Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Class ©ap Exercises; if? During the entire morning of Class Day the juniors could be seen picking daisies, making daisy chain or preparing a tea — all for the seniors, of course. In the afternoon | | the traditional daisy chain ceremony took place, while every junior groaned with 1 dismay to see the precious chain hacked up. Then athletic awards were presented and the school withdrew, while 3 tea was given to the seniors by the juniors, v ' hich proved to be much less formal and more homey than the usual luncheon. In the evening Lower School presented the delightful Birthday of the Infanta. The school then gathered around a bonfire while each senioi threw the subject which had been her pet aversion into the flames with a poem dedicated to its conflagration. The dramatic society then presented a melodrama. And what a melodrama! We shall never forget f booing the villain and cheering our brave hero and heroine — and the way they left their audience — gasping for breath we might say — from laughing. The highlights of the play, however, came when Smitty, in her most dramatic pose, v;as handed a copy of the play by Miss Hill, and when Yvonne crawled under the piano to get another copy. A few members of the faculty, notably Miss Goodfellow, Miss Holterman, Mrs. Levelton, Miss Acton and Miss Nixon, supplied some good old ' time music, and Miss Jaques rendered a most touching solo. Thus one of the happiest evenings of our school year closed. Senior Class ropljecp Well, here I am, bus driver, back in Whitby. Guess Fll get out at the four corners and take a look around. Say! Here comes a smart limousine, a blonde is getting out. Why! it ' s Betty Forman! Hi Betty! Hi Joan! ' I guess you and Jack are settled down in a snug little house of your own. Oh yes, but not so snug, you see we decided we ' d like something a little roomy, so Jack gave me Casa Loma for a birthday present. That ' s great, Betty, and how ' s Fran? Oh! she ' s in the Georgian Room along with Jean Pipher, cookin ' up little cakes. Look! Here ' s Betty Reid and Ev McNiven coming out of the Red Cap. Don ' t tell me they ' ve been there all this time! Have you heard from Norma Williams? The last time I heard she was riding her horse across Canada and Audrey Woollings would have been here only she ' s snow ' bound in a lumber camp up north. Someone said Vivian McConnell is lost in the south seas with Sterling Hayden. Pecky and Donna are the star trapeze artists at the C.N.E. this year. Peggy and Kay are poHshing oif the ice for a couple of hockey players. We can ' t imagine who they are. I was up at school a few days ago. This year they have a large commercial class, so Betty Hull and Betty Cameron and Dibby are back teaching commercial, and they told me Ruth James is with the Met. Opera company (moving pianos). Barb Stokes is teaching the La Conga on the liners from S. America. You ' d never recognize Willie now. She ' s found some new pills, with the result that she ' s ' fat lady ' at the circus. Bernie is still Lizzie Arden ' s best customer, with three permanents a week, but she believes in the old motto, try, try again. Vi and Barb TurviUe are hula hula dancers at the Cotton Club. Mary Liz is the home-loving type, that is, rocking the cradle, total capacity, five. Page Seventeen

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Senior Bmner After a week of planning, preparation and much hard work by every class with the exception of the seniors, we were at last ready for the Senior Dinner. The centre- piece of the senior table, attractively arranged by the juniors, represented a ship done in the senior colours, red, silver and blue. The favours were life boats and the place cards life savers, beside which was a coffee spoon in the traditional pine tree pattern, the gift of the juniors to the seniors. The dining room looked very attractive filled with girls with happy faces — with the exception of those who had speeches to make. After the toasts to the king, our country, alma mater, the faculty and staff, the gradu ' ating class, other classes, student organizations and the college press, the school formed a circle and sang Auld Lang Syne, the traditional closing for our senior duiner. tKljc aiumnac Cca This year the Alumnae entertained the graduating class at O.L.C. The seniors enjoyed a delightful program given by its members, after which a dainty tea was served. The graduating class had a chance to become acquainted with the Alumnae and ask about the activity and locality of the Chapters, and we appreciated this opportunity and the trouble the Alumnae went to in preparing an enjoyable afternoon. JSaccalaurcatc crbicr One of the most vivid pictures we hold in our hearts of Commencement Week has its origin on the last Sunday evening before we leave the school. In this picture we see the long line of students winding its way to church in honour of the seniors, the girls in cap and gown entering with bowed heads, the memorable sermon for them, and finally the walk home together with their entrance up Main Stairs singing Saviour, again to Thy dear Name we raise. — all this being part of a lovely tradition we hope will live on for those who follow. This year on Sunday, June 8th, one of the longest lines in the schooFs history made its way to Whitby United Church for this service. The Juniors traditionally decorated the church for the service and ushered the Seniors in. The sermon was preached by Dr. W. C. Lockhart of Sherbourne Street United Church, Toronto, and we will long remember the profound message he left with us. After this the Seniors entertained their friends in the Common Room and had the pleasure of meeting Dr. Lockhart and Mrs. Lockhart, whom they found to be even more charming than they anticipated. Senior Ircabfagt Z-2-2-Z How many bells have gone? Z ' Z ' Z-Z Oh my goodness — this is June 9th, and the day of our Senior break ' fast — Roommate ! Z ' Z ' Z ' Z Senior breakfast! Well why didn ' t you say so — Fm up. And so we set out — cofi ee, bacon, oranges, jam, bread, wood, rugs — and anything else we could carry — and tracked our way across the campus and down to the creek. Here we made two cosy fires and smoldered away the bacon and toast to our hearts ' content. The sun came up to greet us and many a camera clicked the happy groups sitting around the fires. OUie presented Miss Hill with a compact on behalf of the class, for her staunch support of our activities all year. After Peggy, Joan and Kay had cooked things up and everyone was in high spirits, we roamed around picking the buttercups and daisies ' till Barb and Ruth had a bouquet, and then started for home. We might mention we met some cows — as did the class of ' 40 — on the way home, but we won ' t mention we ran, will v;e? And ,so ended the beginning of a perfect day!

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' Who ' s that in the middle of the street? ' Why, it ' s Dottie Hawkins — direct ' ing traffic at the four corners. Charlotte is finally realising her ambition as hotel hostess at the Royal York. I heard from Thompy the other day, and she ' s decided she wanted a little city life and excitement so she packed off to New York. She ' s staying at the Waldorf ' Astoria. Gee! that ' s quite an expensive abode! Oh! yes, but she ' s chief cook and bottle washer — (mostly bottle washer). I saw some woman pitching hay the other day on a farm. I stopped to get the time and do you know it was Ollic Koleff! She was even standing pigeon-toed! She said Helen Yates was chief spider killer in Labatt ' s Brewery. She takes after her great grand ' pappy, you know. Louise has had a nervous breakdown from getting up too early to study for exams. And Joan, I hear you are just back from Miami, where you ' ve been teaching the tropical fish how to swim. That ' s right! Valcbictorp At this time, in many places on this continent, schools and universities are marking the close of the year and the completion of courses of study by ceremonies such as these tO ' day. In the midst of a world of disorder and distress, these accustomed observ ances are proceeding in order and peace. We think of this circumstance with pro ' found gratitude. Learning still keeps its place of quiet, though from its halls both young men and young women go out to take the part which learning has fitted them to take in the vast struggle which civilization is waging for survival. If we were to search for a symbol which might embody our hopes as we leave the safe serenity of school and its accustomed tasks, we would find it in the torch which is being flown from the Western coast of Canada to England ' s great Prime Minister, Winston Churchill. The torch, in many lands, and through many ages, has been the symbol of Learning, Enlightenment, Justice, Freedom and Victory. It is to be found on the keystone in the East Bay in the Hall of Honour in the Scottish War Memorial. It is characteristic of a torch in symbolic use that it is represented as being passed from hand to hand. It lights the path of him who carries it. It is timeless, it comes from strong and faithful hands in ancient days and it passes on to strong and faithful hands forever. These are the things which we would remember tO ' day in leaving our school. Some who once worked in these classrooms are now serving as nurses and ambulance drivers overseas. Some in their English homes are literally on the front line in the battle of Britain. When we began our course here three, four, five years ago a happy and joyous path seemed to lie beyond the gates of school. Now there lies a world so beset and threatened we search our minds for the steadfast purpose, the firm courage, and the clear vision of victorious endurance which will make us worthy to bear and to hand on these great things of which a torch is the symbol, and our school a teacher and guardian. Marian Thompson age Eighteen