Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Address to the ' Graduating Class ( cont ' d ) those words of wonder in the Book of Job: Where is the way to the dwelling of light? I remember so many wonderful aspects of the lights which the Book of Genesis says God set in the firmament of the Heaven to rule the day and the night and to give light upon the earth. There was the lunar rainbow one February night just after lights-out bell and we all came out to the playing fields to see what the astronomer Dr. Chant told the ' Globe ' was the best lunar rainbow he had ever observed. There were the five planets all at once in the western sky in the early evenings one spring. One July evening there was the loveliest triple rainbow, lasting for more than twenty minutes in undiminished brilliance as if it had come to stay. Again and again there were the Northern Lights in their solemn mystery. How strange and beautiful ' the dwelling of light! ' In the Book of Deuteronomy there is a blessing upon some lovely things, for the precious things of heaven — for the dew and for the precious things of the earth. Walter de la Mare has said, Look thy last on all things lovely every hour , and if you think poetry too transcendent, then turn to ' A Tree Grows in Brooklyn ' by Betty Smith, where the old grandmother counsels — look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time. Thus is your time on earth filled with glory. A. A. Maxwell. Twenty-three

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Sflne 3Koot Owls cJale (Qunior Glass The lights are dimming Hoot, hoot, hoot, hoot! A hush fill the group, The Juniors are meeting With their secret troup. Barb Grierson, from Ottawa Faithful and true, She levels the crowd and shouts aloud. The humour is mixed By Norma Hutcheon ' s applaud Of the famed Cbippawa. A Dietitian she may he Or a cook at O.L.C. Diane Young is constantly worrying Of her Chemistry and leaving hurriedly With a Junior Matric. Margy McDonald dreads arithmetic A nurse she will be if the stuff sticks. Joan Mothersill loves nursing And we know she ' ll be a good nurse you see. Marlene Nunn is gentle and sweet Claims her history is about beat. Some university to her sounds neat. Rona Feldman is gay and happy Sometimes she ' s quite yappy Though her nick-name is ' Bubbles ' , She has journalistic troubles. Rona Gameroff still simmers with glee, Her laugh is quite famous. She thinks of an easy life you see. Gertrude Brathwaite, so full of fun, As Charley ' s wife in future life Will make us all in envy run; And be remembered in laughter and strife. Ellen Liverman is constantly changing From Brown to gold her beautiful locks. Joan Wigston is constantly playing Famed piano tunes in current placing. In Massey Hall someday we ' ll see On critic ' s lists her popular rating. Joan Mark loves reading comic books, She ' s class secretary and hopes to be A student in a university. Adele Donnelly loves to square dance But chemistry keeps her in a trance. Someday a nurse she wants to be And maybe nursing you and me. With piano music Lois Simms likes to fool, And during the days at nursing school She ' ll play the piano in spite of the rule Keeping her patients calm and cool. Fat Murphy loves to write On this and that or on any old theory. In a University she ' ll bring Success with all her might. The lights grow brighter, The meeting adjourns Each file out to the world Hoping to meet in the futute A little fun in the right Hoot, hoot. Good night! Twenty-five