Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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FOR SALE LOTS Apply: Ontario Ladies ' College Construction An orange monster in the road Blocks the way to my abode. It digs a hole and rips up turf And fills it in with rich, black earth . Surveyors with their instruments Measure land and make comments. Some men in funny yellow caps Put in big pipes for water taps. Blocks of gravel, cement and sand Are ready here, for the house that ' s planned. Behind wood frames, the big men say Foundations bulky they will lay. They must hurry to the last Autumn leaves are falling fast. PAMELA EARLE Grade IX. Page 19

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First Impressions Tall and grey, I stand erect: An atmosphere around my chimney curls My hearts desire — a wise effect Upon the lives of all these girls. My arms around I spread each day As each progresses with her task And laughs and prays and does not smoke — For this is what I ask. 1 watch them as they first arrive And learn the hang of things So much they must from everyone derive Before they find their graduate wings. I think by now, dear friends From what you knov of me You have already guessed That I am O.L.C. BETTY WHITE Grade XI. Bells here, bells there until you are going batty in the belfry ... I wonder who my roomate is . . . cell 132 .. . not too close to the warden . . . talkative rods, inendly mice and lots of space . . . uniforms are just the most . . . rather big, but comfy ... as Farmer John says, There ain ' t nothin ' like home cookin . . . push? What ' s that? ... oh! food . . . after a few days, rising scales and dieting troubles . . . rush, rush, rush until you feel like a greased locomotive . . . exhausting subjects . . . poor Grade XIIs . . . teachers who worry you and give just a little homework, enough for three hours ... no cars . . . unfortun- ately no boys, therefore frustration ... if mail be the food of life, poor females . . . the boys around the school on Sundays . . . what days . . . but we ' ve lived through them ... on the whole quite an experience . . . never miss the chance. BEVERLEY McLENNAN RENATA PENNACCHIOTTI Grade XII Page 18

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ober The Thanksgiving week-end v cs the first good thing in Ociober. Ahhough it was not exactly a school event, it was a welcome re- spite. Natalie Wood cut quite a figure in the movie Green Promise in which she is shown in her childhood cays. Who knows, some of you may still have a chance? The Pickering Dance was approached with mixed feelings but once the boys arrived and the dance was under way, everyone went all out to enjoy herself. In the following weeks there was a rapid influx of mail postmarked Newmarket . Sunday night we were shov n an aviation film which doubt- less would have interested anyone studying Mechanics. It is not often that our programmes are disappointing. Wilson MacDonald entertained us again this year with his reading of his beautiful poems. He included some serious, some light-hearted and some humorous poems. Of the latter, favourites were Caw-Caw Ballads and Yvonne and Yvette. Robert Gay, of Oshawa, came to speak to us one Sunday eve- ning. His addrss took the form of commentary, and slides of his mission field. The Holly Hop or rather the Hi-Fi Hop! Quel beau success! As we boarded, ship music floated to our ears from the main deck (Recreation Room) where several couples were already dancing. The Promenade Deck was rather a popular place but surpris- ingly enough there were not too m any closed doors along the cor- ridor. Meanwhile back on Main Deck[ . . . The project going on for a little over a year was complete. Our chapel was dedicated on October 29th. It is worthy of pride and reverence and is indeed a thing of beauty, a joy forever. SYBIL GOULSTON GRACE CHAPEL •■ A ray of sunlight streams through coloured panes, And casts its shadows o ' er the empty pews. The walls reach up to vaulted heights above. And God is surely there with all His love. Above, so softly chanting, sings the choir; Praise be to God; the sound comes from their lips, In verse and song they magnify the Lord: And now the shadows lengthen even more. All sounds are mute; at once the view is dim, Only the cross gleams in the candle ' s flame. And now dusk falls with all its peace and calm, M And God lays over all His healing balm. ■ ELAINE WESTHEUSER m MARIE MELODIE MUNRO m Grade XII.