Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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The year began, according to tradition, With registration, and in addition A get-acquainted night for all To make us smile at one another m the hall. Classmates and the Friday Osborne Show (Revealing this year ' s Editor nine years ago) Contributed, with hot-dog picnic, Which by the lake we spent, To make us with Week One content. Next week the Old Girls ' Stunt was most successful, Sue and the Dr. danced — ' twas most unusual! New girls we allowed no words to say Just how much they enjoyed Initiation Day. Soon, around came Hallowe ' en When ghosts and witches were surely seen. We looked forward to the visit of the famous Irish poet But it really was quite different from the way We all know it! Betty White, Grade XI. Page 15

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JANE SAUNDERS Caledonia, Ontario Senior Matriculation Maxwell House Jane comes from the best place, she claims: a small town. And most of the time she ' s a regular clown. She ' s penguin and chicken and everything silly And then when she smiles she dispels all that ' s chilly. Each morning she wakes her poor neighbours from slumber Yes, we all like Jane — she ' s quite a number. BONNIE TAYLOR Senior Matriclulation Swastika, Ontario Maxwell House Let ' s sleep m, says our blonde-haired Bon. I do believe that the breakfast bell ' s gone. Is his name Omar, or Gary or Shawn? Who ' s is that ring, Bobbie ' s or John ' s? I must be slim or I can ' t go at all Cos Frankie ' s inviting me to the Spring Ball . ELAINE WESTHEUSER Senior Matriculation Gore ' s Landing, Ontario Maxwell House House Captain of Maxwell, we hear Elaine yell, No talking now, kids, after the bell! At exam time, black coffee she drinks by the cup But after they ' re over, she really makes up! Our counsellor for May Day, next year will go To Victoria College in good old T.O. SARA WILLIS Senior Matriculation Montreal, Quebec Hare House I ' m sick, cries Sara down the hall, I ' m telling you kids, I could just about bawl. I don ' t know my Latin and History is worse. And as for that English, I can ' t learn the verse. Oh what shall I do to get out of this jam? I ' m sick! Just sick! What a confused one I am. Page 14

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Shopping Days It is a bargain day in the shopping centre. It is a murderous day for the husband, who fidgets in the car, and the tiny children who ore dragged, trampled and squashed by inconsiderate grown-ups. It is a day of rush, con- fusion, screaming, pulling and scrambling. In the midst of this I stand, one among millions, a fool among fools; a bargain-hunter. Yet I am different from most bargain-hunters. I know what I want: a simple flashUght, of any type, but very cheap. I approach a counter which does not seem too crowded and start the pro- cess of reaching a clerk. Pushing forward, the nucleus of an organism of faces, I am jolted by a scream. I look around only to find two women tugging at the same haggard piece of stretched curtain. I realise that I shall not find flashlights here, and once more I fight for air. Emerging from the crowd, I am confronted by an elevator and thinking this a long-needed relief, I rush towards it. Once in the sweltering trap, I know that death on terra firma is better than death in the elevator. My morale is low, but I hold my chin up, and also my feet, and shove towards the operator. When I feel that I am within shouting distance, I ask her where the flashlights ' are sold. On the basement floor, a harassed voice replies before hurrying on to shout: Anyone off at the ninth floor? I groan and become resigned to waiting. At last, five floors late, I emerge, a little bruised but happy, and crawl to the stairs. I cannot stand another moment in the elevator and heroically I descend on foot. Much later, I see myself haggling with a clerk concerning some flashlights which he declares are his cheapest. A very tired girl finally hands over the outrageous price of five dollars and ninety-eight cents and rushes for the ' bus. Back at the College, we see her tuck the hard-earned flashlight under her pillow and hear her murmur drowsily: Now, think of all the letters I can write after lights-out. ... I overheard someone on the telephone the other day; Hello, Grace? Is that a fact? I never thought. What? Crazy! I ' ll get Dad ' s car. What is that? Jim has — is that a fact? Crazy. You have to go and do what ... is that a fact? You ' re kidding. No? Crazy. Then see you later . . . Anne Leavens, Grade XI. Nikki Patterson, Grade XIII. Page 16