Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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Among the events of consequence this year is the retirement of Mr. Baldwin. Through a long Hfe, characterized like all human lives by some mistakes and blunders, he has yet come to stand, to a great many people, as the embodiment of a certain honest and homely wisdom, expressed without adornment, yet with a telling force. When we come to the big things, he said, we do not need rhetoric, and so when I come to bid farewell, on behalf of my class, to this school endeared to us by a thousand associations, I can only speak simply and briefly. When Mr. Baldwin thought of England, the country came to him through his senses, through the ear, through the eye, and through certain imperishable perfumes. I think that is true also of us; when in our absence we think of the College, the perfume of the lilacs and blossoming orchards, the memory of the old towers in the sunshine, and the sound of the meadow lark in the fields of early spring are inseparable from our recollections and these things constitute a great part of our inheritance from the school. We enter into our school year like the buds on the trees approaching the fall and winter. Like them we enter upon this new life with precaution, and wrap a protecting cloak about ourselves. As new girls we timidly follow the example of the girls who best know the routine of the school; but no matter how earnestly we strive to do everything correctly we are always making mistakes and it takes but one glance from an old girl to make us aware of the fact. However, that first attitude of reserve is soon broken, and new friendships arise among the old girls and the new so that in a very short time we feel ourselves to be part of the school. When spring comes, like the buds which blossom forth with new strength and beauty, we have so strengthened our friendships that a new air of good- will and understanding has been established. Also after a year of hard study, of discouragements, and successes, we have acquired a new atmosphere of self-assurance and self-expression which has added strength and power to our character. Wisely too, in after life, we should remember how the buds approach the bleak and hard months; for although at the close of our year we experience only the fruits of a successful and happy year and retain only the beautiful memories of school-life, such as the colourful trees in fall, the evergreens laden with snow in winter, the odour of lilacs in spring, and the singing of many birds from early in the morning until dusk, nevertheless we must remember that there will be difficult barriers to over- come in the future and we must prepare ourselves for them and be cautious in our attempts. Our successes in future life will depend entirely on ourselves. There will be no teachers to help us with our difficulties and no school to protect us and show us only the lovely side of life; therefore it is what we have learned in our years at school that will benefit us in our professions later on. These impressions of beauty form the background of all the friendships we have made here and all the happy and memorable days we have spent under the kind guidance of our Principal and our teachers to whom we now bid farewell, and set forth upon our journey, carrying with us some of the wisdom which they have taught us and with which our future will be enriched. On behalf of my class I should like to make acknowledgment of our indebtedness to Miss Maxwell, our Honorary President, and to Miss McNaught, our class teacher, for their unremitting kindness in our many difficulties, and to express to the Junior Class our appreciation of their constant support and thoughtfulness in all our associations. To them and to the other classes, we extend our warmest wishes for next year. Once again, we turn back to Mr. Baldwin. England, he says, teaches her people three things. These our College home teaches us also, and we take them with us — Love of justice, love of truth, an d humanity.