Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Senior Class Prophecy, cont ' d. grounds where I met a few old friends, Danny (Jo Scott ' s old grey mare) professionally cutting the grass: Muriel Baker applying a starch test to a geranium leaf: and Ann Duncombe, who was artistically arranging her bouquet of freshly cut flowers in the bird bath. The beautiful landscaping I learned had been under the direction of Pro- fessor of Botany Wendy McLaughlin, who although a little girl, had high ideas. Barb McCormack helped Wendy with her designs. Inside I was again surprised to be met by the head of nurses, Miss Gloria Budd, and her assistants, Miss Marilyn Lytle and Miss Marilyn Davis, who added to our touring party. The hospital had been turned into quite a vocational help and my tour wandered from one occupation room to the other. The first was the school where the younger inmates were under the capable direc- tion of Miss Joyce Clark, renowned for her teaching ability and especially for teaching her students correct carriage and posture. Several of the young students had very familiar faces and upon questioning I found they were the daughter of Mrs. Doug Knowler (Barb Gage) and the identical twins of Mrs. Peter Tobias (Kathleen Lake). The next room I was privileged to admire was the music room, where Miss Rita Donaldson, B.A., A.R.T.C., Mus.Doc, etc., was leading a group in musical apprecia- tion. Helping Rita, I found the familiar face of Miss Rosemary Howey, who also hailed in teaching public school. The sewing room was my next to encounter, and here found many busily working at skirts and blouses, being helped and guided by a world renowned seamstress and artist, Miss Gwen Lake. The child having a most pitiful time with her dress was Jeanie Wilson (daughter of the former Jean Dougal). Up to this point my excursion had been only to the rooms for the quieter patients but as we neared another, from the noise I gathered it to be the gym for the over active patients. In charge Lyn Rutherford, spry as ever was showing a pupil how to throw a baseball, while in another corner a harshly tempered little lady was shouting track at the top of her voice — naturally it was Lesley Taylor (of Maniwaki) showing how to slalom properly. Every hospital has it laboratory and I learned that this institution had one of the finest. Ruth Corlett and Jane Farlinger joint winners of the Nobel prize for scientists in 1970, were busily discovering a new injection which could bring a person back to normality. In an adjoining room to the lab the dietitian Jane Nichols (Mrs. Jack Jameson) and her assistant Marguerita Carcamo, prepared their meals for the next week. At the thought of meals I inquired for the dining room, which to my delight was a cheerful room for up and coming patients. Two very attractive girls of about 18 were gaily singing a lovely duet. These girls proudly announced that they were the former Henrietta Wilkinson ' s daughters. Henry, we learned, had married the son of Lawrence Tibbet whom she had met while starring with the metropolitan Opera Com- pany. I noticed two middle aged women scrubbing the mastic tile floor; so vigor- ously they did it, I stopped to enquire why. The lovely faces of Pat Hogan and Cathy Jackson looked up and I realized these two physically trained women were keeping in condition by scrubbing the floor with a new invention of scientist John Houghton. Pam then guided me down the hall again toward the office. As we passed the music room again a shrill, high bell-like sound hit my ear, and I stopped in my tracks. I was eased when Joan Black appeared in the doorway with her young Page Twenty-three

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{Jaleclictory Commencement — it is the beginning of a new adventure, our adult life. What it may hold for us the future alone can tell, but whatever it may bring, we seniors realize how much O.L.C. has done to prepare us to meet all situations. It has given us the necessities which enable us to face with a bold heart the beginning of the most important phase of our life. During the years that have been spent here, we have learned to live with others in harmony. A spirit of fellowship has been created which acts as a barrier to all injustice. It has taught us patience, tolerance, perseverance, and to have faith in our fellow men, characteristics which shall enable us to become better women and fill our place in this world more ably. Those who have helped us attain a higher standard of living are the faculty. We give them thanks for enabling us to be on this platform to-day, receiving the diplomas which shall serve as a key to the outer world. We shall show appreciation to them by striving to live up to the standards which they have set before us. We are proud of our Alma Mater, the gardens, the orchards which surround the graceful structure of Trafalgar Castle, and what shall remain on the minds of all who have come to know the school is the intrinsic beauty of main hall. Each senior has her own special vision of a favourite spot when O.L.C. is mentioned, and these we will boast about, showing in our speech the proudness of our hearts. And so we leave our dear Blue and Blue with feelings of joy and expectation mingled with pangs of remorse. But the graduates of 1950, pledge to you our school, That thy glory we .shall see, Wherever we may be, Still love of O.L.C. Our future rule. Bette Shields Senior Class LProphecy The brightness of the spring day May 12th 1982, inspired me to tour the Whitby Institute which had been brought to my attention by the colourful pamphlet printed by the B. Shields printing company, whose manager was Mrs. Bill Ptolmely, an old classmate of 1950. This pamphlet told how modernized the institute had become under the expert design of architect, Jane Doelle, and head foreman of the job Joan Murrel, who has since changed her last name to that of the chief constable of the R.C.M.P. I had often been lured back to thoughts of Whitby, from my year at O.L.C, but a visit to the other institute was quite unique, but bravely I taxied up to the huge gates. Two bright young lads, tall and slim (weighing about 110 lbs.) with firey red hair, adorned the entrance and cheerfully introduced themselves as two of Mrs. Willy (Deller) White ' s dozen. Gladly they led me to the guide of my tour who was our own May Queen of 1950, Pam Tulk, who though quite grey, still possessed her per- sonality and charm even as a receptionist. Our first visit was round the charming Page Twenty-two

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Senior Class Prophecy, cont ' d. pupil. Joan, a coloratura soprano, had hit high I , the sound 1 had mistaken for a bell. At the end of the long corridor was the office, and at the sound of many typewriters I looked in. Three of the stenographers 1 recognized as Hazel Mitchell, Sonia Robertson and Kay Reeves, while the bookkeeper was Perla Audai. Thirty-five girls in all I had renewed acquaintance with, even if a little indirectly or in an unexpected place, but seeing them or their replicas brought so many happy experiences of O.L.C. While the sun was still shining I made my way to my helicopter and spun out of the laneway waving goodbye to the senior class of 1950. Vivien Beach ALICE AT O.LC. Chapter 666 (Being part of the Dean ' s Senior Dinner Speech — April 28, 1950 — with apologies to Lewis Carroll ) It was a glorious Saturday afternoon in May, and, in spite of exams so close at hand, one could not resist the warm invitation of the spring sunshine to sit outside and soak it up. Alice took her book out to the front steps, tucked herself into a corner, and rolled down her stockings contrary to explicit instructions of the old Dodo (excuse it, she means the Dean). She opened her book, found her place, and started to figure it out: The vertex of a parabola bisects the segment of its axis cut off by the tangent , but the sun was so bright, and the parabolas swung round on the page like crazy comets ( Don ' t overdo this business of trying to study out in the sun, girls, — this was the Dean, of course — you ' ll ruin your eyesight ). The vertex of the umbrella . . no, that wasn ' t right, but why bother . . The air was so deliciously fragrant . . . mmm, those lilacs . . . that she closed her eyes the better to enjoy it. Horrid old exams, she thought, why do they have to spoil the springtime? Yes, said a gruff, but not unsympathetic voice, but life is like that, and we have to be ready to be tested at all times, bad and good. Life isn ' t all basking in the sun. There are cold nights and stormy days as well, and we must provide against their coming. Believe me, I know. So we must not only learn, but be ready to have our knowledge put to the test. Alice rubbed her eyes and looked around. Well, who, of all things, she said, who ever said that? Not a soul was in sight, but she thought she detected a secret smile on the face of the lion on the pedestal across from her. She leaned forward to have a better look. Ugh, said a still gruffer voice. Look out, you have your elbow on my tail. Alice started, and regarded the sleeping lion with amazement. Why, Dopey, old fellow, she said, can — can you talk? Certainly I can, when there ' s anyone worth talking to, replied Dopey, yawning. Thank you, said Alice, that ' s a compliment I take it. You can take it, or leave it, said Dopey, not unkindly. It ' ll be all the same in a hundred years, and he closed his eyes and went sound asleep again. Alice appealed to his more alert companion. I ' ve never, she said, in all the time I ' ve been here, seen him awake before. Why is he asleep like that all the time? That ' s easy, said Leo No. I, that ' s because you are a good little girl, and good Page Twenty-four