Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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as anybody if a sleigh-ride were being planned. Perhaps he felt at these times more completely one with the group than on any other occasion as he sat up near the driver with the students huddled about him, an arm about his shoulders, a com- panionable word of praise or endearment in his ears. It was on the return from one of these rides that he suffered the most serious injury of his life. The snow being deeper on the back road, the sleigh turned in there to the College and Tralfy jumped off as usual in joyful haste. In his excitement he failed to see a delivery truck approaching and was struck down. At first his recovery was doubtful, and when he began to mend, the process was slow. A comfortable place was made for him in the basement and I am sure I was but one of many who visited him daily. One day he was gone and I went to ask Jack Cormack about him, fearing, as I went, that he was gone indeed. O , said Jack, he ' s up and around. I smiled in relief, amusement and comprehension. Up and around! as if he were a person, just what I should have said myself. I think autumn was his favourite season; after the comparative solitude of the summer, there came the return of old friends and the pleasure of many new ones. To see him lying in front of the Cottage door before breakfast on a fine autumn morning, gazing with a happy serenity at the domain which he loved with the responsible pride of possession, one felt sure he was reviewing the pleasurable plans for the day. First the morning walk, then perhaps the delightful task of supervising the raking of the leaves, next a cosy visit to the kitchen with the bubbling sound and pleasing aroma of cooking and a morsel for himself, soon the eleven o ' clock signal which meant bread and butter with the Faculty and Staff, following this a casual visit to the English class in the concert hall and a ramble over town on his own affairs. Until late middle age this usually included a fight with one of his own kind, an agreeable excitement in the calm routine of his days. But the years were taking their toll. Last Easter he saw his friends off for their holidays and when they returned he was not there. Even amid the multiple anxieties of our time — the loss of human life in conflict, the suffering from want and other woes that follow in the wake of a world war, friends of Traffy from many lands and for many years find the time to dwell with sorrow upon the loss of a companion whose silent heart beat for us with warm devotion. A. A. Maxwell. Page Nine

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Presented most affectionately by the Graduating Class of ' ' 25 to their Alma Mater Dear old Trafalgar Hear thou our hymn of praise. Hearts full of love we raise Proudly to thee. Thy splendour never falls Truth dwells within thy walls, Thy beauty still enthralls, bear O ' . L. C. Through thee we honour Truth, virtue, loveliness. Thy friendships e ' er possess Our constancy. Thy spirit fills us through So ivell he ever true To our dear Blue and, Blue Of O. L. C. O! Alma Mater! How can we from thee part Thou only hast our heart, Dearest of schools! Thy glory we shall see V herever we may he, Still love of O. L. C. Our future rules.