Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

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Self-sufficient Me I was standing there alone: always alone. Realising that I did not like anyone, I understood that it was natural that no one was extremely pleased with me. This had been the case from the very beginning but was I lonely ' r ' Of course not. I had a wonderful friend; myself. I love myself. I am honestly and truthfully in love with myself. There is nothing I do that does not please myself. It is plain to see that I am an all- round girl: it is heart-breaking to realise what other people are missing by not accepting me. Being alone all the time, it would seem that I should have a little trouble keeping myself occupied and my spirits up. To most people this loneliness would cause extreme moodiness, but to me, certainly not. 1 am the happiest person you could meet. Why, I am the funniest person in the world: indeed I keep myself laughing for hours. 1 am extremely entertaining. I realise that other people finding themselves in this same situation would let their morale drop in order to obtain friends. This is not the case with me — because naturally, wanting to please no one but myself, I keep my morale up; in fact my morale is so high that on certain occasions I find myself patting me on the back. This, of course, is extremely satisfying because, as everyone knows, without a little bit of praise one loses confidence in oneself. I confide in myself. Never do 1 keep anything from myself. My most per- sonal prob lems are shared with myself and do you think myself turns around and repeats what I have told her? Certainly not. She realises the importance of a problem ' s being kept secret. When I am in trouble, myself and I always figure out the solution, for as you know, two heads are better than one! Myself is very brilliant. This is extremely lucky because, not having anyone else to assist me, one of us must be smart. Now I suppose you are wondering about the nice little things your friends do for you. Do you realise that there is not one soul who behaves better to me than myself. Why, not once have I caught myself yelling at me; not once have I caught myself talking about me behind my back. Then the most im- portant, thoughtful thing of all is — not once has myself gone downtown and forgotten to buy me something. Yes indeed, myself is terribly understanding. Who else would cry with you when you are crying? Truly you can see that I am certainly the most self-sufficient person you could ever meet and I shall continue to love myself until myself proves herself unworthy of my love! GAEL FERGUSON, Grade XII. Page 28

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i S.CM. Bazaar All records were beaten m fun and funds this year. Takings at the sale were $600. Expenses have to be deducted but nevertheless this represents a most tangible sign of school spirit both on the part of the students and the visitors. The money will be used not only for donations to the many causes which S.CM. supports but this year a pew will be given for Grace Chapel. What would happen if we could not travel? It would mean, for instance, that I could not go to Connecticut for Christmas. Travel is a must. We should not be as advanced as we are to-day but for travel. If the fashion changed, how should we ever get to know about it? I should never have been able to come to this school and Jcmene would never have been my room-mate, unless, of course, she swam from Columbia. It takes less than two hours to fly from Toronto to New York; from Hamburg to Toronto takes sixteen hours. It would be possible to go to a funeral in Europe and be on time, if you live on the North American continent. I do not think that space-ships are necessary for travel. What do we want of the moon or other planets? I think that we feel as comfortable down on earth. If I had a free ticket to the moon, I should sell it and take a trip on our world and see the beautiful sights our own planet has to offer. PETRA VON FESTENBERG, Grade IX. Page 27

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Cantata Grace Chapel, approaching her second Noel, initiated thoughts of the nativity season, and made the students of ' 58 the first to hear a cantata sung within her walls. During the week following, there was quiet, unboasting pride whenever the choir ' s performance was mentioned and real appreciation for the parts played by Dr. Osborne, Miss Vance and Miss Sinclair. The stu- dent soloists, Patricia Earle, Mary Bryans and Margaret Sutherland, will not soon forget Arthur Sommervell ' s Christmas . Almost the best part of going shopping is to see the decorations. The beautiful window display s never fail to produce awed Ohs and Ahs from the many eager admirers crowding around. The Christmas story is a favourite theme for these magnificent decorations as well as other colourful Christmas scenes. Inside the stores are beautiful arrangements of poinsettias, decorated wreaths, Christmas trees bright with coloured lights and massive fir boughs, often decorated with bells or huge bows. Of course there is the inevitable appearance of Santa and his busy elves. This is always most popular with the small fry. The jostling crowds of people scurry along, trying to do as much as they can cram into one day. A common sight at this time is the bright-eyed, excited children. They are all aglow with the expectancy of the approaching Christ- mas tide. The mingled sounds of laughter, chatter, Christmas carols, crunching snow, and the occasional ring of Salvation Army bells echo and re-echo on the crisp winter air. Sometimes even a tired, whimpering youngster can be heard amidst the din of shouts, secretive whispers and the humming and whistling of the ever-popular Christmas songs. In the stores, the salesgirls rush around trying to serve as many people as possible. Shoppers browse around looking for just the right gift for Mother, Father, sister, brother and many other important persons. All is hustle and bustle and there is hardly any time for window-gazing or any other such time- consuming luxury. But as the snow comes drifting down to coat the streets and sidewalks with a soft covering, you are suddenly filled with the spirit of if all and hurry back to decorate the Christmas tree. SUSAN PIPER, Grade IX. Page 29