Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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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.

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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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The great purpose which had united all our thoughts and feelings for the past year was about to be fulfilled. We had seen the blue-prints and observed construction. We had picked our way carefully over carpenters ' tools and sections of interior mouldings. We had felt the beauty of this finely-built edi- fice. Would it be a holy place too? Would we be able to go on from where the architect, the mason and the carpenter had left off? The gifts of generous friends began to arrive: the reredos, the dossal curtain, communion table, communion rail, antependia, pews, organ screen and red carpet. Would He come? The Dedication Service was held. The ministers knocked upon the door, calling upon the gates to admit the King of Glory. The architect presented the keys to the President of the Board of Directors who passed them to the Principal who laid them on the Table. The prayer for consecration was made, the lessons read. The Rev. A. B. B. Moore, President of Victoria University, went into the pulpit. He put into words these stages of feeling through which we had all come. He paused while we took our bearings. Then with a power- ful lift of his arms he bore us, our friends, our chapel, up with him into the realms of the spirit. In most solemn mood, the people stood and led by the Rev. H. A. Mellow, President of the Bay of Quinte Conference, dedicated the House and declared it set apart from all profane and common uses. The offer- ings of thanksgiving were made and the benediction given. At a meeting of all our friends in the Assembly Hall afterwards, we lis- tened to the greetings brought to us by Dr. Carscallen, our Principal Emeritus, Dr. McKenzie of Albert College and Mrs. Sifton of Alma College. Our college had aimed high and in the moment of our endeavour, the experience was complete; we were rich in comrades.