Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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baccalaureate § erbtce This service is one of the most impressive ceremonies of Commencement Week. This year on Sunday evening, June ninth, the Senior Class in caps and gowns, followed the rest of the school into the United Church, which was beautifully decorated with white rihhon and lilacs. The Junior President, Betty Hazelton, cut the ribbons to allow the Seniors to enter the pews. Rev. Willard E. Brewing, B.D., D.D., brought us a message that was inspiring to every Senior, as well as the other members of the School. On returning to the College the traditional hymn, Saviour, Again to Thy Dear Name We Raise was sung as the Graduating Class proceeded up Main Hall. At the conclusion of this a reception was held in the Common Room where the Seniors and their guests met Dr. and Mrs. Brewing. Mentor breakfast -part? The day finally dawned, not very brightly because it was raining, but not enough to dampen our ardour, even if it did dampen our clothes a little. At seven-thirty all the Seniors, ready for anything, met at the side door and proceeded to the back lane. Due to the rain the fire was unwilling to go, but under Keene ' s guiding hand was soon blazing merrily, whereupon everybody armed with a long stick, pieces of bread and bacon attended to the needs of their inner man. We almost had hamburgers too, as the cows came sauntering past, but Billie and Quancy were as scared of them as they were of us, so discouraged any designs we might have had. Bea Bullen presented Miss Taylor with The Flowering Earth (a book) on behalf of the Class, then we set out for home in high spirits. Clafitf Bap €xerctfi!es! This was a busy day for the Juniors as well as the Seniors. In the morning, the former made the daisy chain (with some real daisies in it!) At noon the Seniors were entertained at lunch in the household science room, by the Juniors, which we all enjoyed very much. In the afternoon at three o ' clock, the traditional daisy chain ceremony took place in the Concert Hall. The Seniors entered with the Chain on their shoulders, and as each girl ' s biography was read, she took her place on the stage. This was followed by the presentation of the Senior pins, the Class Prophecy, and the Valedictory. In the evening the traditional bonfire was held into which each Senior threw the subject which had been her pet aversion during the year. This was followed by the presentation of two plays: Winsome Winnie, a melodrama, in which everyone hissed at the villain, cheered the hero, etc., and The Singing Soul, a Chinese tragedy. Both these productions were under the able direction of Miss Hill and were excellently presented by the casts.

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S entor Class (Officers Honourary President ■ ■ Miss Maxwell Class Teacher - - - Miss Taylor President ' ' - Beatrice Bullen Vice-President ' - Janet Montgomery-Moore Secretary-Treasurer - - Marjorie Snelgrove tKfje Mentor ©ance At last the night (which some of us had been looking forward to for four years) arrived. The Seniors, most of whom a short time before had been liberally bespeckled with paint, having gotten almost as much on themselves as on the murals, but now all looking their best, led their partners to the gym, which had been completely transformed for the occasion. We found ourselves standing on the verandah of a Venetian palace, overlooking the canals on which gondolas were floating in the moonlight. We owed this to Ruth Keene, who designed and, for the most part, painted the murals. The four-piece orchestra did nobly until the arrival of reinforcements a short time after- wards but everyone enjoyed the music anyway. Too soon the hour of departure came and we seniors all hobbled off to bed, dreading 7.30 when we had to rise and put our noses to the grindstone on account of approaching exams! ®be Mentor Binner Everyone had worked hard all week but the Seniors, with the exception, of course, of those who had speeches to struggle through. The event was the Senior Dinner on the night of April fifth. As the graduating class entered the dining room, they were pleasantly surprised (for not one of us knew a thing about it) to see the most attractive and original decorations on the Senior table. The placecards depicted the Juniors 1 conception of what the ultimate fate of each Senior would be, and how true some of them were! The flowers and tapers were yellow, green, and mauve, the Class colours. In front of each place was a coffee spoon, the traditional gift of the Juniors to the Seniors. After a sumptuous repast, thanks to Miss Crosthwaite and her staff, Dr. Carscallen, the toastmaster, rose and proposed a toast to the King. This was followed by toasts to Our Country, Alma Mater, the Faculty, the Senior Class, the Other Classes, Student Organizations and the College Press. {Ef)e Pernor tunt The Senior Class production this year was called The. French Maid and the Phonograph with Mary Lou playing the title role (the French Maid!) She was supported by Billie who was just another of those pesky kid-sisters who are the bane of their elders ' existence, in this case J. C. Renwick and Quancy. Who will ever forget Keene as Madame Renard? or Dickie with her chafing dish? and did we think Janet could look so studious! and Sheila so much like a real Parisian? Although time for practicing was scarce, everyone rose to the occasion and ad libbed where their memories failed them, and so made the play a howling success (even if we do say it ourselves!) Ef)e glumnae tCea The Castle Chapter entertained the Senior Class at their annual tea at the home of Mrs. Leo Gray, Simcoe Street, Oshawa, on May 27. We met our friends of the Alumnae in the garden and chatted with them until tea was served. We wish to thank these ladies for being so kind as to entertain us. Page Fourteen

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Mentor € a Proptjccp Billy Bullen, the now famous movie actress from Hollywood, and I were strolling along Yonge Street the other day when we saw Jane Carol Renwick. J.C. has gone in for organ very seriously lately and is now playing a hurdy-gurdy in front of Simpson ' s. She says that business is good. Bea Bullen came by while we were there. She was assisting her husband who was demonstrating the new crutches Bea invented. Bea was in a hurry as Annabelle McKay was in her charge and was in dire straits after trying a new diet. There was a large sign posted in one of Simpson ' s windows announcing the heavyweight boxing championship fight between Ruth Keene and Grace Fawcett who takes down her own newspaper interviews between rounds. We were amazed to see Ro Barron coming down the street on her Moose Jaw cayuse with her typewriter banging along behind. Kay Siegner came by on her way to the station. She was leaving for Ottawa as the Whitby M.P. Kay started to argue with us but just then Val Farewell, now a history professor at Varsity, going down the street with her nose in a book, noticed us and was bound to get into the argument. She decided Kay should take a few courses in History from her, so as to know what she was talking about. We left them to argue as Janet Moore came stumbling over her accent, looking for another white collar job and private office as the Bank in Bermuda had closed. Janet said Marj. Snelgrove had been in Bermuda on her way to England with her husband, Lord Worthnothin. His Lordship met Marj. in the Hot Tootsies Club where Marj. was the chief hotcha number. We couldn ' t stand J.C. ' s playing any longer so throwing in a dime, we said good-bye and moved on. But just before we left she told us that Sheila Mackenzie was married to a French count and was supporting the family with her winning ways in Opera. Marj. McRae went whizzing by driving a truck and trailer piled high with logs, and told us that high boots, breeches, plaid shirts and green tuques are tops in Whitney fashions. Just as we were going into the parking lot for our car, we noticed a young man with a beaming face sitting in a baby Austin. As we passed him, who should come up but Eleanor Quance laden with tiny parcels. She spoke excitedly and opened one parcel, proudly displaying a pair of baby bootees. Billy bought a paper and there was Audrey Hodgkinson ' s name in headlines. It seems that in between typing strokes she put in a few tennis strokes and is champ at Wimbledon. In the same paper, was a big writeup of Ethel Weber ' s wedding. It certainly pays to take Commercial! Then we drove out to Billy ' s place, and there was Eleanor Dick still trying to get a job. After saying good-bye to Bill and Dicky, I went to the station, and there were Betty Hungerford and her husband boarding the train to start their little gray home in the West, while I went back to Cranbrook to resume my lectures on How to Lose Ten Pounds in Ten Days.