Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Renata Pennacchiotti, Venezuela Although it was her first year in playing basketball, Rente played a good game on Farewell House team. Good luck in your work next year, Rente. Barbara Talbot Earb is our early riser and makes a point of being one of the first in line for breakfast. After each long week-end. Barb has a new hair-do (and a new male conquest?) Mary Jane Read, Bobcaygeon Mary Jane was sub-captain of Carter House and hopes to become a teacher. During the past year, she was Ruth Richardson ' s cell- mate on Lower Fran. Alison Vallance, Bancroft Sunny ' s skill in sketching and painting really made a hit at the formal. Her ambition is to become a Pro and she hopes to go to the Ontario College of Art this Fall. Ruth Richardson, Toronto Ruth is generally seen talking on the ' phone. She hopes to go to Teacher ' s College next year. Favourite Pastime: Eating onion sand- wiches. Carol West, Camp Borden When a hearty laugh is heard sometime be- tween ten and eleven o ' clock at night, the whole Hall knows it to be Carol ' s. We hope to see her again this Fall. Mary Jane Speers, Toronto Mary Jane spends her extra moments turn- ing down her Hi-Fi set. She is not sure about this Fall but we wish her luck in whatever she does. Elaine Westheuser, Gore ' s Landing As President of the A. A., it was a great job that you did on the formal and on organizing sports, Elaine. We hope that you will be with us this Fall — and bring your Australian stuf- fed creatures! Page 31

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Sharon Long, Toronto Every Sunday afternoon, Sharon ' s driving keeps the hedges in trim. Sharon will prob- ably end up teaching little kiddies how to set alarm clocks! Susan Millard, Perth Sue surprised us all when she chopped off her formal . . . and her hair. Her favourite pastime, whenever time permits is reclining in bed with a book. Ann MacDonald, Toronto Althoughf Ann claims to be a Scot, her pas- time is not the bagpipes but the banjo-uke. Ann is our class light-weight; you should see her glide over those monkey-bars! Melodie Munro, Toronto Melodie ' s bed is usually covered either with her large collection of stuffed animals or with French notes. Melodie is not sure about next year, but good luck in whatever you choose, Mel. Pet Saying: Oh Heather! Ann MacMillan, Florida Andy ' s cheery face will very likely brighten the wards of some nursing hospital next year. She is an ardent ' rock and roll ' fan. Marjorie Noad, Thamesford Midge, Treasurer of the S tudent Council, spent a great deal of time selling tickets for the Hi-Fi Hop . She plans to go to Teacher ' s College in London this Fall. Beverley McLennan, Toronto Beverley was chosen Queen of th A. A. for- mal. She is usually heard running down the Hall calling Ginny or is seen making faces at someone. Nikki Patterson, North Bay Nikki, a good sport on the Hall and in the gym wants to take ' Therapy ' at McGill this Fall. She has a bad habit of ending up in the infirmary after long week-ends . . . with flu? Page 30

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eather Downings Appointment She came noisily into the house that Friday evening, not having been back since she left tor morning school and not having had dinner. It was far into the night and she wondered what her father would say. The grandfather clock ticking in the corner broke the frightening silence in the house. Shivering from the wet cold, she stood in the front hall. Seeing a light coming from the living room and finding her father apparently un- moved, she advanced to the shabby chair by the fireplace. Neither uttered a sound for a few moments but finally he asked where she had been all this time and muttered fiercely that it was a sin for a young girl to be out alone so far into the night. Robert Downing was extremely old-fashioned and in a sense, cruel, in the way that he treated his daughter Heather. He was a tall, wiry man with thin purple lips, a long, straight nose and deeply-set, beady eyes which made the face look shifty. His clothes were well-worn and his shirt collars and cuffs were threadbare. He looked haggard, as though he had lived his term of life and was ready to die. Now, as he sat gazing coldly into her eyes, thoughts were running through his mind as well as hers. Heather was panic-stricken and at a loss for words. Mr. Downing was thinking: She ' s such a lovely girl; lovely brown eyes, a well-shaped nose, a full red mouth, and a figure that anyone passing her on the street would take a second look at. But 1 hate her; she ' s too much like her mother and I hate her! He told her to go to her room and he would see her in the morning. Hanging up her c ' othes, her mind wandered over the strange, frightening happenings of the day, that was now behind her. School had been tiding that day, a boring recapitulation of the past week. Everyone had been going down to the soda square for a coke so she had gone along with them. Sitting at the table with her boy-friend, Johnny, a light-headed sensa- tion came over her and she heard a voice calling: Heather, Heather, I almost have you now! Thinking that it must one of her friends, she had laughed it off and drunk on. But walking home with Johnny, the same fainting sensation had come over her again and she had felt herself reeling with an unknown black emptiness sne had ceased to struggle against any longer. Then there had been nothing . . . She awoke to find herself surrounded by pools of molten lava bubbling and gurgling about her. Her surroundings were cave-like and hoofs of ani- mals, as well as humans, were scattered on the edges of these craters. To her frightened amazement, a man, dressed competely in bloody-red, appeared from nowhere. Oh, my dear Heather, I have you in my clutches at last. You are won- dering, no doubt, who I am? Never fear, my sweet love, you shall learn all in due t ' .me. He said this and concluded with wicked laughter. Then he disappeared as fantastically as he had come. Making an attempt to follow him, she stumbled and fell, her leg slipping Page 32