Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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tea was being served, some of the girls played on the piano and Barbara Jones sang. We all enjoyed ourselves very much, and appreciate the trouble the Alumnae took to entertain us. The most solemn and perhaps the most stirring of the Commencement Exercises is the Baccalaureate service, which took place on Sunday evening, June fourth. After the rest of the school arrived at the United Church, the Senior Class in caps and gowns came slowly in. Bea Bullen , Junior Class president, cut the white satin ribbons on the pews. The Very Reverend Peter Bryce, D.D., was the special speaker, and his talk to us will be most helpful always. When the Seniors returned to the school, the other students, the teachers and friends were lined up in Main Hall and they sang Saviour again to Thy dear name we raise while the Seniors went up the stairs. Afterward refreshments were served in the Common Room for the Seniors and their friends, and they were introduced to Dr. Bryce, whom they found to be even nicer than they had anticipated. At seven ' thirty sharp on the undecided morning of June fifth, the Seniors picked their way through the wet grass to the back lane for their breakfast picnic. In spite of the dampness, Dodie Leggett, with the help of Miss Taylor, coaxed the blue smoke of the fire into a crackling flame. While this was going on, the lazier ones sat and ate oranges. The motto of that picnic was really every man for himself though, since each one wanted her bacon cooked differently. After gorging on toast, bacon and coffee and toast, bacon and coffee the Class president, Mary-Liz Aitken, presented to Miss Taylor a lovely tooled leather photograph album, the gift of the Seniors. The fire, which we had so much trouble lighting, was much harder to put out, but Miss Taylor distinguished herself by extinguishing it and we returned home in fine fettle. After the Seniors returned from their breakfast picnic, the morning passed very quietly, except for the Juniors, who were busy making the daisy chain. At luncheon the Seniors were entertained by the Juniors in the Household Science Room and had an enjoyable time. Shortly after the luncheon was over, the Class Day exercises began. The Seniors, joined by the daisy chain, and led by Miss Taylor, came slowly into the concert hall. After each Senior ' s biography was read, the daisy chain was cut, so that she was free to take her place on the platform. After the reading of the Class Prophecy and the Valedictory, the Seniors went out in procession, followed by the whole school, and proceeded to the north-west orchard, which was formally opened after the planting of some forty trees presented by the Juniors of ' 38. The procession wound in sunshine and shadow through the grassy aisles, and we are delighted to know that Dr. Carscallen took a moving picture of the occasion. At night, the usual bonfire was built, and each Senior threw into it the subject which was the bane of her existence and read a little poem as she did so. After the bonfire everyone moved en masse to the flood light where the first form Art students gave an excerpt from Much Ado about Nothing. The costumes were all designed and made by first form and they were really beautiful. The setting and lighting were so beautiful, and the girls ' acting showed so much appreciation and spirit, I think the play gave us a better understanding of Shakespeare than we had ever had before. baccalaureate H erbtce Pernor Jgreafefatft Partp Claw Bap Cxerctees Page Sixteen

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Senior Class Officers! Honorary President Class Teacher President (Until May) Marjorie Thal (From May on) Mary-Elisabeth Aitken (Until Easter) Jean Gordon Geraldine Muter Miss Maxwell Miss Taylor Vice-President Secretary-Treasurer QTtje Senior ©ance After long hours of waiting and preparation, the night of the Senior Dance finally came. We Seniors who have seen the Senior dance other years, appreciated it to the full this year I think, because for the first time we were dancing instead of looking on. Among the factors upon which the dance depended, and which added to its success were the decorations, which were nicer than usual. Our thanks to Miss Jaques and the Art students for that. The gym. was transformed into a romantically dim, moonlit garden, and the garden motif was even carried out in the ice cream, which was in the shape of pink roses. Unfortunately the roses were a little, shall we say, - — hard to disintegrate! However, that only added to the merriment. Too soon the hour of departure came, and we hade our partners good night. Of course we were careful not to pursue them too far toward the door. This year on Friday, March twenty-fourth, the Senior Class presented Sis Perkins with Ruth Williams playing the title role. The plot concerns another country girl who makes good, but how she does it is by no means dull. Quite the opposite. Will you ever forget Anne Griffith as Count Gaston de Long? or Helen Haggan as Baldwin Chandler? These characters and the many humorous incidents in the play make it unforgettable, especially to those taking part, judging from the loud laughter resounding from the practices held in the Reception Room. Although they had little time for practising, the play was a great success. The new stage set made by the Art students and designed by Ruth Williams, reminded us all of some New York penthouse, and added a great deal of atmosphere to the play. The speeches were prepared, the tables decorated in the candle-lit dining room. It was the night of April twenty-first, the night of the Senior dinner of O.L.C., the event which marks the beginning of the end of our school year. The tables were all beautifully decorated, but the Senior table looked especially attractive. In the middle of the table stood a sweet girl graduate which we found out later was Lita ' s doll dressed up in a cap and gown with a bouquet of roses and a diploma in her arms. The girl graduate was surrounded by red tulips and there were bouquets of red tulips at either end of the long table. At each Senior ' s place was a silver coffee spoon, in the traditional pine tree pattern, the gift of the Juniors, and the place cards were little mortar boards. All these things carried out the Senior Class Colours — red, green and silver. After a delicious dinner, not fully enjoyed perhaps by those making speeches, the Toastmaster, Dr. Carscallen, proposed the toast to the King. After this followed the toasts to Our Country, Alma Mater, The Faculty, the Senior Class, the Other Classes, Student Organizations and the College Press. ©be gllumnae ©ea On Monday, May eighth, the Seniors and the Faculty were entertained at the home of Mrs. R. G. Grohb, of Whitby, by the Castle Chapter of the Alumnae. While Efje Mentor tunt (Efje Senior Bfnner

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pernor Claw $ropljecp, 1939 We went to the Great World ' s Fair And guess whom we saw there! O.L.C. Grads of ' 39, Each in her own peculiar line, And strange to say they were doing fine At the Vancouver Fair. The Gates opened — the crowd rushed in, and carried along in the current we found ourselves in the manufacturers ' building and were immediately attracted to the Remmingwood display. Imagine our surprise when we noticed Marian McColl at a demonstration typewriter, her fingers deftly zipping over the keys. We waited till she paused for a rest and then dashed over to speak to her. She informed us that Grace Hemphill was trying out just one more commercial course, and in New York this time. After a little chat we left for the Fine Arts Building, and on the way there ran into Gwen and her husband with the most adorable triplets, all of them with red hair. We wandered through the Arts Building and noticed in the painting display a couple of first prize paintings which immediately caught our eye. On examining them more closely we noticed that the names at the bottom looked rather familiar. They were none other than Ruth Thomson and Anne Griffith. We certainly wished we could have seen them to congratulate them on their fine work. As we stepped outside the building Marg. Senior was just entering and we stopped for a chat. She told us that she was a Maths Professor, teaching at a University in Rome, and that she was just over for the summer. She also had news of another class- mate, Marg. Mackey, who was on a tour with Paul Whiteman and his orchestra as his leading lady of song and dance. Marg. hurried on then, so we continued on our way towards the Pure Food Show. Suddenly Barb gave me a nudge and I looked through the crowd toward a smart looking couple walking arm in arm a short distance away from us. They were none other than Helen Hagerman and Clarence. We would have liked to stop but the crowd carried us on. Once inside the Pure Food Building we were drawn toward a gathering of people who were watching a gorgeous looking girl demonstrate how to make the new baking powder biscuits using no baking powder. We both stared for a minute, then looked at each other in astonishment. This little beauty of the bakery was none other than Jean McMullen. We tried to get closer to speak to her but could not push through the crowd and so went on. Our wandering took us past an ice cream booth and whom should we see standing there but Grace Dibben and Charlie with Helen Haggan and a certain friend ' s brother. Apparently they had had a double wedding the spring after Commencement and Grace and her husband, who are living in Toronto, had come to stay with Helen while the fair was on. They told us that they had just received a letter from Kay Jewett, who was spending her honeymoon with her millionaire husband at Windermere House. She also said in her letter that Mary-Liz Aitken had just sailed to France, where she was to be married to a French Count. My, my, how we all do scatter! We did not get any further than a couple of steps when we ran into Doris Little, now married with little Doris at her side. We were very much interested to hear from her that she was at a musical festival where Marg. Houston had carried off just one other medal for singing. Marg. had apparently heard from Joyce Taplin, who is now singing at the Metropolitan in New York. Doris was claimed by her admiring husband so we moved off toward the Coliseum and admired the poultry, especially the prize bantam roosters proudly exhibited by Eva Sutcliffe, who makes a delightful farmerette and gave us a startling hit of information when she told us that is Paije Seventeen