Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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cAccount y Slue-bilUy (Banking y StenciU- JuH a ew o tke Smaller tking. titey. do ZJIte MurAar and School Secretary Student Christian Movement STATEMENT OF INCOME AND EXPENDITURE 1955-56 INCOME Balance — September 1, 1955 Weekly Chapel Collections Bazaar EXPENDITURE Weekly Chapel Expenses (travelling, films, etc.) Christmas Party — Fairview Lodge Bazaar Expenses Donations — Chapel Fund, C.A.R.E., Salvation Army, Whitby W.M.S., T.B. Fund, Canadian Cancer Fund C.NJ.B. 133.32 130.99 491.55 28.05 17.21 62.45 290.00 Balance on Hand 755.86 397.71 358.15 Thanks . . . The S.C.M. would like to thank all those who helped to make the Bazaar the splendid success that it was and in particular to express its sincere appreciation of all the work and effort put in by the S.C.M. Faculty Advisor, Miss R. McDowell. MOLLIE MILLAR, President, S.C.M. PAGE THIRTY-ONE

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Student Christian Movement (Bazaar Only fifteen cents . . . What could she buy ? She would have liked to have tried the Parcel Post, but she was at the end of the line and the parcels would all be gone by the time she squeezed through. Besides, she did not have enough money. The fish-pond ? There was an idea. Just think, for fifteen cents she could have three tries for something really good. What did it matter that the A. A. President had donated about twenty no-good pens to the fish-pond ? At least one of those would be a souvenir. But no, her fifteen cents would be well spent on something lasting. She wandered, big eyes glowing at the piles of aprons, mitts, pennants, Christ- mas decorations, and the cutest little beanies she had ever seen. How her heart longed to own one of those stuffed animals, or even a little china dog would be nice. Her mouth watered at all the bake-goods, candy and hot-dogs. Then firm resolution stamped down hard, for how long would a hot-dog last ? She breathed deeply and moved on. So distraught was she that she walked right past the fortune- telling sign and all but missed her goal. Only fifteen cents, splashed the face of a big red sign. She could see that the product had lasting qualities. She bought it on the spot, and carried the little goldfish upstairs to make a glass its home. JANE KINCAID PAGE THIRTY

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J4aUowe en Trick . . . The long, gray line formed silently. From the basement they marched, single file. Cold chills ran down their spines and younger ones fled in fright. Up they advanced to Main Hall. The lights went out. Someone screamed. Hearts dropped with a mighty thud. The line gained momentum and reinforcements with each step. To the top ! To the top ! was the cry, whispered down the row. A carpet fell by the wayside. A chair sat, end up. Another flight of stairs became platform for the upgoing burden of gliding shadows. A muttered Shush ! Someone was coming. Duck ! The shadows were of stone. The danger passed. Round the bend. Up some stairs. Another conspirator was added. The goal was closer. Should they go on ? The penalty would be — utter horror ! A face appeared, to vanish, dumfounded at the nerve of what was happening. The line advanced. It was too late to go back. There they were ! The tower stairs ! Up they filed. A single door was their only barrier to freedom, glory, purpose. It was not locked. Hearts lifted. Out, out, into the cool night air vanished the long, gray line. A flash of white. A muttered cheer. The deed had been done. Treat . . . It was dinner time and the night of our Hallowe ' en Party. Tables were adorned with fascinating decorations. I noticed a couple of grave-yards and a merry-go-round amongst other pieces. They were judged by visitors from outside, here for dinner. At the sound of the bell at seven o ' clock, the gym. became a masquerade floor. The Grand March showed off costumes of all kinds. Amongst the crowd, I noticed farmers, clowns, nursery characters, and Dragnet. It was unusual not to find the Seniors in costume. The prizes went to Mary Jane Read, an ape; Mary Jane Wilson, a farmer; and Barbara Talbot and Mary Bryans as Dick Whittington and his cat. Miss Smith lent her able assistance in some relays which were very popular. Suddenly the room darkened and we were told that we were about to see the first men from another planet to land on earth. In they trooped, all seventeen of them ! (There are seventeen Seniors this year.) The strange thing was that I seemed to recog- nise some of those shapely legs beneath the painted Weston ' s boxes. Amid much laughing and talking, Mrs. Bradley wheeled in a welcome sight. Push ! It consisted of punch, cookies, ice-cream bars and apples. After all you need good re- freshments to ward off the Hallowe ' en ghosts and witches. S. GOULSTON PAGE THIRTY-TWO