Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Miss Carter is leaving us MISS J. MAY CARTER. B.A. DEAN. 1951-57 Page 4

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The Golden Window The story is told about a boy who marvelled at the golden window he saw on the distant house across the valley. Impatiently he besought his mother to permit him to go to see this wondrous thing. Next morning he set out, his steps quickened by expectancy. But when he reached his goal he discovered to his disappointment that the windows were not gilded, but exactly the same as those at home. Turning his footsteps forlornly homeward, he stopped suddenly in his tracks. Lo, the windows of his own house were golden! The ease with which we assure ourselves that others have love- lier things than we, that more distant fields offer a richer harvest than our own, or that our neighbour has more intellectual gifts than we have found in ourselves, only blinds us to our unique abilities, diverts our nobilities, and even enervates the soul. Could the poison of a serpent be more deadly? Shakespeare knew its insidious havoc; Those that much covet are with gain so fond For what they have not, that which they possess They scatter and unloose it from their bond, And so, by hoping more, they have but less . Go from our school this year more firmly resolved to build upon your present level of attainment, a beautiful structure of abid- ing worth. Hesitate before you cross the valley to follow your vision. Let it be only a reflection, and thereby wholly unattainable; but choose those goals that advance with every step you take, and which, by so doing, leave just enough of moral and spiritual worth within you that you are in possession of that enrichment which enables you to take another step. S. L. OSBORNE Page 3

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Dear Girls : How fortunate we are to be living in this beautiful world and in this beautiful spot! As I write the sun is shining, the trees are begin- ning to put forth tiny green shoots, the birds are chirping and the grass is turning green, gradually obliterating the marks of the tires of the autombiles v hich were carelessly driven over the lawn during the winter. Through one little space between the trees, I can catch from my window a glimpse of the water of the Lake sparkling in the sunshine. There is no need to ask you whom we have to thank for all this love- liness. In this my last letter to you, 1 should like to ask you to try to foster two qualities: a spirit of thankfulness for all your blessings, and a spirit of unselfishness and thoughtfulness for others. In Oysters I have often suggested to you that if there were no selfishness in the world, there would be no troubles, — • no fear, no want, no wars. It seems an unattainable goal, but if we all try never to be selfish in our own small circle, the influence ' will spread. I want to thank you all for the very fine cooperation you have given me, and for the spirit of good fellowship, which exists between us. Please give my successor the same cooperation. I shall always be interested in you, and I wish each and every one of you every success and happiness in the future — near and far. Affectionately, J. MAY CARTER Page 5