Trafalgar Castle School - Yearbook (Whitby, Ontario Canada)

Text from Pages 1 - 166 of the 1963 volume:

ar)0 CoDeae Veritas v)rt us Venus tas You have now finished another year at O.L..C. I hope that is has been a most profitable one Some of you are returning this fall, and others will be going on to other fields of endeavour. My wish for you is that you may all discover the wonder of learning. One of my friends is leaving this week for Africa. He will serve in the University of Lagos Medical School for at least one year, and possibly more. One of his medical friends has just returned from a tour of duty in the same University and remarked to him: As soon as 1 can, I want to be back there again. These people are eager to learn. They can scarcely wait to enter their classes ! In between those lines I read a severe rebuke to those who merely dabble in learning . In the new countries of our world there is an eagernes s which puts us in our land to shame. Therefore, 1 say to you, run! Run to open the book, to fathom new truth, to scale every obstacle, and to achieve that freedom which is only won through discipline. The race, you know, is only won by the swift. Then as you mount the slope, remember that you do not face your task alone. You travel - or at least you can travel - in the fellowship of those who have gone through other difficulties in other days, and who in their turn were not alone, for God keeps watch above His own. Dear H H H Once again, your yearbook comes to you. It will provide for you memories of your year at Ontario Ladies ' College. It is sometimes only when an experience has reached it ' s close, and it can be seen in retrospect, that we are made aware of it ' s full significance and true proportions. Then the experience has run it ' s full course, and can be seen envisaged as a whole, what Shakespeare calls it ' s idea, it ' s essen- tial meaning and value may stand out with new clarity. The idea of her life shall sweetly creep. Into his study of the imagination; And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparell ' d in more precious habit, More moving - delicate and full of life Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she lived indeed. The word life recurs four times in these last few lines, three times as a noun and once as a verb. My greatest desire for each one of you is that you may find an insatiable zest for life. As you look back upon your year at O.L.C. I hope you may have found at least one true, lasting idea and some essential meaning about life. My own conviction is that there is no real meaning in life and no real value apart from God. I trust you may have experienced His presence here at O.L.C. this year. Affectionately yours, Mary Elizabeth Bone. Mr. McClellan Miss Sarjeant Miss Tamplin Mrs. Tait The academic year of 1962 63 has now come to a close. This fall some of the OLC students will embark on a new and interesting journey through institutes of higher learning. Others will return to OLC. At this point in life there are many opportunities standing before us. Ontario Ladies ' College provides us with various means to im.prove ourselves educationally and emotionally. An important factor in our school life is learning how to live with other girls. Social etiquette is something which we learn by experience during the year, however, most important is the preparation of ourselves for the future. What does education mean to us ? A woman is no longer a hom.emaker whose only interest i s her family. She must now take an active part in the working community. We can neither postpone nor forget the future - we are the adults of tomorrow in a modern era. Success certainly requires work, but doesn ' t anything? Why don ' t we take this chance to prove ourselves and our abilities ? This year our yearbook was printed at the school. On behalf of Karen and myself, I wish to thank Dr Osborne for the time and effort he has put into the publication of this book. We are also indebted to Mis s MuUings who has acted as a competent advisor throughout the year. A special thanks goes to Sheila Moore and Marjorie Maxwell who are responsible for the picture layouts. DOROTHY ELSIE T® ©urn Bg BDHIJATKS EairttBaE-y g)]lasa9BT]aire5aB sairas ffaaaBtt ffEeeesttiiiittg  iriigHQttffi3Btt ffjloDwsBiraB ffidDODm wilLIL wittBieEir,, SmmmnnDasir (fioDeeaB moDtt aallvsvaa-yaB sttay;; JLffisairm ttoD ttirmaBtt im sBaDinniaEttBaiimg Ban Baeir, [aawffi gBODTimiaB moBtiDlLaB oainmi iim wiiosw, Sosesft: ttBaos 5)asffl.irIL ooff gE mir«saBtt waittffiiraB, CAROLYN BOWMAN Carolyn was elected secretary-treasurer of the senior class last fall, and held this office during her year at OLC . She comes from Nev market, Ontario, and plans to attend Western University enrolling in General Arts. BONNIE BRYCE Because of her trip, Bonnie arrived at OLC late last fall from Ottawa. During the year she parti- cipated in Carter House Athletic activities . Plan- ing to enter the course in Dental Hygeine at the University of Toronto, Bonnie will make some lucky dentist an attractive co-worker. DONNA CAMPBELL Soupie has now completed her fifth year at OLC and plans to further her education by entering pre -medicine at the University of Toronto this fall. A member of the choir, Donna has also taken part in many house activities during the year . CLAIRE CHRIS TO Claire came to OLC from Kirkland Lake last fall and hopes to attend the Ontario Veterinary College at Guelph. She was elected class President and ably fulfilled her duties. A member of Maxwell House, Claire participated in the house activities throughout the year. PATRICIA COWAN Our May Queen and winner of the Beverly Knight shield, awarded to the friendliest girl, Patt a prefect for two years has been a bright light on the senior hall. She is going to Europe this sum- mer with the Commonwealth Youth Movement and plans to attend Western University in the fall taking social work. CONNIE CRESWICK Connie came to OL.C from Chile last fall, and will fly back to the sunny south as soon as school is out. She plans to attend the Unive rsity of Toronto taking modern languages. Connie also proved herself to be an excellent sub-captain for Hare House . V JOYCE DEWITT This has been our head prefect ' s third year at OLC. J oyce has cheerfully performed heJr duties as head girl and president of the Student Council during the year and has also been a member of the trampoline club. She plans to attend Mac - Master University this fall. An enthusiastic member of Maxwell House and a member of the school senior volleyball team, Janet has done her part to uphold school spirit. Now that she has completed her third and final year at OLC she plans to attend MacDonald Hall in Guelph enrolling in the Home Economics course. DOROTHY ELSIE Dorothy has been at OLC for five years , and was elected Editor of the yearbooklast fall. As cap- tain of Farewell House she has been firmly backed by all her Farewellites during the year . Dorothy plans to attend the University of Toronto, enrol- ing in pre -medicine NANCY -JO GAUTHIER Nancy-Jo ' s home is in Elliot Lake , Ontario. She has now completed her first year at OLC and plans to enter the General Arts course at Western Uni- versity in the fall . She has been a friendly person and a co-operative student throughout the year. LINDA HUME Linda has lived at OLC for a year. She came to Whitby last fall from Toronto but is returning to her former home in Vancouver during the sum mer. Linda hopes to continue her education at university next year. DONNA JUSSILA Donna comes from Carson. Ontario. As a cheer- ful member of Carter House, she spent her final year of high school at OLC. Fromhere she plans to go to Laurentian University closer to her home . MARILYN MAXWELL Marilyn has been at OLC for five years. As Editor of the yearbook last year and a prefect this year, she has certainly proved herself a capable person. Next year Marilyn hopes to attend the University of Toronto, enrolling in pre -medicine . KAREN PETURSSON Karen ' s home is in nearby Toronto. This has been her first year at OLC during which she was assistant editor of the yearbook and a capable captain of Maxwell House. She plans to attend York University in the fall. ELEANOR ROBERTSON Eleanor came to Whitby two years ago from the city of Ottawa. A friendly Farewellite, she has worn a cheerful smile throughout the year. Be- cause of her interest in children, Eleanor plans to enter nursing at the Sick Children ' s Hospital in Toronto. NANCY STEPHENSON Nancy has been a student at OLC for one year. She has been an enthusiastic member of Farewell House andhas participated in both volleyball and basketball. She is interested inNursing andhopes to begin her career at Toronto General Hospital. GAIL STODDART Gail came to OLC last fall for one year from Ottawa. She has been a friendly member of Hare House and a great gal on the senior hall. She plans to attend Western University in the fall where she will obtain her Bachelor of Arts. TIKO TADA Tiko came to OLC from Port Hope two years ago andhas been a member of Maxwell House . Next year she plans to attend the University of Toronto. LOIS WILSON Lois comes from Agincourt and has been a student at OLC for two years. During this time she has worked hard and remained a happy member of Carter House. Nextyearshe will go to Ryerson for further education. COLLEGE SONG Dear old Trafalgar Hear thou our hymn of praise Hearts full of love we raise proudly to thee. Thy splendour never falls, Truth dwells within thy walls, Thy beauty still enthralls, Dear O.L.C. Through thee we honour Truth, virtue, loveliness Thy friendships e ' er possess Our constancy. Thy spirit fills us through So we ' ll be ever true To our dear blue and blue Of O.L.C. O ' . Alma Mater, How can we from thee part. Thou only hast our heart. Dearest of schools. Thy glory we shall see Wherever we may be, Still love of O. L. C. Our future rules. uniotd re JANE ANGEL A real fast talker with lots to say, This Angel ' s head ' s in the clouds all day. From Newfoundland she proudly comes, And when in an argument she sticks to her guns CARMEN BROWN From Bermuda the island of paradise Comes Carmen our Prefect full of spice, Although a doctor she aspires to be Perhaps she ' ll change to therapy. 1 LINDA DALLIMORE Her children ' s names are all picked out, Redheads are her kind, But as to her immediate future, Questions fill her mind. MARGARET EDWARDS Midge has been here for seven years, And now she ' s leaving with many a tear. Nicaragua ' s her home and that ' s where she ' s bound, Best wishes. Midge - keep your feet on the ground . 4x WANDA FARIS Wanda is my roommate. Whose rising hour is always late, Make her bed, I always do, Still I ' ll be sorry when this year is through. LISA GIRVEN Lisa ' s always full of fun When she isn ' t on the run. Her room for half a year was Sue; She ' s mostly noted for shampoo. JULIA HAMILTON This bouncing prefect has a guy Whose name I ' ll tell you by and by. I suppose I may as well confess This kid ' s guy, - his name is Rumpelstiltskin ! BEVERLEY HARROP My roomie ' s always in a whirl, With letters to write, and hair to curl. Nova Scotia ' s her pride and joy For there he lives - her Blue Nose ' boy. GLORIA HEWLETT Never a dull moment for this gal in Room 133 She ' s busy with S.C.M. work and school activities, If you hear a noise that sounds like a bullet, Watch out! that ' s my roomie. She ' s Gloria Hewlett HEATHER LAKE Heather Lake lives on a bay, Where fish are brought in everyday Now she ' s here in Ontario to stay, I wonder what Heather has to say. DONNA LEDGER She wants to go to Angleterre To raise some purebred horses there Lets hope this kid never neglects. Her dealings with the opposite sex! JANET McRAE I guess there ' s one in every class - The very intelligentsia - type lass. But when we ' re scared and are not thinkin She keeps the old class ship from sinking. VALERIE MILLER Valerie Miller is my room-mate, I borrow all her stuff. And when she comes into the room. She gets iri quite a huff! LAUREEN MOODY With fun and frolic and laughter galore Laureen nails from a southern shore An interior decorator she hopes to be Unless cupid works like the busy bee. LINDA MULHOLLAND Five foot two, eyes of blue And a beauty contest winner, too. To travel widely is her aim. We hope someday she ' ll achieve fame WENDY PIPER This kid can put you in a fit, Because she ' s always playing spit Good are her marks; but bad her line Because she ' s always crooning Nein! KATHERINE POTTLE Talking, planning, choir and gym. Must keep in shape for that special him; But if a foreign missionary she hopes to be, How will she take Mark across the sea? ALLISON READ To O.L.C. this sweet gal came. She misses the boys, my what a shame! As compensation for this lack, She likes the school, and that ' s a fact! MARY ROBERTSON Crassus, as her name implies Is quite the girl when it comes to guys She ' s never early, always late Poor Mary! What will be her fate? VIVYAN SELF My roomie ' s name is Vivyan, Sometimes I think she ' s in oblivion. That friend who in the choir loft sits, Constantly sends her into fits. KATHERINE THORPE Tall and slim, here comes Kate, Always early, never late. Anyone her trouble can plainly see. She who would a teacher, must first a pupil be. ALIX TISDAJLL O.K. now Alix, get into bed, Turn off the radio, I ' m really dead. Now all is quiet, not a sound, not a peep, But not for long. . .Alix talks in her sleep! SUE WHYTE This kid is always in a spin About tenses, schoolwork and her men. Because this poem demands much wit, I feel that I must surely quit. CAROLYN CAMPBELL Carolyn, president of our class. Is certainly thought a wonderful lass, With a smile or a joke for all and sundry, We hope she never has a blue Monday. MARGO HUNT Margo, at first, appears quite quiet But watch her ! She ' s liable to start a riot. She speaks of Doug, of Billy and home, We wish her luck where e ' re she may roam MARGARET ANN LITTLE Distant Noranda is this girls ' home town, We hope she ' ll return with never a frown To Whitby ' s college, O.L.C. And treasurer for the S.C.M. continue to be m LYNN PURVIS My roomy is so very small Hardly know she ' s there at all She ' s had rough times with scavenger hunts I guess that happens to all the runts. PET SAYINGS First Row SUSAN FABER From now on. . , INDRA RAMCHARAN Have you seen Patt? PAMELA YAKE That fixed your clock. OLWEN BEATTY Oh, stop that! BRENDA BROOME She ' s always one step ahead of us . MARY BURNETT Sorry, Miss Bierworth SecondRow BRIGITTE CALLABRASS Mama VE-I ' d rather do it myself. HEATHER COWLE Dolly ' s always lonely HILDA CRESWICK Let ' s go for a walk! NANCY CROWE Oh, this leg! SANDRA GILL Oh? Good guess ! Second Row EDITH RANTOUL Guess what? I ' m going to New York in June! CHERYJL SACKETT and he said--- BONNIE SMITH What ' s up, doc ? JENNY SPRAGUE Getting up so early in the morning! MARY THOMAS Hush up, willya? JUDY THOMPSON Come on, Moore! SHIELA WOOD Where ' s Sue ? SUSAN HASTINGS Oh, get out! GRADE X 4. - kud ' M FAVOURITE EXPRESSIONS First Row JOANNE AMES: I just about died. SUSAN ARMSTRONG: Well, I ' vegotaC.P SALLY BAYER: Hi Partner ! JOY DAVY: You sweet little thing. . . MARY LOUISE DONALD: Oh that lady drives me. . . JEAN FABER: Can I have an elastic for my palm tree? SARAH FYSHE: You rang? Second Row BARBARA HARDING: I ' m sorry! LESLEY HILL: I really do like basketball, not just those D.M.C.T. playe rs ! JANE IRWIN: Well I don ' t know ! BARBARA JUPP: Oh Dave! My mother saw us! SUE KING: Well, I thought I ' d die! SHERYL KNISLEY: Do I or don ' t I? Only my hair knows for sure. . BETTY MARSHALL: Gosh, all I have to do is dream! First Row HEATHER Mcintosh : Do you MIND! ELISE OUGHT RED: Sheryl? Come here !! WENDY SCHLOEN: Isn ' t that a corker ! SHIRLEY STORM: I ' m going to flatten you! SANDRA STOUTT: Brian doesn ' t find those bucket seats a hindrance. Second Row MARY JANE TIJLSWORTH: She ' s speechless - her heart ' s with Etobicoke C. 1. HEATHER THOMPSON: Oh ! Stormy !! HELEN WHITING: Everything is better in B.C. GRADE XI PET PEEVES and or FAVOURITE EXPRESSIONS: First Row JULIA ADDISON - Germ spreading by osculating MARGARET BRAUND - Spit MARY -JEAN CAMERON - Sim? ? ? ? ROSEMARY CHAPMAN - Don ' t call me Rosie! SHARON GREGG - People who borrow my clothes Second Row SUSAN HALL - Got another letter JULIE JARVIS - If it ' s not one extreme, it ' s the other. PATRICIA JONES - Where is that letter from Kars?? LINDA LAUDER - Bruce?? First Row MARJORIE MAXWELL - Let ' s all go to St. Catharines . MARY McCartney - One more Bunny won ' t hurt my collection. DIANE McCORMlCK - It ' s just the greatest thing ever! ROBIN McGIBBON - That ' s a gas! ANN McWHIR - Oh, you guys ! Second Row SHEILA MOORE - Well, what ' s the scoop? CAROL RICHARDSON - Donna, Shut up! ! DIANNE SMYTH - Thought I got mail but Smith got it DAWN SIMONS - O.L.C. pillows CAROLYN TANNER - That ' s a lot of barf. First Row DOROTHY -MAY TATEM - Oh, Woman! DONNA WALL - Of all the Gall ! LINDA WILLAN - Ever so posh! MARGARET WOOD - Ronnie, call me when you get a chance DORIS WOODHAM - Oh, no, that ' s Dave! PATRICIA YAKE - You can ' t win ' em all. Second Row PHYLLIS YAKE - That ' s life! The student council consisting of the class presidents, the house captains the prefects, an executive and a staff advisor, is the organiz- ation in charge of arranging school dances and other annual events, and of discussing different phases of school life. This year the head prefect, Joyce DeWitt, had the invaluable assistance of the other two senior prefects, Patt Cowan and Marilyn Maxwell; and of the treasurer, Janet Dilworth, the secretary, Eleanor Robertson; Miss Bone was the Staff Advisor . On Class Day, the Council was proud to present to Dr. Osborne a gift from the students which will be used as a bursary to help deserving O.L.C. pupils in the future. First Row: Miss Bone, Joyce DeWitt, Marilyn Maxwell, Julie Jarvis. Second Row: Wendy Schloen, Eleanor Robertson, Janet Dilworth, Claire Christo, Carolyn Campbell. Third Row: Karen Petursson, Carmen Brown, Patt Cowan, Julia Hamilton. Absent: Dorothy Elsie, Hilda Creswick ff BBLE fffffi: 31 ITS SSTTHUBDKlSnr (CfflB8LlSTIA]SI MOVKMEIWIT This year the S.C.M. executive is as follows; Carmen Brown president, Gloria Hewlett vice-president, Wendy Piper secretary, and Margaret Anne Little treasurer. It has been the aim of the S.CM. to establish a feeling of good will and friendly co-operation not only through the Saturday morning ' oysters ' but also world wide; and to help support a Foster child in Korea, and a mission in Kenya. With the aid of Miss Bone and Mrs. Hewitson, the S.C.M. tea and sale of work was a great success, the proceeds of which combined with the collection fromSunday morning services are being donated to worthy causes. Sitting: Miss Bone, Carmen Brown, Mrs. Hewitson. Standing: Wendy Piper, Gloria Hewlett, Margaret Ann Little. ATffllLETIIC ASSOOIATTISDM This year, with Mrs . Andrew ' s expertadvice , the A . A . went about it ' s duties of organizing inter-house and inter-school sports. The members of the A. A. are as follows: Julia Hamilton president, Wendy Piper vice - president, Lynn Purvis secretary, Kathryn Thorpe treasurer. House Captains - Dorothy Elsie, Carmen Brown, Karen Petursson, Julia Ham- ilton. Sub -Captains - Robin McGibbon, Connie Creswick, Lisa Girven, Midge Edwards : Sports Captains, - Laureen Moody , MargoHunt, Diane McCormick, Bonnie Wood. Thanks to all who helped make the A. A. so successful this year. Left to Right: Lynn Purvis, Mrs. Andrew, Julia Hamilton, Wendy Piper, Kathy Thorpe. yearLoL Staff 1963 Dorothy Elsie Editor Karen Petursson Assistant Editor Sheila Moore Marjorie Maxwell Picture Layouts Katherine Pottle Photography Beverly Harrop Art Janet McRae Literary Miss Mailings Faculty Advisor Graduate Photographs by Mr. Leroy Toll. What is a yearbook? More than anything else, for us it is a memory a memory of events that occurred here, at Ontario Ladies College. We are following in the footsteps of hundreds of girls who, like us, were learning to be ladies .... They, too, assembled inhouse lines before each meal. They, too, had their hours in study hall, their worries about the formal, their Christmas parties, and their senior dinner. All of these events were recorded in their yearbooks as they are in ours, for that is tradition. But a yearbook is more than a chronicle of events as recorded in a ships ' log. It is a clarion cry, or a whisper, that summons forth the faces of friends from the past. I ' ve heard that a school is only as good as its students. Doesn ' t it follow, then, that a yearbook is only as good as its school? The voice of the College, 1963 edition will be, I hope, that good book we curl up with on some stormy night in the future. Meanwhile, whenever you want to unlock the door to memories of O.L.C., just pick up your yearbook - it ' s the best key I can think of! First Row: Lynn Purvis, Diane Smythe, Julia Hamilton, Karen Petursson, Kathy Thorpe, Miss Sarjeant. Second Row: Pat Jones, Wendy Schloen, Susan Hastings, Lisa Girven, Robin McGibbon, Kathryn Pottle. Third Row: Julia Addison, Donna Campbell, Sharon Gregg, Ann Mc Whir . Once again this year the ' a cappella ' Choir was led most capably by Dr. Osborne, assisted by Miss Sarjeant. At the beginning of the year we elected Jan Bailey president, with Lisa Girven and Robin McGibbon librarians. Each week we have had two practises, one on Fridays at five o ' clock, and the other on Sunday mornings. We sixteen have enjoyed leading the daily worship and Sunday ser - ices in the Grace Chapel. We also participated in the annual Ceremony of Carols at Christmastime, and sang one evening at the Fairlawn United Church in Toronto. I ' m sure whenever any of us hears Healey Willan ' s motet, If ye love me, keep my commandments, she will remember the joy and satisfaction gained from being a member of the school choir. Karen E. Petursson, Grade XII 1 Come on Carter - lets go first this time! shouts Julie Hamilton our able house captain, while good old Midge Edwards marshalls us all in order, muttering quietly under her breath. We ' re all proud of our Sub -captain and House -captain who certainly did a splendid job this year in organization of our house. During the school year our more athletic members demonstrated their skill and sportsmanship in both the Volleyball and Basketball teams. We did not win these tournaments but we certainly enjoyed playing those games. The teams are as follows: Volleyball Basketball J.Faber C. Pottle D.Campbell J.Faber M. McCartney M.Edwards S.Gill B.Wood L. Willan V.Miller J.Hamilton M. McCartney M.Edwards J.Hamilton B.Bryce L. Willan M.Moore M.Moore S.Moore S.Moore Thanks Bonnie, for your fine leadership! It was a great year for us all - one we will not f of get! Sheila Moore Grade XI arewe it J4. ou6e Hurry Farewell come the calls Beckoning Farewellites from the halls, Hurry to lines lest the point we miss, We won ' t spoil our captain ' s bliss. Monday morning ' s a different story For the sight of Farewell is quite deploring. 7. 30 ' s too early for most of us then, After a pretty rough weekend with all those men! Though we might be no helpon the house-points each day: On field days watch us win that relay. The running, though the spirit great. But, be careful! for watching is our Mrs. Tait. Then there ' s the bazaar, or the S.C.M. tea. Which means decorations, more work; and, dear me We fuss and fume and tear out our hair, But results are worth it for dear old Fare. And now the year is at a close, And we have done our work, heaven knows. When we again next year snail meet, So win, win, win, will be our feat. Robin McGibbon Grade XI Toothpaste, ink and food stains Are all that shield our pride - That ' s because behind them Our precious ' blue ties ' hide! Karen is our Captain, Any better you won ' t find. Without her constant sound advice Our shoes would not be shined! Jan began the year as Sub -Captain, But left us for the West. Now it ' s Lisa Girven, Put in by our request. Dinah is our Sports Captain And straightens us at ' lines. ' We rarely get to go in first - But no one really nninds ! We entered into sports events And didn ' t exactly win - Accepted the fact that we were ' beat ' And faced it with a grin. Now the year is closing; We all must say good-bye. Hoping to meet again next year Wearing our Maxwell ties ! Wendy Schloen Grade X Sitting: Jean Faber, Diane McCormick, Carolyn Tanner, Mary McCartney, (captain) Sheila Moore, Leslie Hill, Sally Bayer . Standing: Dorothy-May Tatem, Rosemary Chapman, Phyllis Yake, Sandra Gill, Sheryl Knisley, Elise Oughtred, Sarah Fyshe. Sitting: Alix Tisdall, Julia Hamilton, Laureen Moody, (captain) Wanda Paris, Kathy Pottle. Standing: Dorothy -May Tatem, Wendy Piper, Kathy Thorpe, Lynn Purvis, Carmen Brown, Carolyn Campbell, Diane McCormick. Sitting: Jean Faber, Joy Davey, Mary McCartney (captain), Carolyn Tanner, Sheila Moore. Standing: Rosemary Chapman, Sandra Gill, Sarah Fyshe Dorothy - May Tatem, Diane McCormick. Standing: Midge Edwards, Wendy Piper, Kathy Thorpe, Lynn Pur is, Carmen Brown, Valerie Miller. This dear little girl you see here is our foster child, Choi Hong Sook. HongSook has been ours almost two years now. She is from Korea, and lives with her family in a two-room hut among the poorest of families in the slums of Seoul. Her father made his living as a frame -porter carry- ing heavy loads suspended from bamboo poles . He had been ill for quite sometime, but they had neither the money or the means for medical care. He has just recently died leaving Hong Sook ' s mother to care for her, her two sisters, and four brothers . Her mother peddles vege - tables -earning 30 on her best days. Since her father ' s death they have rent- ed one room for approximately 1 a day. Hong Sook will be ten this May. She is in school, in a grade equivalent to our grade two or three. She enjoys her studies, and is very grateful for the opportunity to learn. She has a cheerful spirit which has not been dampened either by the rough climate or by privation. Periodically we receive letters from Hong Sook wich assure us of this fact. Each month the Plan provides a cash grant of eight dollars, food and clothing. For special occasions such as Christmas, Easter, and birthdays, my assistant Lisa Girven and 1 enjoy shopping for Hong Sook. Clothing and warm blankets are the practical things. Hong Sook is the first foster child we have had, and I ' m certain, not the last, It has been a wonderful experience for us I know, for we now have a better knowledge and understanding of the great problem overseas. Robin McGibbon Grade XI S.C.M. Tea and Sale of Work Patt Cowan cut the ribbon that opened our very successful S.C.M. Tea and Sale of Work this year. We altered tradition a bit by putting emphasis on the Tea, but the girls showed their s chool spirit by working hard to make the house tables look attractive. These were laden with goods that the girls contributed themselves, which were priced by the S.C.M. executive and our dean , Miss Bone. The Home Economics students gained experience in party planning and sandwich-making, as they prepared the refreshments, under the capable supervision of our Home Ec onomics teacher, Mrs. Hewitson. The servers were also from the Home Economics course, and were guided by Margaret Edwards . Altogether, the tea and sale of work raised $ 294.00. Special thanks go to Mrs . Osborne and Mrs . Hewitson for their capable supervision. Not long ago, O.L.C. planned a trip, We didn ' t know where, it was kept a secret. We piled on the buses with goodies and pop - This stuff we ' d sneaked on - in case ' twas non-stop! We arrived there for dinner and looked all around. There wasn ' t a soul, there wasn ' t a sound. We each grabbed a roona and left all our junk. There were very few shelves - so clothes stayed in the trunk. The following day was Initiation Which resulted for many in irritation. The old girls forced us to dress in pyjamas. And several of them took pictures with cameras. Our faces were smeared with lipstick and mud. After that treatment those girls weren ' t our buds Grade twelves were tied together with string. To move ' round was an impossible thing. Some of the girls had to crawl on the ground And push stones with their noses, not making a sound. When mealtime came, new girls were last We sat there and watched them eat our repast When they were finished they gave us some food. Some of those old girls were certainly rude! Once the lunch was a Silent Meal Then if you uttered a sound, the old girls could steal - A knife or a fork or whatever they wished And you were forced to lick food from the rUsh ! After that day the weekend was fun. We swam, and we sat, and soaked up the sun - Volleyball games were held out on the lawn, And often were played ' til daylight was gone. Staggering about, exhausted and tired, We all seated ourselves around a campfire There, songs were sung and stories were told. And later that night, we all trooped off to bed. I think I ' m writing this poem for all, And I ' m sure they agree. It was really a ball! Valerie Miller Grade Xll Stratford At nine o ' clock Saturday morning, September 22nd, a bus carrying eignty girls left tfie Castle bound for Stratford. The girls on board were all in good spirits, singing, laugning and happy at the prospect of a trip to Stratford. We travelled until noon when we stopped at Preston for lunch at a most modern and unusual restaurant, the Knotty Pine . Eighty girls in O. L. C. uniform invaded the building, some stopped to buy souvenirs in the little curiosity shop on the ground floor , others climbed the winding, stone stair case to the restaurant above . After a half an hour rest here, we were once more on our way. We arrived in Stratford at 2:oo p.m. and had an hour to spare during which most of us strolled along the lovely Avon River, pausing now and then to watch the swans and ducks. Students from all across Ontario were wandering around the parkways that afternoon before the perform- ance. At 3:oo p.m. we were in our seats in the theatre ready for the open- ing act of the Tempest with William Hutt, Peter Donat and Martha Henry as the leading performers. The performance was delightful and at the end of the play Mr. Donat came out and informed us tJiat he was willing to give us a question-answer period. He answer ed as many ques - tions as possible that were asked by any of the 1200 students filling the theatre that afternoon. This was most interesting and very informative. After a half an hour of questioning, we left the theatre and headed for the United Church in Stratford where the Women ' s group graciously served us our dinner. After dinner, eighty tired girls, foot-sore and weary, dragged themselves back to the buses. They were resigned to their long trip home to the Castle. Nancy-Jo Gauthier, Grade XI 11 The night of December 1st will not be forgotten at O.L.C, the decorating committee, under Diane McCormick and Marjorie Maxwell, put much time and effort into the decorations. It was a novel idea to have the crowning of the queen take place in a sleigh, driven by the traditional red-nosed reindeer. Claire Christo was chosen as Queen of the Dance and Nancy Stephenson and Joy Davy as Princesses. Music was supplied by the crazy Eight band. At eleven o ' clock Miss McDonaldhad a delicious meal prepared for us. Twelve o ' clock and the Last Dance came too soon - needless to say, we were sorry to see the boys depart ! On January 24, 1963 we enjoyed the annual Fashion Show presented by the girls of Mrs. Hewitson ' s sewing class. The Parade of Fashion swept by us at our tables bringing us glimpses into the personalities and abilities of our future homenaakers . Smart suits dominated the show and were supplemented by beautiful afternoon dresses and evening gowns. Every hue: rich warm browns ; cheeryreds; all tones of blue, green, and of course, black, white, grey, and beiges. Wool, cotton, bedford cord, chantung, brocade, peau-de -sole, silk, and viyella - these were the materials used in the making of these beautiful additions to the girls ' personalwardrobes. Summer, winter, spring, and fall - every season was represented. The girls enjoyed the modelling, and we, the show! Karen E. Petursson Grade Xll 1 Three Cheers for Farewell! The 1962 volleyball season has come to a close for another year at O.Li.C, with Farewell House winning the series. Not many spectators were at the games to cheer their teams on to victory, but I ' m sure all the players will agree that there were some very exciting moments. Spirits ran high, as did the shrieks and groans. Anyone in the vicinity of the gym between the hours of 3:30 and 5:30 on Dec. 5 will know what I mean. Wednesday, Dec. 5, was the date of the playoffs. Carter won the best out of three games against Hare. Farewell won two games against Maxwell. After a fifteen minute break, Carter and Farewell began a best out of three series to determine the 1962 champions . In the first game Carter won. Great serving. Midge! The next two games fell to Farewell, making Farewell champions for ' 62. Congratulations, Farewell! Best of luck next year , Carter, Maxwell, and Hare. Nancy Stephenson Grade XI 11 ;4 Zue ft nd 4tte«t€ta THE MAY FESTIVAL 1962 TKcUf Z CUf 1963 F RIENDSHIP Race Relations Wait! I mean you standing there under the Union Jack! Why are you patting yourself on the back? Before you look so accusingly on the black and white problem in your neighbouring nation, you ought to take a long, hard look at your own country. Do you know that skilled workers are being turned down, possibly at this very moment, because of their race? Do you know that a mining company has hired an unskilled worker for only three months, because the risk involved in a longer term is too great? Do you know that a small boy is being spurnedby his classmates because of his race? This and more. What do you know of the Canadian Indian, his murky past, and his gloomy future? From the moment the first white man set his foot in North America, the Indian has been subjected to abuse and exploitation. First, he was encouraged to trade his furs for brandy, brandy that the traders well knew would lead to chaos, with brother killing brother. Steadily the white man pushed toward the Pacific, scattering the Indians as they went, scattering them to the northern reaches of our great country. North where the government still keeps them. North to reservations, far from towns, industries, and employment. North where they must deperd on government grants and Christmas handouts from complacent philan- thropists. They must depend, depend, depend, - depend until spirit is lost and hope dies out. But you defend yourself, and tell of the schools that government and churches operate. The schools that operate and turn out young people with minds sharpened against their fate . Back they go to the reservations . No one is inter ested in their knowledge . No white parents want an Indian teaching their children. No one wants an Indian in his office or factory. So return they must. Resentment grows until it is as if innate. The mind that is so keen loses its sharpness each time a parcel is dropped from a plane, each time the government sends another grant. Finally, there is nothing but despair and resentment but it too fades and dies out Not soon will I for get the look of contempt I received from a handsome young Indian as I walked down a street in Schefferville, Quebec last summer. Until I felt that look I had never been aware of these native Canadians and their desperate need to be accepted. He must have known that I had been whisked into this wilderness town, aglow with idealism, and that just as soon I would be whisked away. Away to a world where I would bypass opportunity after opportunity, reeling with the drunkenness of my own complacency. It is hard to be looked at by eyes full of hatred but it is harder still to be looked at by eyes that do not see . The eyes of the aged who have taught themselves that the only way to dull the sharp edge of resentment in their souls is to pretend that the white man does not exist. Yes, stop, you with the patriotic lustre in your eyes, you with the shadow of the fleur-de-lis creeping stealthily across your province; you with visions of shimmering wheat fields; you emptying your lobster traps - stop! Stop all of you! In this land of opportunity a young man is standing trapped, trapped in a prison of tundra. Patt Cowan Grade XI 1 1 On Writing Examinations It is precisely 12:oo P.M., but as I move down a long, lonely hall, I know that all is not well. Here and there I see a faint glimmer of light, giving evidence that some poor soul is still toiling at his studies. On the stairway I find a small box which once contained some No -Nod pills, but now lies in silence, slightly trodden upon and torn. As I pass a room I hear someone muttering a Latin verb, and still another having nightmares in Ancient History. I begin to conjugate a French verb, as I slowly wend my way back to my room. Now it is 4 A.M. The silver moon sails behind a cloud, and the sleeping world seems to be covered in a gray blanket of content. But wait! The shrill ring of an alarmclock pierces the still air, and a deep thud is heard as someone tumbles out of bed in trying to shut off the alarm, and lands on the cold, hard floor. I hear some plaster falling between the walls, then all is silent once more. Off in the distance the rising bell goes, and I am vaguely aware of someone pulling at my feet in an effort to get me up. As I weave rather dizzily in the general direction of the bathroom a deathly fear clutches at my throat, and I realize that today we begin examinations. Suddenly I begin to wonder why. . . Why all this bother because we are writing examinations? Surely this isn ' t the reason why we go to school! Our education will be useful to us all our lives, yet we will not learn until we are forced to, and even then we learn only what we have to for the exam, and quickly forget it after wards . We have come to take our education for granted, and do not have the thirst for learning which exists in countries where it is difficult and costly to secure an education. I begin to mumble something about living in Africa and someone nearby stares at me in terror and says, But we didn ' t have to learn Africa for the exam, did we? I quickly calm her down, then I tu rn slowly, and, staring at my own rather chewed fingernails , I stumble back to my room. Carolyn Tanner Grade XI Evening Chuckle ? ? The night was warm, The room was dark There was no light. Not e ' en a spark Shone on the two As they sat alone - The little brown dog And the chicken bone ! Carolyn Campbell. Grade XI 1 Rich Young Ruler He came, owner of many lands Some bought with money. Some bought with toil, Some bought with blood. He came, proud of his possessions - His gleaming grain fields. His sprawling cities, His towering forests. He came, in fear of death, Seeking a dream. Fearfully, but proudly To ask eternal life. He heard with growing wonder, Sell all you have Give to the poor . This is the price. He went, head hung in sorrow Bound by comforts chain From paying now gladly The price of life eternal. Janet McKae Grade XI 1 They Couldn ' t Put It Over She stood outside the room and listened intently to the muffled voices. She had been suspicious but now her suspicions were confirmed. She heard her daughter saying, Yes, you are right, I guess. Tonight is the best time The other speaker whom she recognized as her son-in-law replied The sooner, the better. It should just take a few minutes for her to -- But Jim, are you sure? her daughter interrupted. Yes, nowdon ' tyou worry, honey. She is so old she probably won ' t even realize what is happening. She did not wait to hear the rest of the conversation but hurried upstairs and after locking her door, she sat down. She was not really shocked at what she had overheard, for she had sensed for awhile that they were going to kill her. She had noticed lately how secretive Pam and her husband had been, watching her anxiously for any signs of recognition, and how relieved they had been when she returned only blank stares. She was not upset like other people might, after overhearing their planned murder because she realized she was going to die very soon anyway: She did agree that she was old, and did get a little confused at times, but she felt that these were no excuses for the younger generation not to have any time or use for their elders . Her thoughts were interrupted by her daughter ' s voice calling her to dinner. Carefully she got up and after making sure she was ready, she unlocked her bedroom door and went downstairs. Seated at the table, she became aware of a tense silence. Mother, when are you going to start eating ? There was no response . Mother, the anxious voice began again. Pardon, - did you say something dear - I was just - Oh Mother, Pam interrupted angrily, You are getting to be so absent minded Honey J im quietly said, I don ' t think your mother is feeling well. They both looked at her and found her off in one of her trances again. Pam leaned over to her husband and whispered, Maybe we should wait - No, was the decisive answer. Slowly the Mother looked at Pam and then Jim. I ' m not hungry, thank you, she replied as if they had just asked the question instead of ten minutes ago. There was another awkward silence. Pam got up out of her chair, turned her back and began fumbling in her pocket. Her mother watched her, waiting. Pam began to speak buther words were cut off by tlie sound of three gun shots . Jim was lying in a pool of blood, on the table and Pam had a startled look on her face as she crumpled to the floor, dead. The Mother sat in her chair for a minute, and then s lowly got up and walked over to her daughters dead body. She gazed at Pam and then something caught her eye. Even as she stood there gazing at her Birthday present clutched in Pam ' s hand, she heard her daughter ' s words, Oh Mother, you are getting to be so absent-minded. Lesley Hill Grade X One day an amoeba in a fit of derision Felt it was time for binary fission. Now this young and fastidious mater Lined up her chromosomes at the equator. In homologous pairs, of course. All these chromosomes tried not to dwindle. And arranged themselves about the spindle, They found it necessary to break at the bend And migrate to either end. Creating daughter cells, of course. These daughter cells together did stick Until the protoplasm began to constrict. Equal amounts of chromosomes they contain, To enable them to be exactly the same. They ' ll continue the process, of course! Patt Cowan Grade XI 11 The London Lorry I say there old man, that light was red! yelled the bobby on point duty as I crept to a stop. But officer, I That light was red and you went through it; I ' ve got no mercy for ya ! But Be at 1991 1 Muel Street at 9:25 Friday morning, or else ! he said as he wrote out a ticket and handed it to me. All right, officer. I said, and drove away, as I was already twenty minutes late in picking up my passenger. Upon driving to the booking office, I saw a very distinguished looking gentleman. He was between forty-eight and fifty-two years old, and with stunning features; grey-black hair, pointed chin and eyes with a sym- pathetic glow. He had on a dark brown tailored suit. Hunting Stewart waistcoat, black boots, and a black bowler. Are you Mr. ... I started to say when he interrupted me. Come on old chap, I haven ' t got all day. You ' ve got ten minutes to get me to Moore ' s House or I ll report you! I ' ll just do that, governor Picking up speed, I got all the lights and took the back roads I knew. As I dropped Mr. Jay at the lift in Moore ' s House I glanced at my watch and commented, Only seven minutes and twenty-seven seconds, governor! Heather Mcintosh Grade X The Poor are Rich He who would truly feel for the poor must do more than read and talk about them. He must visit them; speak to them; try to help them. In order to understand the poor and their emotions, he should go to them as a friend, not as a person who considers himself higher then these poor unfortunate people. He may find that even though these people are poor in material things, they are rich in the spiritual things . By visiting their homes, meeting their families, and seeing how they take their problems in stride, never losing faith in a promising future, he may find the poor are rich. Sheryl Knisley Grade X storm Gathering The moon was pale on the snowy vale As the aching sun sank down After tracing it ' s way, through the sun-lit day O ' er the little harbour town. The stars bore down with a ceaseless frown On a sleeping sea, that stirred. Aroused from dream by a night moon beam, Like the transient flight of a bird. The harbour light wasn ' t seen that night As it faithfully circled the shore. T ' was not that its strength was decreased by length. But the pow ' r of the moon was more. As the fog rolled in, the deathly din Of a tolling bell was heard And the gulls rose forth and winged to the North As though from a sign or word. And the bare trees bent with a lowness lent From natures piety; The warring wind-god from the land of Nod Was the night ' s sole deity. The pale disc quivered - it could have shivered As the mist swept it from the sky The wind kept in a cage, now lept with a rage And howled it ' s challenge on high No mortalsappease these angry seas As they storm their way to the dell. For if you try, you must surely die The Commonwealth Youth Movement was launched from Canada in 1937 and this summer celebrated it ' s 25th anniversary Quest. The founder of this wide -spread youth group is Major F.J.Ney who, at the age of 78, is stillleading the movement. Participating in the 1962 Quest were over seventy-five young people from twenty-two different countries of the Commonwealth, ranging in age from 16 to 25. Because we visitedHolland and Germany during our Quest, two Honourary members from both of these countries were also included. The uniform I wore, was the very conspicuous red blazer of the Commonwealth Youth Movement. Our red coats could be quickly no- ticed wherever we went so we had to be on our best behavior at all times. We learned quickly that our uniform was something indeed to be proud of, and so a long list of rules wasn ' t needed. Every summer the Quest spends two days in Ottawa before sailing from Montreal. Mr. Bowler, the chairman of the Royal Commonwealth Society in Ottawa, asked me to house two girls the summer before last while they were in Ottawa. This was my introduction to the Commonwealth Youth Movement, and it was through Mr . Bowler that my application was accepted by Major Ney. There has only been one Quest in Canada, in 1959, but it is hoped that the Quest will come to Canada in 1967. Youhave proba bly been wondering at my use of the term ' Quest ' rather than ' trip ' or ' tour . Last summer I was not on a mere pleasure trip to Europe, Iwas onaQuest. As a Questor, I had to pledge myself to serve my God, my Queen, and my Country, and to seek constantly all that is good. The aims of this movement are peace, brotherhood and under- standing between the countries of the Commonwealth. In our group were Negroes, Chinese, Indians, Whites, Muslims, Jews, Catholics and Protestants - every colour, every faith. Despite the differences in our background and customs we found we were really all the same. The climax of the summer was our Vigil in Winchester Cathedral. Starting at 8:30 p.m. Questors kept a watch, through the night, four at a time, changing at half -hour intervals. Twobanners and a sword were carried slowly up the aisle and placed reverently on the altar. The four Questors stepped back and then knelt before the altar until the bugle sounded the end of their watch. The sword and banners were carried back down the aisle and handed to the new watch. These watches were continued until dawn. The significance of the sword, carried hilt up, is peace. This sword was presented to Major Ney on the morning of Armistice Day, Nov. 11th, 1918. The two banners picture the emblem of the C. Y.M: the mounted charger, and were made by two Questors in 1958. I should like to give you now, a brief outline of the different places I visited. We sailed from Montreal on the Empress of Britain and landed in Greenock, Scotland. We travelled by coach to Glasgow, Edinburgh, and then down the east coast of England to London for ten days. We took a train to Dover , and then the ferry across the English Channel to Ostende, Belgium; we travelled by coach to Holland and Germany. We flew from Bonn to West Berlin and back, and then took the train back to Ostende. Crossing the channel once more, we travelled along the southern coast of England, through Wenchester, over to the Isle of Wight, Bath, Hereford, Stratford, and then Liverpool. Finally, we sailed home, once again on the Empress of Britain. I close with a favourite prayer of all Questors in the Commonwealth Youth Movement: Teach us, good Lord, to serve Thee as Thou deservest. To give - and not to count the cost. To fight - and not to heed the wounds. To toil - and not to seek for rest. To labour, - and not to ask for any reward Save that of knowing that we do Thy will. Bonnie Bryce Grade XI 11 To An English Teacher Dear Teacher, I must really admit This poetry has me in a snit Where it starts, where it ends, I don ' t know on what this depends For making verses rhyme you ' ll agree, Someone else must hold the key. My verbs are wrong, my grammar ' s crazy Does this mean my brain is lazy? I guess this poem wouldn ' t sell in Paris But what do you expect from a Faris? Wanda Faris Grade XII The Pen is Mightier than the Sword: Idealists, reformers, and fanatics can inculcate in us, by their wri- ting, a desire to fight for their cause. By appealing to our patriotism, love of democracy, or sense of freedom, they are able to reach us with a force greater than pnysical violence. Why? When we read, we associate our own emotions wi th the feelings of the author, and the best literature, to us, is that whicn enables us to feel most strongly - to sense exactly, the emotions the writer is trying to give to us. This empathy may arouse our nobler emotions , or our basest, crudest, wildest instincts. Sometimes, people read into a piece of literature, stronger emotions than those which the writerhad, or associate them with wrong things , such as their ownfoolish desires, instead of self -sacrificing patriotism . Then they will act foolishly, believing this to be right. Such was the type of mass hysteria produced by idealists such as Voltaire. The people of his country weren ' t interested in his practical ideas for reforms; his idealist sense of justice caught th m up in the turmoil of revolution. We can associate more with the written word than by watching and listening to other people emote, or expound their ideas . This is because we are watching them, and our mind is taking in tneir emotions , and not absorbing their ideas as strongly in the associating sense . We sense that they feel strongly about something, but this has less force within our minds than if they had written how they felt. I am not sure whether I agree with Wordsworth ' s idea of recollecting emotions in tranquillity and then writing them down. I believe that writing is apt to contain more force if the writer writes under the pressure of his first (wilder) emotions, because the works he uses may contain deeper feeling then. A person may be able to think more clearly after he has experienced something, but tne force of first experience is greater when it is first aroused. As younger people haven ' t yet learned to control tneir emotions , they are apt to be more radical and idealistic than older people. They are just discovering profound truths in writing, and are learning for the fir st time of the social and political injustices of their time. They feel that something must be done now to alleviate all the pain and suffering and distress of the nation, and the ideal of truth and honour and justice is new in them, unmarred by disillusioning experience and failure. As they mature, they tend to lose their idealism and become more conservative in all their dealings and feelings . This is a pity, because, when they read about fresh idealistic ideas, they turn away from them, immediately disheartened by the uselessness of change and revolution . One could say that younger people feel more, because emoting is new to them. It ' s like diving from a high diving board for the first time; terror and pride and maybe joy, are all being sensed in about five seconds. Then, after- wards, they can look back and laugh at themselves, or feel proud, but it isn ' t the same as when they were plunging through the air. Although we may experience a similar emotion to the writer ' s as we readhis work, we can ' t capture the exact thrill of perfect emoting that he may have had, because we relate his works to our lives and the feelings we have felt. When an emotion is explained, it is lessened. This is the same as the old aphorism: A trouble shared is a trouble halfed explanations decrease the thrill of emoting . They deaden the nerve ends, so to speak. However, they can make us want to discover the same things for ourselves, and a sense of direction in emoting will help us discover who and what we are. B.J. Harrop Grade XI 1 Some people we meet on the pathway of life We are apt to forget in a while. And some we remember. . .perhaps for a deed, Perhaps for a word, or a smile. And there are a few who remain in our hearts On whom we can always depend: The friends who are true all the changing years through; And their friendships , e ' er dear, never end. The Pure White Snow I love to see the snow come down. Falling lightly o ' er the town; Children playing in the snow; Happiest time they ' ll ever know. It covers fields and grass so gree Making streets all white and clear Winds will come and pile it high. Gusty breezes make it fly. Sun will come; it melts away, Making rivers to the bay, Winter ' s months and days are done; Spring and warmer days have come. Heather Cowle IX School Spirit We were two touchdowns behind. The third quarter was flying to a close. What were we to do? This was the most important game of the season and we were losing . As we sat, soaked to the skin in the drenching mud, we wondered why our boys didn ' t seem to have any power and drive. We looked at the fans. They were scattered throughout the bleachers, some in disinterested huddles, some wandering around looking for the closest exit and some were, I know, wondering the same question as we were. We had as many, if not more fans than the Collegiate had but they seemed to be out-shining us in play, cheers, noise and enthusiasm. Where was our school spirit? Where was our enthusiasm? We cheer- leaders couldn ' t support the team alone. We had to have the school be- hind us. We invaded the stands, tried to rouse some spirit in the be- draggled lot confronting us, drove them like cattle into one large section, and started back for the field. Even the mud, sucking at our feet s eemed to cry, It ' s no use! The rain tried to dampen our spirits but our determination to win was too great. The response of the crowd overflowed the stadium, the team reacted and we won the game. When the school pulled together, how could we lose? However, school spirit doesn ' t only pertain to football or boy ' s sports . How often do you see more than a handful of loyal patriots at a girls ' basketball game or swim meet? How many times have you seen anyone butplayersat ahouse league game? These events are just as important to the school as boys ' events. After all, the female populace is equal to the male . School spirit should extend beyond the realm of sports and embrace other activities and organizations, such as the School Band, the Red Cross Society, and the Yearbook, all of which play a very important role in school life. They all contribute something - besides trophies. The band supplies us with entertaining and enlightening music; the Red Cross gives generously of time, money and effort;the Yearbook provides you with memories of your high school days. Are they happy, exciting days which you will always remember or are they ordinary run-of-the- mill days? Whichever they are is entirely up to you. During your years in school, you are the school itself, its spirit and its reputation! Claire Christo Grade XI 1 1 Joy is a feeling, an emotion a something that seeps through our whole being and changes all our thoughts and our concepts of life. Joy sweeps down upon us and we are lifted above the clouds, above the stars, above the universe. Joy is the flower when gentle rains caress its face or when the sun does warm its little countenance. Joy is two lovers in their love for each other, in the understanding of each other. It is a baby ' s smile, a child ' s laugh, a kitten ' s purr. Joy is a book whose leaves tell us wondrous stories of love, of travel, or of anything. It is like a garden of flowers whose fragrance permeates the whole of our being. It is the spring after a long winter, the green in the trees, the flowers on the lawn. A poem is a joy, a song is a joy. Joy is the wind rustling in the trees, whistling in the night. It is the babble of a brook as it trips over the stones or the roar of the ocean as it beats against the rocks. It is a blue sky with a cloud up above. Joy is the dawn after the darkness of fear or hate and many things more Sorrow is the opposite of joy and yet the affinity is startling for it too is only an emotion, a nothing but chains us to the ground and makes us slaves of our bodies. Sorrow is the failing of a star. It is the dying of a flower. It is the lingering of a memory, a fragrance, a broken vow. It is the death of a person we love for we know that where he goes we cannot follow. Sorrow is the growing up of a child. It is loneliness, the restlessness of the soul that is urged to leave the body but cannot. It is the tears of a mother for a son lost at sea, a son killed in battle. Sorrow is the agony of the prophets who were scorned, and mocked and killed. Sorrow is a white lily standing alone. It is ignorance and superstition. It is hate It is a house abandoned, left desolate. It is a tree left leafless, brown. It is penury, destitution, hunger and cold. It is a long day of work and no place to lie down. It is a grey sky against a grey sea. Sorrow is all that is ugly and yetit is in itself the most beautiful, the most wondrous of things. Julia Addison Grade XI The Close of Day The dusk has come. The children are snuggled in bed, awaiting the visit of the sandman. Outside, the world is still and very quiet. As you sit on your front porch you can almost feel the peace. Another day is gone, and with it your problems. As you look into the horizon, you can see the golden sun slowly slipping away. The sky becomes tinted with shades of pink, blue, yellow, and many other colours . Up comes the white moon shining on your lawn. You feel a cool breeze which brings with it a tiny sprinkle of dew, and suddenly you feel fresh and clean. You can smell the lilac bushes throwing off their tangy fragrance, and in the distance you hear a bullfrog croaking or a cricket saying goodnight to you. Your thoughts are interrupted by the buzzing of a fly, or is it a mosquito? In the distance you see fireflies darting through the dark shadows of the trees. The flowers are slowly nodding their heads and soon fall asleep. You go back and forth in your rocking chair to the chirping of some birds . You hear a horn honking in the distance - some teenagers, you probably say - and then, once in a while, aloudbeltof laughter from the Johnstons down the street. They must be having one of their parties again. Suddenly you see a soft, fluffy rabbit dart across your lawn, and then, the beam of a flashlight across the street. John Park ' s digging worms again. He must be going fishing tomorrow. You sit and think for a long time; you lose all track of time; and ' then, before you know it the world is black and you find yourself cold and sleepy, Yougo indoors, slamming the screen door behind you. Slowly you go upstairs, get undressed, and crawl into bed. You sit up and look once more at the beautiful world from your window and then - you fall asleep. Sheryl Knisley Grade X t Departmental Exams in Ontario Must be Changed] Anyone who can pass his grade thirteen examinations has the ability to earn a degree in University. Youhave probably heard this statement many times, but have you ever questioned it? Why is it that every Ontario high school student is subjected to the pressures of these government -s et exams before receiving a senior matriculation diploma - if he passes them. The knowledge that departmental exams lie ahead is pounded into the head of every Ontario student. Gently at first, like the pressing of a tack into a bulletin board, this pounding increases steadily until, in grade thirteen, it has the force, and noise, and strength of a pile driver. This I feel, forms an unseen and seldom recognized psychological block against many a student ' s further pursuit of education. Has anyone thought that perhaps departmentals looming in the future have caused the excessive drop-out rating in our schools? When it comes to this point where only nine out of every one hundred students entering Ontario high schools successfully complete their grade thirteen , something is dreadfully wrong . Change departmental examinations ! Let a student be tested by a neutral, non-partisan system - the government - but don ' t let this test be the stop or go point of his life . If a student writing his senior matriculation finals in Manitoba or Alberta fails a subject, he may rewrite the exam two months later. This is not possible in Ontario. An Ontario student must wait until the following year to rewrite a failure. Ontario already has one more year high school than the Prairie provinces, and with this ' no-supplemental exams ' policy, it could take as much as twenty-two months more to complete senior matriculation for a student who has had one failure. Why not begin teaching upper school subjects in lower grades? Teach trigonometry in grade nine, analytic geometry in grade ten, foreign languages in grade two, physics and chemistry as complete courses in grades eleven and twelve. Why not put children into grade one when tliey ' re five years old as is done in England? Surely English five-year- olds are no more intelligent than Canadians ? We must do something to change the educational policies of the depart- ment of education! The exams must be more lenient, less pressing; they must test the ability of a student rather than value the accomplishment alone. The departmental examinations of the Province of Ontario must be changed. And the sooner, the better! ! Karen E. Petursson Grade XII 1 I - The Dollar Bill It was a cold wintry December night when I sat huddled inside a worn sweaty wallet. I did not particularly like my home, but at least it was better than none at all. In the darkness of that dirty wallet, I sat and reflected upon my interesting life. There had been times when I almost wished to change my state with one of those creatures called men. However, a dollar I was born, and a dollar I would remain. I remembered with delight the first time I saw day - shortly after I was made. I had been so pleased with my home inside the huge, motherly vault of the bank. We were a large family, with over one million relatives ; yet, as I grew older I felt lonely, and longed for adventure. My dream was soon fulfilled, for a few months later I was transported to the cash register of a department store. Gee whiz! I was very sur- prised, as I never expected the world to be so large. But I was soon to find out more about life, for I had not been there long when I was rudely stuffed into an immense pur se . I did not mind it too much because 1 soon made friends with a box of cigarettes , a conceited gold cigarette lighter, and a fountain pen. Only a short time was spent in this location, for I was rushed to other hands and areas. Now, as I sit and reminisce, a sense of achievement steals over my being, for I know the feel of a greedy, clutching miser, the sweet, innocent hands of a child, and the callousness of a tired labourer. Yes - I have gone many places and done many things. I have brought tears to the eyes of man, anger to their voices , and blood upon their hands. I am satisfied. Now I am old and feeble. My surface is no longer new, but covered with wrinkles and scars. I suppose my time will come soon, and I ' ll be ready to go. Yet, I still ponder upon this one question: What would you do without my family and me? Carmen Brown, Grade XII Women ' s Residence, Carleton University, Ottawa, Ontario April 22, 1963 Dear O.L..C. Students, I am delighted to have this opportunity to say ' hi ' and tell you a bit about the life we had at Carleton. At the moment we are right in the middle of our final exams and everyone is madly trying to cram a year ' s work into his or her head in several short days and looking back at all the good times he has had all year. Was it worth it? Well, we ' ll know in June! I am living in the women ' s residence, newly named Renfrew House, which was just completed last September. Although Carleton is a fairly new university, it already has some traditions and one of these is known as the honour system. The heads of the residences decided to apply this tradition here as well as to the school. They believe that university students are adults and should be treated as such. Both at the school and in the residences you are completely on your own to come and go whenever you please and it is up to you to supply your own curfews and your own ideals concerning work and studying. Carleton is a relatively small university and thus you get to know a great number of the students if not personally, at least at a distance. You also have fairly close connections with the professors and can turn to them for help and guidance. I imagine all of you are busily preparing for May Day and final exams, The best of luck in both! Best of everything to you all, Sandy Dawson. Dear O. L. C . , Greetings from Queen ' s! It is an honour to be asked to contribute a word or two in retrospect to Vox Collegii , but I feel the yearbook staff was unaware of the fanatical tendencies of this Old Girl when they extended that honour to her. Queen ' s is the only university on earth! However, I will attempt to be as non-partisan as possible . I would like to have all of you down here foraweek, to do everything we students do - classes , assignments, enter- tainments, the works! I know that if you came, you wovild be determined to come here for a degree. That ' s the way with university life. Once you ' ve had a taste of that unique experience, you want more, mo re, more. No, this is not the opportunity or future citizen of Canada pitch. Such educational advertisements are true, andnoble, and inspiring, but they ' re also pretty time-worn. I refer, rather, to the wonderful chance to be an individual that is inherent in years spent here, the chance to behave as youbelieve you should, to study when you feel you shotild - the chance to live by your own standards alone. There ' s no one after you here to attend lectures or come in at a reasonable hour, but the prospect of flunking out is a pretty unpleasant one, because it means you simply did not have the maturity or the responsibility to regulate your life so that you achieve something . Rather embarassing, isn ' t it? Universities can be rewarding because if you persevere and get your degree, you can feel you did it all yourself, and for me, at least, the prospect of such a backward glance is a very desirable one. Certainly university life is fun, the best fun eve r ! The football games the snow-ball weekend, the big formals, are living at its greatest, believe me, and they are a very large part of being a student too. I love Queen ' s, and all the things it represents, and 1 hope you ' ll think twice before vou pass it up. To be an individual, and live as you ' ve never lived before! What could be greater? Best of luck, Elizabeth Hazen Scarborough, Ont. May 7th, 1963 Dear Friends; It seems a long time since I left O.Li.C. and embarked on another phase of my education. I entered U. of T . with mixed feelings, and now, after another short year, I leave again with mixed feelings. The past two years have been tumultuous ones for me and as I peek over the rim of the shattered bubble that was once my home, I realize that they have been invaluable. At O.L.C, I learned to live the sinner and hate the sin; that a regimented life was not my cup of tea; and many other things. 1 made many new friends and have many wonderful memories of that one year - the biggest of which is Graduation, the Governor General ' s award Mrs. Osborne ' s prize, and the Beverly Knight shield. Looking back over this past year, brings back new memories - happy and unhappy. I found my lectures interesting, but not studying for exams (who does?). I learned that not everyone can be trusted or depended upon; that wolves aren ' t worth the breath it takes to tell them to get lost; that a completely unregimented life - I was living in a Co-op which was owned and run by students - is no more my cup of tea than the other extreme. I learned what a degrading effect alcohol has on the mind;how materialistic and empty a life without God is and what a pillar of strength He can be. I realized that no matter how kookyj ' my parents ' advice is usually right. I made more friends from various parts of the world and have many happy memories to share with them. It is easy to say, Go into new experiences with an open mind; don ' t let pride keep you from admitting your errors; and be positive: accept people for what they are, not what they aren ' t , but it is so very hard to practise. It is worth trying, though. Some of the lessons these two years away from home have brought were hard and painful, some essily come by, but all were priceless. I am sure that a summer working in New Brunswick and a yea r at Teacher ' s College will have their share to add to this big, bad, wonderful experience of growing up. Best of luck to you all in the coming exams. June Proctor. S(Cffl(D)(0)]L IDHmKCTOffiLY ANDREW, Mrs. W.A. - 211 Ontario Street W. , Whitby, Ontario 668-5230 BROOKS, Mrs. M. - 48 Forest Rd. , Ajax, Ontario 942-4734 BIRD, Mrs. J. - 171 St. Clair Ave. E. , Apt. 201, Toronto, Ontario 483-0858 BONE, MissM.E. - 120 Broadway Ave. , Apt. 311, Toronto, Ontario HU 9-6310 BROUGHTON, Mrs. B. - 1511 Dufferin Street, Port Whitby, Ontario 668-8578 DUNLOP, Mr. G.P. - 35 RoUscourt Drive, Willowdale, Ontario 447-3943 FORD, Mrs. M. - 680 George St. N. , Peterborough, Ontario HALLET, Mr. G. - 1436 Bayview Ave. , Toronto, Ontario HEWITSON, Mrs. W. - 305 St. John Street, Whitby, Ontario 668-4900 HIPWELL, Mrs. A. - c o P. F. Romyn, 51 Parkwoods Village Drive, M. No 5, Donn Mills LAMB, Mrs. - R. R. 1. 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