Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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Berenice Gordon had just married the fabulously wealthy Rajah of Newah, and will probably spend the rest of her life travelling. We then moved on to the cattle section, where Helen Whytock ' s prize bull had just won another first. Helen told us that Joyce Smith had moved again and was up north this time, teaching shorthand to the Eskimo. We met Gerry Muter for dinner and went on to the Horse Show, where we applauded to our hearts ' content when Dorothy Serviss carried off the cup for the Champion Ladies ' Hunter. We got together after the show and had to listen to a lot of raving from Gerry on the ideal husband. Dorothy told us that Ruth Williams was now Mrs. Jay Shyler, living in Painted Post, Missouri; also that Madeleine Tye had an Art studio in Athens teaching the fine Arts to the Greeks. And so ended a perfect day and back to work for us — Barbara back to her teaching out west and myself to my reporter ' s office to write up the news of the day for Winchell ' s column. alebutorp This year has been an anxious and troubled one in the world ' s history, and the future is yet heavily shadowed. Although, through a tremendous will for peace, the crisis of last Autumn was safely passed, time has proved that those argreements, though satisfactory then, really achieved nothing. The problem of the future peace of the world is yet unsolved. Older people, our mothers, fathers and teachers, in considering Youth ' s part in the world to-day, fall into two groups. The first appeal to Youth, urging us to be wise and courageous, that we may be fit to take up our responsibilities. The second group lament the chaos of the world, and pity the young people who must deal with the outcome of their mistakes. It would be strange, if, in a valediction to school life, a young speaker could say any profound or illuminating thing. This I cannot hope to do, but perhaps those older and wiser will listen patiently to a voice which, in bidding farewell to class ' mates and to a beloved school, strives to express a hope for an ultimate good emerging from the present struggle. Twenty-five years ago that gentle and fearless woman, Edith Cavell, about to face a cruel and ruthless death, said Patriotism is not enough. Let us consider this utterance for a moment, that we may understand its full signifiance. She did not mean that patriotism, a noble thing in itself, should be discarded. She meant that if nations are ever to live side by side in peace and harmony, something more than patriotism is needed. We must overcome our prejudices of race, creed and class, and adopt that wider view of patriotism, the essence of which no other single word but humanity can contain. To us who are young, and whose lives must be shaped and directed by some clear aim, here is, perhaps, the illuminating word. Humanity is the only concept of civilization large enough to preserve civilization. And so, in farewell to those with whom we have lived, worked and played, who with ourselves go forth to deal with a future tremendous in its possibilities, we would say humbly and sincerely that we shall strive for an understanding of patriotism that shall transcend national boundaries; for an appreciation of the contributions of peoples, different from ourselves; for a sense of justice, tolerance, and generosity in creed, class and race. And if this ideal should seem remote and visionary, we need only turn to history for evidence that Where there is no vision, the people perish, and that it is ever by vision that a people is exalted. — Ruth Williams Page Eighteen