Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

Page 27 text:

which they have so wilh ' ngly given us. We may not have shown how grateful we were at the time, but growing up is a strenuous experience, and because of their aid, after the initial shock of finding ourselves, we began to make forward progress. After a couple of months at school, it dawns upon us that life is just a bank. You can never take anything out of it until you deposit something there. Until you give friendship, you can never hope to have friends; until you help someone else, you can never expect to receive help; until you give of your time, your energy, your talent, for everyone has some, you will never find yourself anything but an, onlooker. The bank of hfe is like any other bank, for what you deposit to your account is often returned to you with interest. Your talents multiply, and soon you are ama2,ed at the fortune you have accumulated. And that brings me to another lesson learned early in boarding school life. Every one in this world has some talent, and each person has a special corner of life which they themselves and only they can fill. In looking over the faces of this school, I cannot imagine it lacking one of them. If one of the girls or teachers or anyone concerned in its life should leave, there would be an empty space. No doubt someone else would, come to make up the number, but they would find their own corner and we would always miss the one who left. No one on this earth is put here without a purpose, and it is up to us to fulfill that to the best of our ability. But we who are about to step out into the world of grown-ups find ourselves looking back to this school with longing. It is familiar, it is dear, and we will miss it greatly. Nov; it means more to us than it did a year ago, next year it will mean even more than it does now. For of all the graduation gifts we have received, our school has given us the most priceless ones, gifts that will last through all the years to come: Our friends, and what is rarer than a true friend; ability to live in ' harmony with others, which will stand us in good stead in this shrinking world; and a sound education, the foundation upon which we will build our future life . . . these are our gifts. So to you our Alma Mater, we say Farewell and in so saying, leave a tiny piece of our heart forever here. Ybu are our school, we will never forget you. Page Twenty-three

Page 26 text:

riot, because their views were slightly prejudiced in favour of men. Miss Grace Hurton and Miss Gwen Bond leaped up now and loudly advocated equality of the sexes, and had to be removed forcibly by the police squadron, nattily attired in new uniforms, and headed by Captain Daughcrty. This caused two weaker members, Misses Joan Watt and Gloria Ross, to swoon away from excitement. They had to be revived by the efficient Dr. Kergin. Miss Ann Quinn took the floor and, supported by Miss Beverly Butler, both noted in the field of mathematical sciences, claimed that a concentrated course in math would crush any spirit of rebellion. This was agreed to by educationist Beverly Sheppard, who said early education to his lowly state would suljjugate man. Miss Anne Ward, noted dramatist, said that nothing other than a strong dose of Shakespeare before every meal would show the men their proper places. Many derisive cries from the more uneducated members greeted this statement. Miss Barbara Creeper now moved that, since she could see no progress in the ideas, the meeting be adjourned for refreshments. Miss Jean Jeffrey seconded the motion most heartily, saying she was hungry. The conference ended with the serving of refreshments by Mr. Peirce and Mr. Sills, husbands of those two world-famous dietitions. VALEDICTORY Anne Ward We, the Graduating Class, are bidding a sad farewell to our Alma Mater. We are looking at our surroundings with new eyes — our rooms, the halls, the rest of the girls, they ' re all doubly dear to us these days. For a week now, each time we did one of the routine things we had been doing every day we had been at O. L. C, we caught ourselves saying This ia the last time. The last time . . . sad words, yet somewhat exciting. For since it is the last time, the last time we go to prayers, the last time we dash out for morning walk, the last time we tear down the stairs for breakfast, tying our tunics as we go, since it is the last time, we are really and truly graduating. To me it is a most significant thing that the Graduation Exercises in any school are called Commencement , for Graduation is really the end of your school life, and Commencement means beginning. But when one stops to think about it Com- mencement is a very fitting word. For now we are standing on the threshold of life itself and our school has been only the training period, the discipline to prepare us for responsibilities we must bear as world citizens. The lessons were sometimes hard, and often the pupils were unwilling to learn, for the thing you find out the fastest in ai boarding school is the hardest lesson in the world to accept. You learn the truth about yourself. The complete truth is rarely pleasant, and I think it is a tribute to our Principal and the Dean that the girls who are leaving this school feel their personality has been greatly enriched by their stay here. Dr. Carscallen, always kind and patient, and never too busy to listen to our tales of woe, he will get his reward in heaven, for I ' m afraid he must usually feel quite unrewarded. Our Dean, praises be to the kind gods which gifted her with a sense of humour, has been our trouble-smoother ever since we came to O.L.C. and we do appreciate it. We hope our memory among the faculty and staff will mellow with the years, and we may be able in some part to return to them the time and help Page Twenty-two

Page 28 text:

Page Twenty-four AROUND O.L.C.