Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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DIARY (Continued) decorated beautifully; the theme of the dance was Dancing in the dark . The three big silhouettes of ballerinas was the attraction of the night. Our Queen was Lois Billet. But sad to say, like all nice things the dance had to come to an end. Talking about ends, I guess I had better say goodnight, dear Diary, before Mrs. Cooper comes up and turns out my lights. Dear Diary, April 30 In a way I wish the Senior Dinner wasn ' t so soon because it is always saddened by the speeches of the graduation seniors. But we can always count on Miss Carter ' s speech to liven the proceedings. It is going to be very hard to choose a May Queen this year. I hope that whoever is fortunate enough to win the honour will have a nice day because she has to sit for hours watching the rest of us, march, do tumbling and apparatus work and dance around the May-pole. Then comes the last week-end of our 1953-54 school year and in the ceremony of the burning of the books the seniors burn the books contain- ing knowledge on the subjects they dislike the most. Some teachers get a rude awakening but it ' s all in fun. Some of the poems are hilarious. Sunday evening we all go to the Whitby United Church for the bac- calaureate service. That really is in a beautiful setting; the seniors wearing white, sit in pews decorated with sprigs of white flowers and ribbons. Monday is Class Day. The valedictorian is given a chance to say her speech and then the Senior Class Prophecy is read which makes every- one laugh. That evening is prize night, when the athletic and other awards are presented to some lucky girls. Finally, Graduation Day arrives. Although we are glad for the Seniors on their Graduation Day, we feel sad to see them go and realize that a wonderful year has ended. Joanne Strowger writes on a special event we could have done without - RONDEAU ON MUMPS I ' ve got the mumps, such pitiful bumps. Our doctor has ne ' er seen such lumps; Just where did you contact it, dear? At school, dear doctor, I fear; Seems all the girls there have these bumps. Get hot, then cold, then funny jumps. Just now I feel like a bicycle pump. Butterflies, crickets, mantis, I hear For I ' ve got the mumps. Here ' s the reason why I ' m in the dumps I ' m tired of these awful bumps. Just look and see, but don ' t come near And through the window you may peer. Why do I look like camels ' humps? I ' ve got the mumps. Joanne Strowger, Grade 12 -15-