Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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BEVERLEY TUBMAN, 1946 — 1949 Farewell House Tubby — a capital girl from the Capital City, not to mention the Capitol Theatre. Stu sent her back with three sparklers. There is only one destination for her — housewife. Favourite Saying — Who cares! Pet Aversion — Five o ' clock risers. VALEDICTORY We are leaving! It won ' t be easy to walk down these steps and away from our friends, our school — and a home. Did all the others feel this way, those names and faces in old year books, those initials on the desks, those others who from year to year have shaped the spirit and the soul of our school, and in so doing have gained themselves both in knowledge and in friendship? On our seventy-fifth anniversary we look back and wonder about our predecessors. Who sat in our seat in study hall? Who roomed in our room, and the one across the hall? Who first called push push? Sometimes we meet an old girl from recent or from long past years, and always there is some link, call it sentiment, call it spirit, call it tradition, but it ' s there, and we ' re grateful. We ' re grateful because we know it must exist for us too. There have been hollows and hills in our life here, as there must be in all life, but, with the perspective gained from looking back, the hollows seem less deep, and the hills still shine in the sunlight. Nor is the picture a mere landscape. It is dotted with the well known faces of teachers who despite sometimes strenuous op- position have given us patiently of their time, experience, and knowledge, and with the faces of friends whom we have learned to cherish in our days at O.L.C. When we walk down the broad main stair, past the common room and study hall, and as we say good-bye to the crouching lions, we will face our life better prepared and equipped because of this dear school. Thank you, Trafalgar, thank you .... Peggy Grant REGRETS . . . AND CONGRATULATIONS We shall sadly miss next year several members of Faculty and Staff who have been for some years our valued friends and contributed much to the life we share. Our best wishes for their happiness in pastures new go with Miss Weller, Miss Hill, Miss Wickham, Miss Carr, Miss McLean and our own ' Joanie ' Jones. We cannot help a feeling of pride in that a member of the faculty of OLC has been appointed Principal of Hatfield Hall, our sister school in Cobourg. Miss Weller ' s many talents will find full scope in her responsible position and we feel sure of her success. Congratulations, Hatfield! But just wait for the basketball season, Miss Weller! We ' ll be seeing you. Page Thirteen

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I ' un ! Twelve. BARBARA ROWE, 1947 — 1949 Maxwkix HOUSE Charlie , our Brazilian Nut. Dynamic A.A. President and O.L.C. ' s Singing Alarm Clock. Miss Barbara Rowe on Sun- days. Cut. out for a refined salesgirl. Favourite Saying— Saying goodnight. Pet Aversion — Bus drivers who don ' t blow their horns. JO SHONE, 1948 — 1949 Fakkwell House She and Margaret come from Agincourt. Our well of wit and wisdom is headed for Trinity to graduate in lan- guages. She loves to sing in the bathtub. Favourite Saying — Righto! Pet Aversion — Work in general. ANNE SINCLAIR, 1948 — 1949 Hare House From Clarkson, suburb of Toronto! Her eyebrow rises before she does. Headed for Diamond Ring Course at Trinity. Favourite Saying — I don ' t know. Pet Aversion — French. SYLVIA SKINNER, 1948 — 1949 Maxwell House Lady brought Sylvia to us from Oshawa. Enjoys life with science. Who is summoned more frequently to the tele- phone? Our Senior Class Vice-president and hopes to be a Vet. Favourite Saving — Heavens to Elizabeth. Pet Aversion — Skinny Horses. MARIE STOVEL, 1948 — 1949 Hare House Our strange coral-faced friend from Bermuda slaved over two subjects. Christmas was enjoyed among the sheltering palms, but she can ' t seem to keep away from test tubes, as she is going to be a lab. technician next year. Favourite Saying — I couldn ' t care less, actually! Pet Aversion — Blind dates. LILIA DE LA TORRE, 1947 — 1949 Farewell House She draws from Bogota. Her dress was beautiful be- cause she made it herself. Bombastic mermaid. Her art attracts many an eye. Favourite Saying — I met the most marrrrvellous man ! ! Pet Aversion — Roommates.

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SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY The Time: June 1969 The Place: O.L.C. The Cast: Well, just wait a minute and you ' ll hear about them. We ' re standing on the spacious lawns of O.L.C. in front of the Chapel, a very impressive part of the building that was added to it somewhere about the year 1950. The door opens and a radiant bride floats out, her head in the clouds. She is a very charming girl who goes by the nickname of Tubby, the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Stuart Hill of Ottawa. She is attended by the daughter of Joyce Leach who invented a method of writing shorthand in your sleep so as to record your dreams. And now the guests are enjoying a reception in the form of a garden party. We understand the catering is done by Pat Gilchrist, eminent dietitian and food specialist. She has just finished a new book for brides The Art of Cooking, or How to Finish Your Husband in a Day. That girl over there by the lilacs must be six feet four, at least. The studious type — she hates men. My, but she certainly takes after her mother, Nancy Boake. Some more people are joining the happy group congratulating the bride. We forgot to mention that the groom was Don Fleet Jr., son of the former Miss Pat Wickham. Mrs. Fleet is beginning to look a little worn with such a large family to keep her busy, but she still manages to do ten push-ups before breakfast every morning. One of the guests in this group looks very prosperous and is carrying a black bag. She is tailed by a vigorous looking woman wearing a clerical collar. You ' ve guessed it — Dr. Piggy Grunt and Deaconess McKim, May Queen of 1949. Hello, everybody, how are you? Isn ' t it a wonderful day for a wedding? I just love weddings! Now who could this be? Eleanor Carleton, maybe? We hear she ' s a school teacher in Peterboro, now. Look at that little boy over there by the food. He ' s just finished demolishing cakes, cookies, ice cream, candies and punch, and is beginning to look a little green about the gills. His name, he says, is Charlie, and he wants to find his granny, Barbara Rowe. She rushes him to the kindly school nurse, Shirley Langdon. Miss Langdon administers a new stomach-ache remedy, consisting of mustard and warm water, put out by the brilliant lab. technician, Mme. Marie (Curie) Stovel. The exquisite gowns of the bride and attendants were designed by Madame Marilyn Jaques, renowned fashion designer, voted one of the ten best dressed women in the universe. The soloist was Nancy Pickering, internationally famous television singer, who comes to you every morning at breakfast time to remind you to munch your crunchie-wunchies. The little girl with the curly hair eating an apple is the daughter of Sally Fisher, Physical Torture teacher at Burlington High School. In a huddle under the marquee Mary Lou Affleck, Anne Sinclair and Freddie Fee, who graduated in Pass Arts just seventeen years ago, are comparing notes on the fatal step which followed. The crowd parts as a horse comes galloping up the green. Howdy, folks, yells a grey-haired matron, well preserved for her forty years. This is Sylvia Skinner who owns a horse farm over in Oshawa. There ' s a noise in the air— the guests look up — no, it ' s not a bird but Lilia de la Torre, world famous artist, arriving fom South America in her helicopter. She is just in time to see a presentation made to the bride by a glamorous blonde gal, the Senior Class President of 1969 and daughter of the popular President of twenty years ago, Lynn Price. Behind a bush we hear the click-clack of a typewriter. The bedraggled charac- ter typing with two fingers is Jo Shone, recording the events of the day for the Times-Gazette, Jo Shoni; Page Fourteen