Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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- 28 - Continued out for their traditional downtown jaunt. Then about eleven o ' clock they returned, singing the school song as they came through the gates. Was there anyone with- out a lump in her throat? It won ' t be long now until we sing Dear Old Trafalgar for the last time. Graduation approaches! ' Night Diary. AFTER FOUR The familiar gong of the 4:05 P.M. bell heralds the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end . It is the end of the beginning of the day -- the school day of reading, writing and ' rithmetic, and the beginning of the end of the day -- the hours of carefree, fun-filled after-four activi- ties. Monday - Under the watchful supervision of our physical education teacher, Mr . Andrew, a group of twelve girls invade the swimming pool to go through the actions of making the dog-paddle appear graceful without drowning themselves. This water-ballet is commonly referred to as ornamental swim- ming . Perfect synchronization of move- ment in groups of two or more to the rhythm of music, is the final compensation for hours of water-logged practice. As an excitingly new activity, ornamental swim- ming has been received with great en- thusiasm among those interested in the art of graceful movement in the water. For those who prefer solid, dry land, the German Club plays an important role in the cultural life of the school. Die jungen Deutschen learn a little of the construction of the language and an appreciation of its beauty as opposed to preparation for exami- nations. Mrs. Grosart hurls out ach ' s |in abundance as she leads this Moderns ' C uh to bigger and better Fraulein . Tuesday - Bruised knee-bones, tail-bones and stiff joints is the principal remuneration for the time spent skating at the Whitby arena. All ages, sizes and shapes don skates, and. to the lilting music of Skater ' s Waltz , glide on to the smooth surface. The wobbly -kneed beginners, . who cautiously place one unsteady foot beside the other, hold their breath, and then push off, usually land in a heap a few feet away, while the more graceful professionals manage a few intricate jumps, spins and dance-steps be- fore their inevitable kerplunk ! At the end of an hour and a half, one and all arrive home rosy-cheeked, tired and sore, but happy. For the less energetic, shopping pri- vileges are granted. A brisk walk into town supplies bubble-bath or tooth-paste and healthy, out-of-door exercise. Wednesday - Will Lady Precious Stream fol- low her plans to marry the gardener, Hsieh Ping Kuei? Come to the assembly hall next Wednesday at 4:15 p.m. when Mrs. Aymong will direct the 13th in the series of re- hearsals for Lady Precious Stream by S. J. Hsiung . Play practice, and all that it en- tails, is an ideal outlet for future dramatists who have the gift of the gab (characteris- tic of females in general) and the yen to be Clark Gable ' s or Tony Curtis ' leading lady. Last call for Chinese pyjamas! ! ! Thursday- Ready? --one--two--three--and-- pas-de-burre--plie--coupe--pas-de-burre- - grand jete--body movement- -arms out- toes pointed . Yes, here are O.L.C. ' s prima ballerinas on their way to grace, rhythm, and co-ordination. Under the pro- fessional direction of Miss Gweneth Lloyd, one of the founders of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet Company, weekly classes of elemen- taries and of secondary schoolgirls, change fat to tnuscle, and awkwardness to graceful- ness as they go through the complicated routines of basic ballet. We are looking forward, with great anticipation, to the pre- sentation of a short ballet sequence on May Day. For those seniors whose rather limited French vocabulary excludes them from the knowledge that grands jetes and pas-de burres lead to slenderness and grace, shop- ping permissions are granted. With the grace and size of elephants, they amble in to town, in blissful ignorance, until the din- ner bell calls them in to food and more fat.

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- 30 - Continued Friday - Les Jeunes Francaises , under the guidance of our petite language teacher, Mrs. Grosart, bring the week to an end with the romantic and intriguing French language in their Moderns ' Club. French conversa- tion, vocabulary games and quiz games keep these French castors ardents (pardon the French slang) busy. Who knows? -- one of them may win beaucoup d ' argent doing French crossword puzzles, or win an expense-free trip to the country they are learning so much about. Just think of all the sauve, gallant, single monsieurs in Paris, France. WHY DO YOU FOLLOW ME? Why do you follow me? Have you no home? Child of the city streets. Are you alone? Ragged and dirty, A smudge on your brow. Why do you follow me? I can ' t wait now. Patricia Earle. HURRICANE All was quiet-- The sand, the sea, the sky-- All in expectation To see another day go by. But wait! A little breeze wafts by, Then becomes greater! stronger! As the minutes fly. And does not cease! Then whistles, rumbles, thunders, roars, And darkness darkens The darkness. The roar, the sand, the sea All mixed to noisy anarchy. All hurl, and thunder, break and screech. All twist and sway Till all are mixed. Then comes the calm. And all is quiet-- The sands, the sea, the sky -- All in expectation To see another day go by. Suzanne Eckel NIGHT The daylight beats a soft retreat From country lane, from city street. And lights from houses soon will peep. And lovers in the park will meet. The stars are twinkling in the sky; The lady moon goes sailing by, And birds no more this night will fly, For in their feathered nests they lie. In quiet slumber goes the night. No cats do howl, nor dogs do fight. For God looks on with all His might That we, in peace, might sleep this night. Elaine Westheuser The above poems took first, second, and third places in a Literary Contest held dur- ing the month of January. The entries were judged by six members of the Faculty and two students. Elsewhere in this selection there appear those entries which received honourable mention. M, Cole