Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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Valcbictorp In closing a recent address to the undergraduates of Oxford University, about to go into uniform, Lord Halifax said: In front of the Viceroy ' s House in New Delhi stands a column, on which are inscribed the words: — In Thought Faith In Word Wisdom In Deed Courage In Life Service So May India Be Great. No one of us said Lord Halifax, could offer for our country or our Common- wealth any better prayer today. To us, the members of the Senior Class, who are leaving our Alma Mater, these words are an epitome of her constant teaching. It is a heartening thing that the Commonwealth of Nations, of which we are a part, offers us, through the speech of a great public servant, the same counsel, and that we go out to meet the same high purposes inspiring, for the most part, those peoples that constitute the Empire. But wider than the Empire is humanity. It is our belief that this prayer is not for India, merely, or for the Empire, but is the hope of humanity itself and the individuals who comprise it. Forever, the world turns to its youth, both for the maintenance of an idea or for its adoption and development, and we may perhaps be forgiven if we feel that at this moment, as at every crisis in human affairs in time and place, our hopes and our resolves are of first importance. We do not imagine for a moment that this noble inscription is completely novel in its spirit and intent, but we do see the maintenance of this idea threatened in the world about us, even definitely repudiated and derided in the training of the young by those nations in which force and domination are held up as the worthiest purpose to be sought. It is therefore our obligation to embrace the ideal embodied in this inscription with deeper fervor and devotion, and in saying farewell to our College, to determine in humility and faith that in this spirit we will live, and in this spirit we will work for a world wiser, freer, and more liberal. 4 m Page Seventeen