There is yet to come — Archibald. Again the curtains are drawn back and a hush falls. Yes, there is Elinore Bailes, Jean Taylor, Betty Becker, Marj. Barron, and who? of course, Polly Pollard. Why, they are students in a girls ' boarding school. No — no — now you ' re mistaken about that one — Bern Hen- derson? Go on — what? Why so it is! Midge (E.B.) continues to boast about brother Archibald, does she? But, oh — oh — telegram saying Archie is arriving — 5 p.m. What a mess! Marj., be a pal and help Midge out — dress up as Archie, for he ' s not all he ' s supposed to be. Well, all right, but, mind, if — what! Who do we see under yon table? Eavesdropping, eh? Not — not — yes — Els-e Lebovitz. Elsie, is that nice? Well, says she, We ' ll fix that. The scene now changes. It is 5 p.m. Archibald (Marj.) IS announced by Felicite (where did the French accent come from, Betty Doe ' ) All goes well, 5 minutes later— Archibald (Elsie) is announced by Felicite. (Not Pafie Seventeen

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She also tells me that Fran Todd holds down a position as a lively professor at the University of Tedious Toil for Talented Tongue Twisters. Yesterday she was at the Palace and saw Elsie Lehovitz as a royal mannequin displaying her robes and finery before the Queen. Through my periscope I see Kay Campbell has combined her athletic ability with her liking for photography as she is up in a tree in Hyde Park getting pictures of the procession for Fox Movietone News. She informs me that her sister, Isabel, has forsaken dietetics in favour of a more homelike atmosphere, making a good cook for her better half, and her son is named Archibald, due to O.L.C. memories. And Elizabeth Correll is in the International Tennis Tournament, which we knew. For her pastime she is bookkeeper in a law office in Whitby. Mildred Garrard is teaching dancing in her own comfortable studio in New York. Mama Scoon is Canadian Speed Champion for Accuracy in Typing. In her spare time she is Secretary to the Governor General of Canada. Guess who just bumped into me from behind? It was Betty Doe who has given up her position as accompanist to ]ean MacKenzie to cross the high seas to show us that she really can get the High Cs in Merrrry, Merrrry England. She was full of information concerning old O.L.C. girls .... Elaine Grandy is getting on famously with Dorothy Dixon as her manager on Broadway. She is continuing her studies of the correct pronunciation of the Cockney dialect. Betty Bec er intended to come over for the Coronation but she was sHghtly late and missed her boat. She decided that this wasn ' t the Coronation she wanted to see anyway . . . We hope, however, that she will attend the next one. Jean MacKenzie and Elmore Sy es are singing at the Metropolitan and are so much in demand that they just couldn ' t get away for the Coronation. Thelma Gould ' s commercial work has filled her time for a while but now Thelma is trying to figure out why her little boy wants to go East when the famous poet said, Go West, young man. That is all about the Coronation but there are still some missing in our class. Roaming through the Art Gallery one afternoon I saw many of Pop Danhy ' s famous paintings, and, strange to say, all were of horses. Looking around to note the varying expressions of people studying her paintings, I saw no less a person than Pop herself. Of course, being still interested in my O.L.C. quest, I plied Pop with questions and she popped back the answers nobly. Poily is teaching music — in Michigan, while her fiance is learning the details of engineering through practical experience. Elinore Bailes is happily married. Her little girl with long beautiful blonde curls is very musical but can ' t understand why her mother is always too busy to help her with her geometry. Who would have thought that Betty Stephens would ever end up in the Whitby hospital after taking a course in Psychology at U. of T.? ? Jean Taylor has a ranch near Edmonton, Louise being her best cowboy when she isn ' t playing badminton. Jean does her own bookkeeping and from month to month finds whether she is going to sell horses or buy them, according to the trial balance. I see a miniature TUCK SHOP in the offing, and being always willing and even anxious to help the small shop owner, methmks I shall extend to it my patronage. I ' m glad to have been able to find out so much about the members of the Senior Class of ' 37. Class Prophets: Bernadette Henderson, Jean Taylor.