Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1932 ' SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL ' BROWNING. iaocfecUffe arfe (©ttataa m Mrs. C. H. Buck History, Mathematics Regular taff Miss D. M. Thwaite, Forms VI Upper, VI Matric, VI Arts English Miss A. M. Woolcott, Form V Matric. - French, Spanish, German Miss S. M. E. MacArthur, Form Vc - Mathematics, French Miss Evelyn Mills, Form IVa - - History, Latin Miss L. Green, Form IVc - - Dancing, ' Drill, Games Miss K. A. Neal, Form III - - - Junior School Miss B. Adams - - - Form II and Middle School Miss M. G. Gegg ----- Preparatory Miss D. C. Tipple ------ Music Miss F. Claudet ----- Junior Music Miss I. Gale ----- Art and Handicraft Mademoiselle M. Pasquin, French Conversation, Italian Miss E. Higgins ----- Nurse-Matron Miss C. Fuller ------ Secretary Mrs. H. O. McCurry ----- Singing The Very Rev. E. F. Salmon - - - Bible Study Miss Julia MacBrien Miss Edythe Mills Dramatics Languages MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Secretary . . . , Treasurer Managers : Art and Photography Literary Contributions. . . . Advertisements Advisor to the Magazine Staff The Secretary acknowledges with thanks the receipt of the following magazines: The Ashburian, The Oracle, Hatfield Hall Cobourg, The Pibroch, St. Andrew ' s College Review, The Alltanian, Trafalgar Echoes, Argosy of Commerce, Lux Glebana and Beaver Log. ....... Betty Gordon Diana Clark Betty Sifton fNiNi Keeper Mary Lyman . . . Harriett Mathias r Eleanor Kenny Betty Flaunt [Mary Craig Miss D. M. Thwaite SAMARA 5 CONTENTS PAGE Frontispiece. ElmwQod Staff. Magazine Staff. 7. Editorial. 8. School Notes. 14. Remembrance Day. 15. House Notes. 18. School Calendar. 21. Boarders ' Notes. 23. Acrostic P. Galt, I Fa 24. Sports Notes. 26. Archery Notes. 29. Dramatics Notes. 30. Old Girls ' Play. 31. Music Notes. 32. Old Girls News. 33. Old Girls ' Notes. 40. Lecture Notes. 41. Prefects ' 31- ' 32. 44. School Hymn. 46. Pictures in the Clouds Nini Keeper, VI Arts 47. Rubaiyat of Matriculation Betty Gordon, VI Upper 50. Green Shutters Diana Clark, F m 51. Sunset Patricia Macoun, Vc 52. An Engine Driver Betty Plaunt, VI Arts 27. " The Gym " Display H.M.2 53. V Matric. Line-Up 55. Horizons Betty Gordon, VI Upper 57. The Private Character of Elizabeth of England Mary Craig, VIm 58. Some of the Boarders 6 SAMARA 59. The Orchard in Autumn .... Genevieve Bronson, Vc Lower 60. Life in a Quebec Village Helen MacKay, VIm 61. The Fairy Games D. M. Thwaite 63. The End of the Road Mary Craig, VIm 64. Moose-Hunting for Amusement. .Theodosia Bond, VI Arts 65. The Edinburgh War Memorial Harriett Mathias, VIm 67. Fate Elizabeth McMillan, VI Arts 75. Reminiscences Betty Sifton, VI Upper 76. A Day in a Fairy ' s Life Marion Monk, 77. An Elmwood Girl Barbara Kennedy, IVa 78. Anagram Sheila Skelton, Vc Lower 78. Enigma MoiRA Leathem, Vc Lower 78. An did Violin Jean Heubach, Vc 79. The Moon.. Grace McDougald, 80. A Twilight Reverie Betty Sifton, VI Upper 82. A Song at Dusk Betty McLachlin, VIm 83. Crossword Puzzle Elizabeth Symington, Vc 84. Humour. 85. Impossibilities of Lower Vc. . . . Moira Leathem, Vc Lower 86. What Price Beauty? Virginia Copping, Vc 86. It Pays to Advertise B. S.; B. G.; M. C. 87. Favourite Expressions of the Staff .... Cynthia Copping, Vm 88. Prize Story. 96. School Song Betty Sifton and Betty Gordon 100. Autographs. 103. School Directory. 108. The End. 109. Advertisements. SAMARA 7 EDITORIAL URING the past year Elmwood has uadergone many changes, all of which we believe and hope are for the best. For some time self-government has been our cherished aim, and at last we have taken the preliminary steps towards it by increasing the authority of the prefects and by giving more re- sponsibility to the school monitors and form captains. Several new badges have been instituted and are arousing keen interest. We feel that everyone is really anxious to make the new system a success, as well as to cany on the old traditions of Elmwood. We were all glad to welcome the new girls into our midst last September, and we hope they enjoy being with us as much as we enjoy having them here. Much progress has been made throughout the year in both sports and lesspns, this being largely due to the healthy House spirit which increasingly characterizes our activities. Hou matches in Badminton were organized in the winter, and were attended with great enthusiasm. Everyone thoroughly appre- ciated the Gym displays also. At present we are looking forward to basketball and tennis. More girls than e ver are attempting their matriculation this year, and we wish them all success. May their results bring honour to themselves and to their s chool. Elmwood is intensely proud of its beautiful new School Hymn recently composed by Miss Tipple and Miss Thwaite. Betty Sifton and Betty Gordon have composed a School Song also. We should like to take this opportunity of publicly thanking the Magazine Staff and the contributors for their splendid co- operation. We should also like to thank Miss Thwaite for her valuable advice and assistance. We hope that this Samara will give a great deal of pleasure to its readers 8 SAMARA our Head Girl, the House spirit has grown deeper and stronger; at the same time, the feeUng of co-operation among all members of the school has been fostered and developed. A system of merit awards has been introduced, by which it is possible to obtain two badges during the year for excellent conduct, entire reliability and active good-will in the general life of the School. Much more re- sponsibility is thus attached to the office of Form Captain, whose business it is to maint(ain the standard of good conduct in the form. The enthusiasm of every one, in their efforts to qualify for these badges, is a most encouraging sign. Betty Siftpn is the first Head Girl of Elmwood to have the honour of wearing the Head Girl ' s Badge, which was recently instituted. It has a simple but very attractive design, the Elm- wood pin set clear in a circle of green enamel outlined in gold. Distinguishing badges have also been presented to the Monitors, Form-Captains, and Vice-Captains to indicate their position of responsibility in the school. Before commenting on the various events of the year, we should like to give sincere welcome to those who joined tfie Staff last September. Miss McArthur, Miss Gale, Mademoiselle Pasquin, Miss MacBrien and Miss Higgins. On Novernber 20th we had the great pleasure of welcoming to Elmwood our patroness, Her Excellency the Countess of Bess- borough, when she paid an informal visit to the School. We much appreciate her kindness in giving us a holiday, which was added to the usual mid-Year week-end in February. We offer hearty congratulations to the Very Rev. E. F. Salmon on his appointment as Dean of Christ Church Cathedral. We hope, however, that he will still find time amid his varied duties to continue his enthralling classes in Bible Study at Elmwood. SAMARA 9 During the year he has conducted more than one service at school in connection with the Old Giils ' Association and on the Day of National Intercession he took school prayers. Through the kindness of both the Bishop of Ottawa, and Dean Salmon, we were again privileged in having a special Confirmation Service, held in the Cathedral on March 15th, when eight girls were con- firmed. Captain O. J. Aldom, of the Municipal Review, who is pub- lishing a set of articles on famous schools of Canada, included Elmwood as one of the two girls ' schools in the series: our fame is evidently spreading, at any rate within the boundaries of this Dominion. We will strive to ' deserve the honour; and now that a School Hymn and a School Song have been added to our trea- sures, we have concrete express,ion for our ideals in work and play. Mrs. Marling Gordon has very generously ofi " ered a prize for a short story, open to the whole school. The winning tale will be found in these pages; it is a great encouragement to our literary ambitions, and we appreciate her kindness very much. Before Christmas the Old Girls ' Association presented us with a framed photograph of Mrs. H. S. Philpot, first Principal of Elmwood. It hangs in the entrance hall, and is a constant re- minder of her unfailing interest in all our doings. The O.G.A. have also been most generous donors of books to the Library. They presented us with a generous cheque, the proceeds from one of their plays, and we added the following valuable books to our collection: Myths and Legends (6 vols.) ; Encyclopcedia of the British Empire (4 vols.); Makers of Canada (12 vols.). It was a really magnificent donation on the part of the Old Girls. The books are all handsomely bound, and make a most attractive addition to the Library. We sincerely thank all the other kind people who have pre- sented us with library books. ' Quebec of Yesteryear " , presented by our generous friend. Dr. A. G, Doughty; Works of Shakespeare, Stratford edition (limited), W. Hart, Esq.; The Bible Story (5 vols.), Catherine, Cecil and Lorraine Bate; Tennyson ' s Works, Claudia, Florence and Virginia Coristine. From time to time dur- ing the year very interesting books of biography and belles-lettres have been added to the Library. 10 SAMARA Some interesting and original work in Art and Handicrafts has been done this year, and a deUghtfully varied display of it was shown at the Staff " At Home " before Christmas. Copies of the plaques from the Parthenon frieze, which hang in the school corridor, were made by Mary Lyman, Elizabeth McMillan and Barbara Brown, for reproduction in the Municipal Review. They are included in this issue of Samara. Mary also distinguished herself by winning a first class award at an Exhibi- tion of the Royal Drawing Society in London. Elizabeth McMillan and Catherine Ii-win gained 2nd class awards. As a result of the artistic efforts of Middle School forms, some most attractive friezes now adorn their form rooms, depicting the varied styles of costume through the centuries. We hope that the next addition to Elmwood " properties " will be a library book-plate. Suggestions are invited for a suitable design, to include the daffodil, symbol of the school, and a lamp, to indicate the light of knowledge. During the year, girls in the Art classes have vWted the National Gallery more than once, with Miss Gale; and Miss Fenwick also has given us an explanatory talk while showing us the pictures there. There are several politicians among us, and we have recently had our enthusiasm stirred by hearing a debate in the House of Commons. We have also learnt how money is made, by a visit to the Royal Mint; we did not need to learn how it goes! The Term before Christmas saw us all strenuously knitting garments for " unemployed babies " , as someone called them, and making other useful things. The total array was quite imposing when shown at the Handicraft display, and helped to swell the usual House collection for the destitute poor that we make at Christmas. This year our contribution included dinner for four SAMARA 11 families, which we were glad to provide with part of the money usually spent on our sumptuous supper at the Christmas party. Our own simpler meal was all the more enjoyable. As regards school work, our Matriculatlion results last year reached a high standard of achievement: we congratulate all concerned, and offer our good wishes to these girls attempting the examination this year. Successful candidates last year were as follows : HONOURS MATRIC. RESULTS 1931 H. Acheson: English Literature, C; French Authors, C. E. Cantlie: English Composition, 2nd; English Literature, 1st; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 1st. F. Coristine: English Composition, 2nd; English Literature, C; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 2nd. B. Gordon: English Composition, 1st; English Literature, 1st; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 1st. C. Hill: English Composition, 1st; English Literature, C; French Authors, C; French Composition, C. M. Seely: English Composition, 1st; English Literature, 2nd; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 1st. B. Sifton: English Composition, 2nd; English Literature, 1st; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 1st; Geometry, C. PASS MATRICULATION RESULTS 1931 H. Acheson: Ancient History, C; Latin Authors, C; Spanish Authors, 2nd; Spanish Composition, C. C. Bate: English Composition, C; Canadian History, 3rd; Algebra, C. F. Bates: English Composition, 3rd; Canadian History, C; Algebra, C; Geometry C; French Authors, C; French Composi- tiion, C. T. Bond: English Composition, C; Canadian History, C. E. Cantlie: Ancient History, 1st; Geometry, 2nd. D. Clark: English Composition, C; English Literature, C; Canadian History, 3rd; Algebra, C; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 2nd. 12 SAMARA A. Coghlin: Englisjh Literature, C; Canadian History, 1st; Geometry, 3rd; French Authors, 3rd; French Composition, 2nd. F. Coristine: Spanish Authors, C. M. Craig: English Composition, C; EngUsh Literature C; Canadian History, 3rd; Geometry, C; French Authors, 2nd; French Composition, 2nd. S. Doughty: English Literature, 3rd; Canadian History, C. B. Gordon: Ancient History, 1st; Algebra, 2nd; Latin Authors, 2nd; Latin Composition, 1st; Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 1st. A. Gorrell: English Composition, C; English Literature, 3rd; Canadian History, C; French Authors, C; French Composition, C. N. Hall: English Literature, C; Canadian History, C. C. Hill: Ancient History, 2nd; Algebra, 3rd; Spapish Au- thors, 2nd; Spanish Composition, 3rd. N. Keeper: English Composition, C. E. Kenny: English Composition, C; English Literature, C; Canadian History, C; French Autfiors, 3rd; French Composi- tion, C. H. Mac Kay: English Composition, C; English Literature, C; Canadian History, 2nd; French Authors, 1st; French Composi- tion, 2nd. M. McCarthy: English Composition, C. E. McFarlane: English Composition, 2nd; English Literature C; Canadian History, 2nd; Algebra, C; Geometry, C; French Authors, 3rd; French Composition, 3rd. B. McLachlin: English Composition, 1st; English Literature, 3rd; Canadian History, C; French Authors, 1st; French Com- position, 3rd. H. Mathias: English Composition, 3rd; English Literature, C; Canadian History, 2nd; Geometry, C; French Authors, 2nd; French Composition, 2nd. B. Flaunt: English Composition, C; English Literature, C; Canadian History, 3rd. C. Proctor: English Composition, C; Canadian History, C; French Authors, 3rd; French Composition, C. SAMARA 13 M.Seeley: Ancient History, 1st; Algebra, 1st; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 1st; Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 1st. B. Sifton: Ancient History, 1st; Algebra, 1st; Latin Authors, 2nd; Latin Composition, 1st; Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 1st. J. Watson: English Composition, C; English Literature, C; Canadian History, 1st; French Authors, 3rd; French Composi- tion, 3rd. R. White: Ancient History, 3id; Algebra, C; French Authors, C; Spanish Authors, C. C. Wilson: English Composition, C; Ancient History, 2nd; Algebra, C; Spanish Authors, C; Spanish Composition, C. The prize-winners of 1930-1931 presented to the school an antique cabinet, to hold the sports cups. It is magnificently carved, and gives added dignity to the many trophies kept on its shelves. Through the kindness of the Hon. Cairine Wilson we were able to procure this beautiful cabinet. The names of last year ' s prize-winners are as follows: Cairine Wilson, Betty Sifton, E. Cantlie, M. Seely, D. Clark, J. Watson, C. Bate, J. Dunlop, N. Hall, N. Keefer, P. Crerar, N. Haultain, J. Hill, M. Malloch, B. Hooper, G. Bronson, J. Eraser, C. Irwin, M. Leathem, P. Gait, K. Inkster, M. M. Blair, W. Hooper, M. McKinnon, G. McDougald., B. Ross, A. Bethune. In future there will be no collective prize: in its place two medals, one for proficiency and one for general improvement, will be awarded tp individual girls. The prize-winners of the past have done much to beautify Elmwood by these corporate gifts to the school: we appreciate deeply their unselfish attitude in thus helping to build up our tradition of service: they have as their reward the grateful remembrance of the school they served. ' ' Their memorial liveth. " 14 SAMARA REMEMBRANCE DAY " At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them. " ON Remembrance Day we had our bchool service in the Assembly Hall at 9.30 a.m., so that those who wished could also attend the Service of Remembrance which was held at 11 o ' clock on Parliament Hill. Our Elmwood service, which was conducted by Mrs. Buck, emphasized the spirit of solemn recollection and gratitude: we resolved that we would strive to show ourselves worthy of the great sacrifices of the war, and to do our utmost in furthering those ideals of international comradeship, and mutual trust, with- out which there can be no lasting peace in the world. " Since these died before their task was finished " it is for us to " Attempt new heights, bring ever their dreams to birth. Build us that better world, O, not diminished By one true splen dour that they planned on earth. And that ' s not done by sword, or tongue, or pen. There ' s but one way. God make us better men. " SAMARA 15 HOUSE DAYS gACH House day has been commemorated this year by a special service at morning assembly. It included the House hymn, the House prayer, and an address given by the House Prefect to the school, after which the School Hymn was sung: altogether a most fitting and inspiring commemora- tion of the patron of each House. NIGHTINGALE HOUSE Last year, under the enthusiastic guidance of Cairine Wilson, Nightingale again became the proud possessor of the shield. On Closing Day, Genevieve Bronson was given the Junior High Endeavour Award for her excellent work during the year. We are working very hard this year to retain the shield and so far rank first in red stars. Well done. Nightingale! Let ' s keep it up! In sports last year we won the basketball matches, and on Sports Day the tug-of-war. We should like to congratulate Norma Hall and Helea MacKay who won the senior tennis doubles. Norma also won the senior tennis singles, and we lost a very valuable member when she left. Helen MacKay aad Elizabeth McMillan are two other brilliant members of the school tennis team. Last autumn we tied with Keller in basketball points ard we hope to ' come out first this Spring. In the Gym display the Nightingale seniors came first, although Fry ' s juniors placed her 16 SAMARA ahead in the total number of points. We were, however, defeated in badminton, but we shall try to make up for that next year! We were very pleased at being awarded an extra star for one of our contributions to the Christmas toy display— namely, a patch-work quilt of which each House member knitted one or more squares. The House members for this year are: — Betty Gordon .... Head of House and Senior Prefect Betty Flaunt Prefect HiELEN MacKay. .Prefect and House Sports Captain Mary Craig House Senior Debora Coulson, School Monitor ' Vice Sports Capt. Harriett Mathias .School Monitor Betty McLachlin, Celia Proctor, Anne Bethune, Genevieve Bronson, Barbara Brown, Olga Brown, Virginia Copping, Kath- erine Dunning, Joan Fraser, Sh,irley Geldert, Ailsa Gerard, Mar- garet Graydon, Jean Heubach, Winsome Hooper, Katherine Inkster, Catherine Irwin, Pamela Irwin, Rosa Johnson, Eleanor Leggett, Mary Malloch, Elizabeth McMillan, Marion Monk, Barbara Ross, Ethel Southam, Elizabeth Symington, Jane Toller. Mistresses:- — Miss Neal, Miss Gegg, Miss Gale. KELLER HOUSE FOR the last two years Keller has been second for the House Shield and this year we are trying our best to win it from Nightingale. In response to a letter from us. Miss Keller kindly sent her signed photograph, which we are very proud to possess. Every member of the House contributed to have it framed, and it now hangs in the Assembly Hall. Betty Sifton is our Sports Captain this year and Anne Coghlin is vice-captain. Their energy and keenness have been largely responsible for our improvement in games. In basketball last Autumn our senior team defeated Fry and Nighliagale in two good matches. In the inter-house badminton Keller also triumphed over the other Houses, Isabel Bryson ' s play being outstandingly good. We were not so successful in the gym competition, but both senior and junior teams worked well. Jean Workman is a valuable member of the school tennis team. SAMARA 17 Among the new arrivals into Keller at the beginning of the year was Mary Lyman who has distinguished heiself in art. She made a reproduction of a part of the Parthenon frieze which was published in the Municipal Review, and she also sent a contribu- tion to the Royal Drawing Society Exhibition in England, for which she received a First Class Award. This year we managed to collect the greatest number of toys for the poor at Christmas. In red stars we made a good start but Nightingale is a little ahead now. Come on, Keller! Let ' s make the race for the Shield a close one ! This year the members of the House are: — Head Girl Betty Sifton House Prefect Diana Clark House Senior Ann Gorrell School Monitors . . Anne Coghlin and Frances Bates Florence Acheson, Elizabeth Alguire, Marjorie Barron, Mary Marjorie Blair, Isabel Bryson, Eleanor Carson, Alix Chamberlain, Rosemary Clarke, Alison Cochrane, Ann Creighton, Sybil Doughty, Mhairi Fenton, Ethel Finnic, Lilian Gardaer, Betty Hamilton, Nancy Haultain, Betty Heubach, Moira Leathem, Dorothy Leg- gett, Mary Lyman, Anna MacKay, Louise MacBrien, Grace Mc- Dougald, Jean Perley-Robertson, Barbara Shenstone, Penelope Sherwood, June White, Jean Workman. Mistresses: — Miss Woolcott, Miss MacArthur, Miss Adams, Miss MacBrien. LTHOUGH Fry has not held the House Shield for several yeais, we still have high hopes foi the futuie, and we are resolved to do our best to win it this year. We welcome all new members of the House, and we are pioud to include Hazel Ross, who recently gained the first stripe to be awarded in the school, under the new scheme for winning merit badges. Members of Fry who a re outstanding in spoits are:— Nini Keefer, School Sports Captain and for the second time holder of the Senior Sports Cup, Barbara Kennedy, holder of the Long Jump Cup and one of the winners of the Junior Tennis Doubles; Betty Hooper, holder of the Junior Sports Cup and winner of the FRY HOUSE 18 SAMARA Junior Tennis Singles; Betty Harris, who, besides being a crack Badminton player is a membei of the school tennis team. Ruth IVTonk and Kathleen Lawson, both members of Fry, distinguished themselves last season at swimming. In spite of the fact that our badminton results were disappoint- ing, we made up for it by winning the Inter-House gym competi- tion; we hope to win the badminton too, next time! Members of the House this year are:— House Prefect Eleanor Kenny House Senior Nini Keeper School Monitor Theodosia Bond Betty Bell, Glenn Borbridge, Lorraine Bate, Margaret Carson, Peggy Crerar, Miriam Cruikshank, Cynsthia Copping, Joan Dean, Patricia Gait, Hope Gilmour, Betty Harris, Mary Hampson, Janet Hill, Betty Hooper, Barbara Kennedy, Dorothy Laidlaw, Kathleen Lawson, Patricia Macoun, Mary McGuckin, Marjorie McKinnon, Elaine McFarlane, Ruth Monk, Hazel Ross, Sheila Skelton, Anna Wilson, Hope Wattsford, Rosemary Youle. Mistresses: —yii s T m2iitey Miss Mills, Mademoiselle Pasquin. SCHOOL CALENDAR FIRST TERM September 17th.Sc oo opened. September 18th.- — Boarders went to " Made in Canada " Exhibi- tion. September 19th.- — Boarders went to Rockhurst. October Jf-th. ' — Boarders went to the Manor House for tea with the Hon. Cairine Wilson, October 7th.- — Passion Play at the Auditorium. October 9th-13th.- — Thanksgiving Holiday. October 27th.- — Cossack Choir at the Glebe Collegiate gave an unusual and beautiful programme. November 12th. — Miss Foster ' s lecture on the Zenana Mission. November 13th. — Captain Aldpm ' s lecture on " Egypt " . November 16th. — Lecture on Dickens at St. George ' s Hall. November 16th.- — Horowitz, a brilliant pianist, gave a recital at the Chateau. November 17th. — The Tabard Players. November 18th. — Danish Gym at the Glebe Collegiate. SAMARA 19 November 20th. ' — Her Excellency, the Countess of Bessborough, visited Elmwood. November 23rd. — Mr. Baker ' s lecture " On The Road to Man- dalay " . November 23rd.- — Edward Johnson (singer) at the Glebe Colle- giate, gave a wonderful recital. November 24-th. — Irish Players in " The Whiteheaded Boy " at the Little Theatre. November 28th. — Boarders went to the National Gallery. December 1st. — Sir Barry Jackson ' s players in " The Barretts of Wimpole St. " at the Embassy Theatre. December 2nd. ' — Miss Warren ' s Exhibition of pictures. December J th.- — The Horse Show. Our thanks are due to the Hon. Cairine Wilson. December 5th. ' — Sir Barry Jackson ' s players in " Yellow Sands " at the Embassy Theatre. December 12th. — The boarders went to Anna Wilson ' s birth- day party. December 17th. — Christmas Party. December 18th. — Closing for Christmas Holidays. January 20th. — Return after Christmas Holidays. January 11th.- — Boarders went to see " What Every Woman Knows " , presented by the Ladies ' College. January 18th. — Boarders went to hear Gieseking, a talented and interesting pianist, at the Glebe Collegiate. January 28th. — Temple Choir at the Glebe Collegiate. January 29th.- — Mrs. McKinnon showed us her movies of the school. January Boarders went to the " Middle Watch " at the Little Theatre. SECOND TERM February 6th. — -Paul Haaken (dancer) at the Little Theatre. February 13t,h. — Boarders went to a swimming party at the Chateau. Our thanks are due to Mrs. Harry Southam. February 16th: — Miss Warren ' s Lecture on English Cathedrals. February 17th. — Kreutzberg (dancer) at the Glebe Collegiate. This was an original and impressive performance. February 19th-22nd. — Mid-Year Holiday. February 23rd. — ' Holiday given by Her Excellency. February 26th. — Miss Sorabji ' s Lecture on India. 20 SAMARA February 27th.- — Intermediate Drama League presented " As You Like It " at the Little Theatre. February 29th. — Kathryn Meisle (singer) gave a charming recital at the Glebe Collegiate. March tji.- — Old Girls ' Play, ' ' A Domestic Entanglement " and " At Mrs. Beam ' s. " March 4lh-6th.— Old Girls ' Week-end. March 5th.— ha dy Moyra ' s birthday party at Government House, to which all the boarders were invited. March 7th.- — Musikonsky, a remarkable boy- violinist, at the Glebe Collegiate. March 9th.- — Miss Smith ' s lecture on Russia at the Chateau. March 10th. — Florence Hood, violinist, and Harriett Prutsman who accompanied her, and explained the items, gave a delightful musical afternoon at Elmwood. March 11th. — Miss Smith ' s lecture on Russia at school. March 12th.— hshhiiYy Play " The Merchant of Venice " at the Little Theatre. March 15th. — Confirmation. March 16th.- — Florence Austral, world-famous singer, at the Chateau. March 19th. — Ethel Dawson, a pupil of Mr. Puddicombe, gave a brilliant recital at Elmwood. March 22nd.- — Closing for Easter Holidays. April 7th.- — Return after Easter. April 9th. ' The School for Scandal " at the Little Theatre. April " Dulcy " at the Little Theatre. April 16th: — Boarders wejit to a swimming party at the Cha- teau, through the kindness of Mrs. Robert Loring, of Montreal. March 5 .— Intermediate Plays " Land of Heart ' s Desire " and " The Rivals " . April 29th. —Senior Play " Saint Joan " . May 10th. — Dancin Recital. May 23rd.- — Music and Singing Recital. May 24th. — School Holiday. May 27th: — Intermediate Dramatics classes present Scenes from Shakespeare. May 31st. — Joan and Betty Raynor, Strolling Players, per- formance at Elmwood. June l th.—CXosiag Day. June 20th. — Toronto Matriculation Exams, commence. SAMARA 21 ON THE evening of September 18th the Assembly Hall found itself the gathering-place of all the 1931-1932 boarders, both old and new. The object of our inspection was the new radio, which ha? proved a constant source of enter- tainment during the winter months. This year there are fourteen new boarders, making a total of thirty. In consequence of the extra numbers, Miss Green ' s room has been made into a senior bedroom adjoining Afterglow, and Miss Woolcott ' s room is now used as the prefects ' sitting-room. Several of the Staff are domiciled in a delightful apartment on Buena Vista Road, where they can go into peaceful retirement if they wish ! A great change came at the beginning of the 2nd term, when Mrs. Buck introduced a modified form of self-government among the boarders, hoping later to extend it to the rest of the school. This meant the establishment of a boarders ' council: as at present arranged, it consists of twelve senior girls, and a representative voted monthly by the boarders to represent them at meetings. Certain privileges are available, at any time for counsellors, and for boarders if they can manage to get three weeks clear of marks. This system is proving a really practical success. On Saturday mornings we have had Handicraft classes, under Miss Gale; this year we have been learning weaving, and this novel and useful pastime has proved very popular; many different articles are being worn among us, woven by our own fair hands! The M ' into proved as attractive as ever, but unfortunately the date of the Carnival fell on the half-yearly week-end, so we did not take part this year in that dazzling entertainment. 22 SAMARA To cheer our lighter moments some enterprising spirits among us formed a Dance Chorus under the direction of Miss Green, and their varied " stunts " , especially the contortions of our prize acrobat, Rosa Johnson, were quite wonderful to watch. During the month of February we had in our midst a menacing gang which called itself " The Red Vampires " . Different boarders would find themselves the targets of " threatening " notes, pinned to their pyjamas, or stuck in their toothbrush glasses. Notes also appeared daily , pinned to the senior bathroom cupboard, always signed by the same device. We have never discovered the identity of these " blackmailers " , though we have our suspicions! Mention must also be made of the sojourn among us of a certain white mouse, in a green steel cage, brought back by one of our more nature-loving comrades, Catherine Irwin. For the first term Micky made his home in the boarders ' cloak-room, where the wailful squeak of his tread-mill punctuated the Dean ' s Scripture classes in the dining-room adjoining. During the Christmas holidays, however, much to our relief, the small rodent demised, whether through accident, or malice we do not enquire! From start tp finish this school year has been most exciting and interesting, as so many new ideas have been introduced, both in tjhe day school, and among the boarders; it is thrilling to take part in carrying them out. Three cheers for Mrs. Buck, and the Staff, for this best year yet! SAMARA 23 ACROSTIC Betty Heubach Mhairi FEnton Hazel Ross HelEn MacKay Elizabeth Alguire MaRy McGuckin MargarEt Graydon HARRIETT MaTHIAS Mary Lyman ELeanor Kenny MargareT Carson THeodosia Bond PEggy Crerar Jean HeuBach Rosa JOhnson ElizAbeth Symington BaRbara Shenstone Debora Coulson BEtty Flaunt Virginia Copping Mary HampSon Cynthia COpping Betty SiFton Barbara KEnnedy Patricia GaLt Anna MacKay Catherine IrWin Barbara BrOwn Anne COghlin Katherine Dunning 24 SAMARA WE have made great progress this year in sports, both indoor and out, under the excellent tuition of our games mistress, Miss Green. BASKETBALL Basketball was entered into with great enthusiasm and two matches were played against the Old Girls ' , both first and second teams competing. The teams were :■ — Old Girls:- — V. Gilmour, C. Macphail, Rachel and Jocelyn White, L. Irvin, F. Drury, S. Smellie, B. Fauquier, N. McCarthy, A. Gilmour, A. Peck. Our First Team:- — Forwards: B. Sifton, R. Johnson; Centres: P. Crerar, H. MacKay; Guards: N. Keefer, D. Coulson. Our Second Team: — ' Forwards: M. Lyman, A. Coghlin; Centres: A. Chamberlain, B. Harris; Guards: J. Heubach, L Bryson. Unfortunately we were beaten in both matches. The inter-house basket-ball match was played in the autumn for the cup presented by Margaiet Symington. The teams were: 1st Fry Team:- — Forwards: C. Copping, H. Ross; Centies: P. Crerar, N. Keefer; Guards: T. Kenny, M. Hampson. 1st Nightingale Team.- — ' Forwards: H. Mathias, R. Johnson; Centres: J. Heubach, H. MacKay; Guards: D. Coulson, M. Craig. 1st Keller Team:- — Forwards: B. Sifton, A. Coghlin; Centres: L Bryson, D. Clark; Guards: A. MacKay, F. Bates. Keller 1st Team is ahead at present, the finals to be played in the Spring. Our 2nd Nightingale and Keller teams have played, with Nightingale coming out victorious but the match against Fry 2nd team had to be postponed on account of the weather. Our first school team also went over to play the Ladies ' College last Spring, but were badly defeated. SAMARA 25 TENNIS This year Elmwood again entered the inter-scholastic Tennis Tournament in the Autumn. We pla ed against the Ottawa Ladies ' College and defeated them 4 matches to 1. But in the finals against the Glebe Collegiate we weie badly beaten, the score being 5-0. However we have high hopes of winning back the shield next year. Elmwood was represented by a team of four, consisting of: H. MacKay {Captain), B. Harris, J. Workman, E. MacMillan. The results of the School Tennis Tournament last June were: Senior Singles, N. Hall; Runner-up, H. MacKay; Senior Doubles, N. Hall and H. MacKay; Junior Singles, Betty Hooper; Junior Doubles, A. Coghlin and B. Kennedy. We also played a tennis match against the Old Girls. The teams were: J. Wilson and B. Carter vs. C. Wilson and H. MacKay; J. Southam and S. Smellie vs. M. Seely and R. White; N. Hall vs. M. Devlin; H. Acheson vs. M. Blackburn. The result of these matches was a draw. BADMINTON Badminton was adopted with much greater keenness this year than ever before. There were Elouse Competitions in which Keller came out the victor with Nightingale standing second. SKATING Skating was resumed with the usual enthusiasm this year at the Miato. One of our staff, Miss Frances Claudet, and her partner, Mr. Chauncey Bangs, took part in the World Champion- ships. SWIMMING Elmwood is proud to have some very remarkable swimmers. Last year at the Ottawa Ladies ' Championships, Cairine Wilson won four cups for 100-yard sprint, life-saving, style swimming, flat race. Lilian Gardner also won a cup for style swimming and Ruth Monk for 100-yard sprint. Kathleen Lawson won a cup for diving. SPORTS The results of the Sports last June were: Senior Sports Cup, N. Keefer; Junior Sports Cup, B. Kennedy; Long Jump, B. Ken- nedy; Kindergarten Cup, V. Stannard; House Sports Cup, Fry; House Tug-of-War, Nightingale; House Relay, Fry. Deborah Coulson was the first to win one of the new posture- girdles. 26 SAMARA GYMNASTICS In March of this year the Gym Competitions were held be- tween the three Houses. Both Senior and Junior teams competed each team consisting of four members. The results were: Juniors:— 1st, Fry, 68; 2nd, Nightingale, 64; Keller, 60. Seniors:— 1st, Nightingale, 71; 2nd, Fry, 70; 3rd, Keller, 63. Finals: — Fry, 69; Nightingale, 67; Keller, 61. A very much more enthusiastic spirit has been shown through- out the school in all branches of sport, which is a most encouraging sign of future high achievement. " Play up, and play the game! " ITH the opening of school, archery was once more resumed but not with as much keenness as might have been ex- pected. Ma.jor Chapman has very kindly been coming to us, and it is disappointing that more girls do not practise this sport when such excellent tuition is obtainable. We are very anxiously awaiting spring when we shall once more be able to take up our bows in preparation for the annual competition for the archery cup presented by Mrs. Frank Ahearn: last year Cairine Wilson won it, and Jean Dunlop was runner-up. ARCHERY NOTES SAMARA 27 yri. oisPLRY I ' Twas the gym exhibition, and all through the school We all were so nervous; Miss Green was so cool. In bloomers of green and in gym-shirts of white We soon were prepared for the ordeal that night. II On the stage stood the audience in many a row, Brim-full of excitement at thought of the show; Outsidfe we performers waxed deadly and chill At the thought of the terrible on-coming drill. ni Miss Green blew the whistle, the door opened wide — We clutched at our courage, and trotted inside. We marched round the room then, in martial array, With young Lizzie Symington leading the way. IV When the drilling was over, not daring to chat, We rushed for the spring-board, the horse, and the mat. Our vaults were all perfect, we made no mistakes (?) And never once grumbled at bruises and aches. V And next came the ropes and. the rings and the bar, We heard the deep roar of applause from afar: Then we mounted the beam, to perform " Empire State " , Our favourite stunt, which was voted first-rate. VI And now ' twas all over; we looked wan and pale. So we rushed to partake of some cold ginger ale. Then the bell went for bed, and we crawled up the stair, Our limbs very stiff, but our minds free from care. H. M.2 28 SAMARA TENNIS TEAM Betty Harris, Jean Workman, Elizabeth McMillan, Helen MacKay BASKETBALL TEAM Debora CouLson, Anne Coghlin, Jean Heubach Betty Sifion, Nini Keefer, Helen MacKay SAMARA 29 DRAMATICS NOTES LAST June Miss Challis, who had been with the school for some time as dramatics mistress, left us to take up more technical work. She had given unsparingly o f her time and energy to help us, and her personal enthusiasm was a constant inspiration to us all. It is with much pleasure that we welcome as her successor Miss MacBrien, an old Elmwoodian, who holds both the Diploma of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art and the University of London Diploma in Dramatic Art, and is herself a highly talented actress. " Saint Joan " by George Bernard Shaw, is to be this year ' s production by the Senior Dramatics Class, on April 29th, and the dramatic work of other forms in the school includes " The Land of Heart ' s Desire " , and scenes from " The Rivals " , " The Taming of the Shrew " , " King Lear " , " Hamlet " and " Two Gentlemen of Verona " . During the year the boarders have given some very enjoyable impromptu " shows " : Miss Tipple ' s pupils have taken part, and those among us with a flair for acting have contributed amusing or romantic items to the programme. Some of the Staff produced a highly entertaining skit on the habits of the boarders, which was an added attraction to the Hallowe ' en party this year. At the Christmas party, members of each House gave a dramatic " turn " ; a delightful addition to the evening. The Primary and Forms I and n also diverted us, with a band, and with dramatised versions 30 SAMARA of nursery rhymes and folk songs most attractive to watch. Members of Form III added their share of dances to the enter- tainment. There is a good deal of acting talent among girls in all parts of the school, which promises well for the future of dramatics at Elmwood. OLD GIRLS ' PLAY HIS Sprin7, on March 4th, the Old Girls ' Dramatic Society I M gave us another excellent entertainment. Each year the Old Girls give us a most amusing and delightful evening and we look forward to their performances with much eagerness. This yeai for the first time two plays were put on; one by the the Montreal, and the other by the Ottawa Old Girls. The Mon- treal group presented " A Domestic Entanglement " , and a sketch by Sybil Caldwell which made us all laugh heartily. The other play was called " At Mrs. Beam ' s " by C. K. Munro, and Vals Gilmour was responsible for the production. The scene was set in Mrs. Beam ' s boarding-house, where many worthy people lived who had had no variety or excitement in their lives, till the sudden arrival of the mysterious Mr. Dermott and Miss Pasquale as temporary boarders, when existence became hectic! It was an amusing play and each of the actors gave a most finished rendering of her part. The caste of " A Domestic Entanglement " was: — Mrs. Grower {an imaginary invalid) Margaret Symington Lily. . . .1 XT 7 7 , [Roslyn Arnold , }Her dauohters • • n t Clara ... J Uean Brodie Dr. Shaip ( a lady doctor) Marjorie Wallis Mrs. Han is {the new cook) Roslyn Arnold Mary {the maid) Ruth Seely The caste of " At Mrs. Beam ' s " was: — Betty Fauquier Sylvia Smellie MoRNA Peters Ruth Fliot LuELLA Irvin Katherine MacFhail Betty Toller Miss Shoe Mrs. Bebb . . . . | Miss Cheezle . . I Peimanent boarders at Mr. Durrows. . I Mrs. Beam ' s Boarding James Bebb. . . | House Mrs. Stone. . . Miss Newman Mrs. Beam Jean Finnie Mr. Dermott. .1 Temporary Boarders at JSybil Rhodes Laura Pasquale Mrs. Beam ' s Julia MacBrien SAMARA 31 USIC this year has made great strides under Miss Tipple and Miss Claudet, and theie are a number of new and enthusiastic pupils. Last year Mr. Puddicombe ' s gold medal was awarded to Nini Keefer for the best interpretative playing of that year; and Tink Kenny won the silver medal for the greatest improvement. The nine girls who entered for the Associated Board Examina- tions in May all passed successfully. They were as follows: — Higher Division. — Anne Coghlin. Lower Divison. — D ' mnsi Clark, Harriett Mathias, Nini Keefer, Helen MacKay, Tink Kenny. Elementary Division.— Genevieve Bronson, Hope Gilmour, Barbara Kennedy, Catherine Irwin, Both Diana Clark and Harriett Mathias obtained Honourable Mention. We have been fortunate in hearing a number of excellent con- certs this year, including two recitals at Elmwood. It is most inspiring to hear such exquisite musicians, and our thanks are due to Miss Tipple for the time and energy she spends in arranging these treats for us. At last we have both a School Hymn, and a School Song: the former was composed by Miss Thwaite and Miss Tipple; the latter by Betty Sifton and Betty Gordon. The Hymn, in words and music, is both beautiful and inspiring: we are all very proud to think that it is quite our own, and it has already become a part of Elmwood. The song was enthusiastically received by every- one, and we offer hearty congratulations to the two talented composeis. 32 SAMARA § oidgm:6 LTHOUGH still quite a youthful society, the Elmwood Old Girls ' Association hopes that it is by now definitely established as pait of the larger organization of the School. There are certain functions of a graduates ' organization which can be of considerable value to a school, and we hope that before very many years our Old Girls ' Association will be of some strength and assistance to Elmwood. During the past year we had the pleasure of presenting to Elmwood a photograph of Mrs. H. S. Philpot who founded the School under the name of " The Rockcliffe Preparatory School " . The presentation took place shortly after the opening of the school year, and was of particular interest to many of us who have vivid recollections of the " good old days " . The feature of the year ' s activities was the first Old Girls re- union week-end, held at the School on Friday, Saturday and Sun- day, March 4, 5 and 6. The fourth annual play was given on Friday evening, and was greatly enjoyed by a large audience. It was preceded by a cui tain-raiser put on by five old girls from Montreal. Both plays were excellently done, and we wish to congratulate not only the girls who took part, but also Vals Gil- mour who produced the Ottawa play, and Sylvia Smellie and Nancy MacCarthy who arranged the stage settings. On Saturday the Annual Meeting was held in the morning, and the dinner in the evening. At the Meeting a veiy keen interest was shown in the activities and progress of the Association, and the results of the election of officers were announced as follows: S;A M A R A 33 Honorary Presidents Mrs. Edward Fauquier Mrs. H. S. Philpot President Mrs. H. S. Southam Treasurer Secretary . Committee Vice-Presidents Hon. Cairine Wilson . .Mrs. C. H. Buck fjocELYN White ' Janet Southam . . .Audrey Gilmour . . .Hyacinthe Lambart ' Marjorie Borden MoRNA Peters Dramatics Sports . . . . j RosLYN Arnold (Montreal) [Mabel Dunlop (Toronto) . Julia MacBrien . Luella Irvin The dinner in the evening was as enjoyable as ever, and after- wards we were presented with an entertainment featuring a dance choius by a few of the students under the direction of Miss Green. Their attractive costumes added greatly to the general effect, and we hope that the applause, which was loud and long, convinced the dancers of our admiration and appreciation. On Sunday evening Dean Salmon conducted a Service in the School Hall, which was a most pleasant and fitting conclusion to the week-end ' s activities. We all agreed that the reunion had been most successful. When the time again arrives next spring to record the activities of the previous year, we hope to be able to repoit considerable progress in the development and organization of the Old Girls ' Association. As each student is graduated from Elmwood we hope that she will maintain her interest through our Association, and help us to do whatever Old Girls can to help their School along. NE of the most interesting features in the annual collection of " notes " on old girls, is the increasingly large number of " Elmwood babies " . It rea ' ly seem ? rather amusing to think of a young student casually announcing to her class-mates, " Oh yes, my mother (or father) came to Elmwood. " But this is quite likely to happen before very long. We wonder who will have the distinction of being the first of the " second generation " ! — H. L. OLD GIRLS ' NOTES 34 SAMARA At least two more have arrived since the last issue of Samara. Mrs. Shirley Woods (Catherine Guthrie) had a son last summer, and Margot Fleming (Viscountess Hardinge) had a daughter quite recently: quite the newest Old Girl ' s baby (!) is the small daughter of Pat Fosbery, (Mrs. Grange Kingsmill) born on May 23rd. Two other old girls are coming to Canada from England this summer, and bringing their daughters with them, and both daugh- ters are called Anne! Mrs. J. K. Weir (Lucy Crowdy) is expected in June to stay with her family, and Mrs. F. C. Chisnell (Nora MacCarthy) is coming out a little later. Another old girl in England is Peggy Henderson, who is being marned this summer to Mr. Edward Stockfield. We should also like to mention Betty Spring Rice who came to the old Preparatory School at the same time as Peggy did, although we have no news of Betty other than that she is living in England, which after all is rather a broad statement. There are several representatives of Elmwood on the Conti- nent. Florence Coristine is at school in Belgium, and Evelyn Cantlie is in Paris, also at school. Janet and Cairine Wilson have been in Switzerland, and are expected home in July. In the United States we hear that Louise Fitzhugh (now Mrs. Jones) is living in Louisville, Ky., and Mrs. Willoughby (Amea Brewin) and Mrs. Blair (Peggy McLaren) are living in the East. The colleges are enrolling more and more old Elmwoodians every year and they are finding that college life consists very largely of having a good time! Mabel Dunlop and Enid Palmer are at Toronto University; and Letty Wilson who is doing bril- liantly at dramatics and who, we hear, manages to include a little studying in the piogiamme. Maureen Macoun is honouring in Modern History at Toronto, and doing very well, and Betty Carter is specializing in Political Science as well as tennis and hockey! At Dalhousie University Gladys Jost is taking a Bachelor of Commerce course, and at the University of British Columbia Ruth Bostock is being graduated with her degree this spring. Ruth is celebrating by going to England and perhaps to India after that! Let ' s all graduate!) Elizabeth Kenny is at McGill and quite interested in flying, we hear. Margot Seely is there too. In Montreal one of our old timers is Mrs. John Belcourt (Hope MacMahon) who visits Ottawa from time to time, and Mary Rosamond is living in Montreal too. Several of the Montreal eld girls came up in a group to the reunioa week-end, and added to the festivities by presenting a little one-act play of their own. SAMARA 35 Roslyn Arnold, Margaret Symington, Marjorie Wallis, Jean Brodie and Ruth Seely were with us, and we all enjoyed seeing them again. Margaret Symington, by the way, has been doing a lot of skating and participated in the Canadian Championships. She also took part in the Junior League play " Ali Baba " . Jean Brodie is working hard at her piano and taking lessons from Lali- berte, and Joan Gausden is occupied in her father ' s office. Betty Vaughan, Ruth Seely, Catherine Grant and Marjorie Wallis are working hard for the Junior League and Roslyn Arnold has added some dancing and acting to her other activities this year. Quite a number of old girls are doing interesting things in Ottawa. Olive Wilson is the busy secretary of the Twentieth Century Liberal Oiganization of Canada, and M.s. D. B. Blair (Gwen Borden) is the active President of the Ottawa Branch. Marjorie Borden is working hard at her painting and is becom- ing quite distinguished! She has had paintings hung by both the Montreal and Ottawa Art Associations, as well as in the annual Canadian exhibition of the National Gallery of Canada! In the eyes of present Elmwoodians, Julia MacBrien is, of course, the most important among all the old girls, because she has cha ge of their dramatics. We were all veiy glad to hear last summer that Julie was coming back with high qualifications to be on the staff af Elmwood. Vals Gilmour is keeping up her active interest in dramatics with the Drama League, and deserves hearty congratulations for her production of our annual play. Catherine Macphail also played with the Drama League, in ;heir last production " Dulcy " . Cecil; e Wood has been studying at the National Art Gallery and is leaving for England in June. Another student of art this spring is Sylvia Smellie. Norma Hall and Nancy Atkinson who are at Hatfield Hall in Cobourg have been most successful at their dra- matics there. Sybil Rhodes has been in Ottawa with her family all winter, and among other thin gs has been working hard at her ait studies, and is, of course, returning to Halifax for the summer. Joan Ahearn, Audrey Gilmour, Rachel White, Ella McMillan and Ruth Eliot were all Ottawa debs thi i winter and were presented at the Drawing room. Among recent engagements is that of Nancy MacCarthy and Bob Minnes; also Fran Drury and Blair Birkett. Betty Fauquier, who is actively interested in all Elmwood doings, has gone on a visit to England and Louisa Fauquier has just recently returned after spending the winter in Jamaica. 36 SAMARA Louisa recommends Jamaica most highly as an excellent place to have a good time ! Marian Gale and Betty Hogg are finishing off the season with a month ' s visit in New York, and Hilda Salmon is going to Jasper Paik for the summer. Mrs. Grange Kingsmill (Pat Fosbery) is living at Beauharnois and Diana Kingsmill has spent the winter in Europe, but is expected home shortly. Dorothy and Alice Peck have been spending the winter in the West Indies. Quite a number of old Elmwoodians have concentrated their activities on Ottawa this winter, some of them assisting the May Court Club in its various good works, and all of them generally having a good time. Vivian Palmer, Catherine Dougherty, Jean Finnic, Luella Irvin, Claudia Coristine, Morna Peters and Janet Southam have helped to keep things going. Betty Toller has been doing some tap-dancing and skating, and Jocelyn White has dis- tinguished heieself by injuring her knee skiing and getting a lot of sympathy for it ! We all want to express to Audrey Gilmour our very deep sym- pathy in the death of her father not long ago. And if Old Girls, why not Old Boys? John Southam, for instance, who was married to Kiki Roy this winter. They have just come back from a trip abroad. Alan Swabey, who played on the McGill football team, and was married about a year ago to Helen Smart, is another old boy; also Jack Dewar, whose bank has just moved him to North Bay. Hume Cronyn is at McGill: he is enthusiastic about the stage, and acted with an American company last year. Fred Carling is at Camp Borden, and Alas- tair Grant is still travelling around the world, seeing everything. It was with great i egret that we heard last summer of the death of John Brewin; we offer our sincerest sympathy to his parents, the Rev. F. H. and Mrs. Brewin. Our thanks for these interesting notes on Old Girls ' activities are due to Hyacinthe Lambart, who was elected secretary of the O.G.A. at the general meeting held in March. At present Hyacinthe is working for the Association of Flying Clubs: we wonder if she will ' Hake to the air ' ' as a pilot?- — Editor. On the occasion of the presentation of Mrs. Philpot ' s portiait to the school, by the O.G.A. the following address was given by Mrs. Buck: On behalf of the present giils, it gives me very great pleasure to accept this portrait of our Founder and first Head Mistress, SAMARA 37 Mrs. Philpot. We shall value very greatly this link with one who in those early yeais from 1915 until 1920 worked devotedly to establish in this school, on a suie and safe foundation, those ideals which we trust have since become a very real part of om life. With wonderful vision she looked ahead. We reap the benefit of her unselfish effoits. It was her steady purpose and unfaltering will, and hei belief in the ultimate winning through to big things, that has made possible the Elmwood of co-day. I always regard it as a great privilege that I had the opportunity of working side by side for some of those eaily years with Mis. Philpot. She had g.eat personal charm, but most of all I admired her foresight and vision. Those of you who are new present girls may like to know a little of what Elmwood was like. I think really I should ask one of the Old Girls to tell you. They would probably be able to remember many things, that I cannot. The first night I saw the Rockcliffe Preparatory School as it then was was in winter — there had just been a heavy fall of snow. I had been told over the telephone to look for a very old rambling building. Well I did; but it was even older and more rambling than I anticipated. I had great difficulty i n finding any kind of a door on account of the snow — then as now the real front was at the back, that is on the Noith side. I finally found myself in the cloak room, which did double duty as the Manual Training room. Inside there were just two classrooms downstairs, a d, up some very c.eaky back stairs, two othe " rooms very small with lean-to walls. That was the sole school room accommodation. The next year a barn — the famous barn to which old Elmwoodians always allude with great pride — was brought somewhere from the back regions — I never was quite sure where it stood, — and placed close to the house, practically on the spot where the present Hall stands. We really thought it palatial, and were extremely proud of it, although a good deal of its barn-like nature still remained. For instance there were holes ir the ceilings, to which pupils in the rooms above could conveniently place an eye to see what was going on below! Well, to make a long story short, we used this until 1923, I think that was the year, when our fi ' -st new building — a real school Hall with classrooms above— was put up. Not this Hall. This is still another and later addition. But what I want to emphasize is that in spite of that poorly-constructed, ill-equipped building with its inadequate rooms, Mrs. Philpot had faith in our future. Her personality was a vital force in those early days, amd many lovely 38 SAMARA things took root and grew ia this school. Work went on with naturalness, friendHnesF and freedom, and giadually everyone became imbued with the piinciples of service, fellowship and fair play. To those days we owe our School colours, the pu ' e yellow and green of Wordswoith ' s " host of golden daffodils " , and the erection of the flagstaff in the grounds; then as now Dramatics played a very impoitant part in the school life. Sometimes it has been suggested that I am interested in Dramatics to an extent that is out of proportion to the other subjects; if so, it is because Drama- tics as a subject was very close to your first Piincipal ' s heart. We are told that " The quest of ideals is the cencial reason of life " ; and it might indeed be said that in that spirit Elmwood had its beginnings. I know that it would gladden Mrs. Philpot ' s heart to see our present beautiful buildings — the gifts by which we are surrounded, to see the little school in which she had such faith now well known throughout the Dominion. Let us continue worthy of our splen- did beginnings. It is for us . Old Girls and present alike, to strengthen and uphold the ideals which Mrs. Philpot left us. Let us cherish the things she loved and be loyal to the ideals for which the school stands. SAMARA 39 PHSFSCTS 40 SAMARA LECTURE NOTES LMWOOD has been very fortunate this year in having had several most inspiring lectures on subjects of wide interest. The list of these lectures, in the order of their occurrence, is as follows: — On November 12th Miss Foster, of the Zenana Bible and Medical Mission, came to tell us about the hospital at Nasik, India, in which Elmwood supports a child ' s cot. She assured us of the pleasure that the children there take in the clothes and toys that we send them from time to time. Our next lecture was given the following day by Captain O. J. Aldom, of the Municipal Review, who had previously given us two talks, so that he seemed an old friend. He chose " Egypt " for his subject, and illustrated his address with coloured lantern slides showing every aspect of the country. We are looking foi-ward very much to hearing him again. On Monday, November 23id, Mr. L. H. Baker came and talked to us about Burma, the title of his lecture being " On the Road to Mandalay " . He brought with him many colourful slides of that romantic country, and concluded by addressing Mrs. Buck in the Burmese language, a strangely pattering tongue compared with ours. Another beautifully illustrated lecture was given on February 16th by Miss Warren, a distinguished artis% who spoke on the " Cathedrals of England " . She dealt very instructively with the respective beauties of these noble buildings, and showed us many charmingly coloured slides, most of which had been painted by herself, altogether a delightful afternoon. On March 11th a very interesting address was given to the senior forms by Miss Ella Smith, her object being to explain present- day tendencies in Russia. Having recently returned from that country, she spoke with convincing authority on Socialism, the Five- Year Plan, Revolutions and the present form of government in Russia. She showed a large number of vividly-coloured posters which are used as propaganda, and on the whole gave us a much clearer view of present-day Russia than we had had before. We hope very much that Miss Smith will give us some more such illuminating talks, on her next visit to Ottawa. We take this opportunity of thanking Mis. Buck for making it possible for us to hear lectures on such varied and interesting topics as those we have had during the past year. SAMARA 41 PREFECTS ' 31- ' 32 Betty Sifton. — ' ' " Her voice was ever soft and and loWj An excellent thing in woman — Our illus- trious and brilliant Head Girl is also Keller Sports Captain and School Vice-Captain. She has writ- ten some very clever contributions to Samara, one of which was chosen by Captain Aldom for inclusion in the Municipal Review. Her deep booming voice calls the roll in the morning and she wields the bell with mighty vigour. She pre- sides heroically at the prefect meetings, and in her weekly harang. es the flood of oratory has forced her colleagues to invest in pocket dictionaries. She has been effective in raising the prefect standard, and has done some very excellent work for the school; it is largely due to her enthusiastic efforts that the new systems both among the boarders and in the school are working successfully. Betty Gordon. — ' ' Slow but sure. ' ' As senior prefect and head of Nightingale, Betty has done valuable work in the school and has kept her House up to its " " ormer high standard. She is Editor of the Magazine, and some of her own contributions are among the most brilliant; one of her poems being selected to appear in the Municipal Review. Betty hopes to complete her Senior Matiiculation in June and transplant her genius to Toronto University. She is no longer a Boarder, but nevertheless manages to appear in time for morning prayers, when she is to be seen tripping up the aisle bearing Mrs. Buck ' s books. Diana Clark.- — " The youngest wren of nine. ' " As head of Keller, Diana, the youngest prefect and the bright light of the Sixth (with apologies to Ann and Harriett) has caused Nightingale a great deal of anxiety in the fight for the Shield, the result of which is not yet decided. Being last year ' s winner of Loetitia Wilson ' s cup awarded to the girl who best lives up to her House motto, Diana fills her eminent position most worthily. She has also distinguished herself by valiant attempts to grow a roll, and by appearing heavily decorated with shamrock on St. Patrick ' s Day. 42 SAMARA Eleanor Kbnny.— " She can knit with cunning wit ' Tink, the head of Fry, has encouraged her House to noble efforts, and hopes to repeat the triumphs of last year on Sports Day. She is a Boarder, and her duties begin with the first sweet clang of the seven o ' clock bell, when she leaps forth to gently rouse the practisers from slumber — her visits are eagerly anticipated by all ! She also wrestles with the dinner register before prayers, and has become proficient in the geometrical dissection of cakes by contant practice at the prefect meetings, where she is the official executioner. Tink is also renowned as our champion marathon knitter. Betty Plaunt. — " The eternal question " . Betty, a prefect in Nightingale and Form Captain of that model VI Arts where the conduct stripes grow, has done most creditable work all year. She is a Boarder, but her imprisonment is somewhat re- lieved by numerous letters in purple ink. Before prayers she is to be seen standing in idle dignity on the stage steps presumably supervising the work of her colleagues engaged on the roll, dinner register and absence list ' — but woe to anyone that eagle eye ob- serves passing the time in innocent talk! Her wondrous coon coat, which she contemplates presenting to the Museum when it loses its stylishness, shares with Baron the honour of being the school ' s noblest natural curiosity. Helen Mac Kay. ' — " will roar you like any Nightingale " . A Nightingale Boarder and a sound and valuable prefect, our famous Tar Baby has just arrived back from an Easter in Bermuda to resume her beloved absence-list each morning be- fore prayers. Helen is Captain of the School Tennis Team, the redoubtable jumping center of the Basketball Team, and sports captain, of Night- ij r ingale, which, due to her efforts, is well in line for the inter-House Basketball Cup; she is also Form Captain of VI Matric. Her chief peculiarities are laughing heartily at her own jokes (the first ten times are the worst!) and letting her stockings drape in disconsolate wrinkles round her ankles. SAMARA 43 Mary Craig. ' — " chatter, chatter as I go. " fcjF V Mary, now a Nightingale prefect " , is an ex- tremely keen and useful officer. She is Walter M ri iiiilMn Winchell ' s onl rival for speed of speech. " Her Mj KK tft gossip of to-day is the news of last month " ; B| | her cheerful voice is to be heard everywhere — P B except, of course, in cloakrooms and corridors — and her broad grin is one of the brighter spots on blue Mondays. Mary greatly increases the gaiety of prefect meetings by colourful stories. " Order for her- — just listen to this! " ; her cakes, however, are delicious. Mary ' s chief worries are the " Pound " - — some of the contents have been there for years — ■ and her dignity. Ann Gorrell. — " This is the Actor ' s gift to share {All moods, all passions) — " Ann was made a House Senior at the begin - of the year, and has done noble work ever since, especially in cwo of the most delightful duties, i.e., subduing the oratorical efforts of IVc between the first and second bells in the morning, and in- specting the Preparatory before prayers while tactfully silencing their unanswerable questions — and she is welcome to both! Ann is one of our foremost dramatic stais, and this year gave a brilliant performance as Joan of Arc in the Trial Scene. NiNi Keeper. — " Come, and trip it as you go, On the light fantastic toe. " Elmwood ' s Dancing Daughter was made a House Senior in November and has proved worthy of the honour. She is the School Sports Captain, and one of our rising young artists- — we hope that will not lead her to starve in a garret for the sake of atmosphere! She is outstanding in Dramatics and Music, while her mighty voice adorns the choir at prayers. She also adds pig-Latin to her accomplishments, to the annoyance of the Sixth — but perhaps that is only because they are curious? Segez Yegou! 44 SAMARA — m — ■0 1 4 — • i 4 Life lies 6f (7rg ee w7A omise fair; — - 1 4 m L — 0 f ■ 0 7 Bright fiow ' rs of Youth f p • and Hope = grow 1 ily 0 • r-i — re 5 • 1 - L ■ »— i -r- — i - • — i h p gh mo • f f untair • z jc z above us — f — p e — 1 ' = — 1 4 0 r Li ' g lies before oui feet with promise fair; Bright flowers of Youth and Hope grow gaily there. Rough mountain-paths above us steeply rise; We journey blithely on, with joyful eyes. Chorus: Treading the upward path, exultantly we cry " Summa Summarum! Highest of the high! ' ' For kingly service we are all enrolled; Wide floats our banner, green and royal gold. Hope ' s lovely hue; Devotion ' s cleansing fires; Faith holding fast the truth of brave desires. ' Chorus) SAMARA 45 When Youth ' s glad hours are speni, the path climbs sheer: Still holds our purpose strong, to persevere: With loving hands we lift the heavy load Borne hy the weary ones along Life ' s road. (Chorus) Courage and Hope to bring to all oppressed; Comfort and Tenderness to those distressed, Love ' s radiant light to shed where shadows lurk, This is our task in Life, our glorious work. (Chorus) So when the evening comes, and night is here, Gleaming above our path, the siais shine dear; S ll climb we slowly up those starlit heights, Whose summit shall reveat the Light of lights. Chorus : Treading the upward path, exultantly we cry Summa Summarum! Highest of the High! " 46 SAMARA PICTURES IN THE CLOUDS HE WAS alone. Above him, like some huge blue-grey canopy, stretched the sky; and as he lay there, with his face upturned one would have thought him some lone young vagabond whose shelter was the trees, and whose only roof the sky. The brilliant flame of the sunset illumintaed his eager young face, as he lay there, serenely content, watching the fast-changing colours in the west, breathing the cool evening air, and listening to the insistent- call of the whip-poor-will. He pictured himself as some bold daring pirate of bygone days, robbirg ships laden with a rich cargo from some distant land: being marooned on some tropical island, with nothing to eat or drink but bread-fruit and cocoanut-milk ; burying his loot in an iron chest; burying it deep beneath the golden sand of some deserted shore. As the boy watched the crimsoning sky, he fancied he could see amid the burnished clouds the outline of his pirate-ship, as it made its way stealthily through the red-gold sea: and dazzling pictures became yet more vivid in his imaginative young mind. Now he was amidst the swash-buckling blood-thirsty crew on deck. Mutiny had broken out; dark faces leered menacingly at one another; teeth gleamed, as hands closed upon deadly weapons, or groped for a strangle-hold on one another ' s throat. Suddenly the domineering figuie of the young captain appeared. He spat in disgust, and swore volubly at the scene which greeted his eyes. Words were obviously of no avail, and unsheathing his sword, he rushed down upon the offenders. The lust of battle thrilled through his veins; he fought wildly, blindly, slashing to right and left, leaping aside to avoid a sneaking blow from behind, pressing each advantage to the uttermost. Occasionally he would see some trapped pirate jump over- board, into the murky waters below. All round him lay groaning SAMARA 47 bodies of the unfortunate wounded. Finally, the uproar died down, and peace was restored, while the ship ' s prow was directed southwards towards tropical sunshine, and dazzling. treasure. The boy awakened from his reveiie, as the fast-gathering gloom brought him back regretfully to reality. All that now lemained of the once glorious sunset was a thin scarlet streak, half hidden by grey clouds, like a pencil mark above the distant black hills. Soon night had set in; the boy arose, and with a deep sigh, a whim- sical smile playing about his thin lips, he thrust his hands into his .agged pockets, and walked away whistling into the blacken- ing woods. — N. Keeper, VI Arts. RUBAIYAT OF MATRICULATION - rjr- With apologies to Edward Fitzgerald Awake! for Violet on the la iding bright Has rung the Bell that puts our Sleep to FHght: And Lo! thy Roommate leaping from her couch Has Raised the Blind which lets in all the Light. What, without asking, hurried from my bed? And, without asking, to Exams instead! Another and another Nap to drown The Dates that torture this pDor feeble Head! 48 SAMARA Dreaming that Holidays were drawing nigh I heard a Voice outside the Bedroom cry, " Awake, my Little One, e.e Second Bell: At nine there ' s Ancient History to try. " A Come, break thy Fast, and on this Day of Spring Thy Winter Garments of Red Flannel fling: For soon in hot Assembly Hall you ' ll stew Sans Memory, sans Hope, — sans Anything! The Moving Finger writes; and, when ' tis o ' er. You wonder what it wrote that Rubbish for; But that ' s not half of what you later feel When in the heartless Text Book you explore. Myself when young did eagerly frequent Playgrounds and Rink, yet rested quite content With Lessons all unlearnt: now how I wish That I had gone to School when I was sent! Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before I swore— and buried Nose in book of Lore, But then and then came One who took my hand, And laid i ' on the Ouija Board once more. Oh leave the Wise to study, and with me The Theorem of Pythagoras let be: And, in some corner of the Study couch 3d Make Ouija tell us Who shall marry thee. SAMARA 49 And we, that now make merry in this Room, Gaily regardless of to-morrow ' s Doom, Ourselves must wa to-night uneasy tos Whilst Roman Verbs invade the deep ' ning Gloom? With me, O Comrade, while all Others sleep Across the Space ' twixt Bed and Cupboard creep, And do no% if perchance a Step is heard, To bed with Row incriminating leap. A Book of Virgil furrowing my Brow, A Pocket Torch, some Honeydew — and Thou Beside me crouching in this hot Recess- Oh, may no wakeful Mistress come enow! For if by burning Midnight Oil you ' d pass With Credits fair, or in the Honours class. Fight Slumber with the fruitful Honeydew, But haste e:e Morn— to hide the empty Glass! TAMAM SHUD — Betty Gordon, Upper VI Matric. 50 SAMARA GREEN SHUTTERS SMALL white-washed cottage stands on the sunn y side of a fresh grassy slope in England. It has a thatched roof with overhanging eaves, which pro- vide si mmer homes for many swallows |[f and house-martins. On each side of the green door hangs a pair of gay, green shutters which gives the cottage an atmosphere of friendliness. In the evening the shutters are closed in sleepy contentment; in the early morning they are thrown open to let in the bright morning air, and sometimes, when only one is open, the little cottage seems to be giving the world a slow wink, as if it held a private joke within its plastered walls. It has a true sense of humoiir ' , and is obviously a friend to all travellers. . . . On the barren bluff of a cliff on the Irish coast, surrounded by bleak moois stands another house. There is always something sinister about this isolated place. When the weather is calm, it is unnaturally quiet and still; and when a storm rises, the wind shrieks round the lonely building, the angry waves dash themselves wildly against the rocks below, and from time to time the eerie screech of a gull pierces through the gale. But above all these sounds, there comes one which forces itself on you by its very monotony ; it is a dull thud which the raging storms never seems to deaden. Always it is there, ' Thud, thud, thud. . . It is in reality only the wo k of some country carpenter, a dingy green shutter which has hung for many years by one of its hinges and which swings contiauously at the rising of a gale. Both of these houses have green shutters and to each they give its individual character. The English country cottage is made genial, peaceful and friendly by them, whereas the impression made by the other is weird, s-inister and supernatural. — Diana Clark, VI Matric. SAMARA 51 SUNSET The sun goes down upon the purple hill, With gorgeous colour and with golden glow Which gilds the frozen waters there so still With beautiful reflections on the snow. And as it softly passes far away Behind the distant hills soon lost to view It marks the closing of another day And prophesies a clear bright morn anew. And now as darkness gathers o ' er the tale The birds fly swiftly home to flnd their nest The sheep dog and his master flnd the trail And all go home to seek a well-earned rest. And now stars twinkle in the darkened skies And watch the steeping world with wondering eyes. — Patricia Macoun, VI Arts. 52 S A M ' A R A AN ENGINE DRIVER yi S A very young child, I always loved to watch the long black strong-looking train go by; but what I waited for most was the engine-car, for there, lean- ing out of the window, was some person in a dirty blue coat, a queer-looking hat with a peak in front, and sometimes a pipe in his mouth. This, I was told, was the engine-driver. His face was always rather dirty, but, oh, so kind, and when he waved, as he always did, and smiled, his whole countenance would light up, and at that sign I was always certain he could manage the great steaming engine. I liked to think that it was the same man who passed in each train, and thus we became staunch friends, although I was a little afraid of his snorting engine. When I see an engine-driver now, I think back on those days. He still looks just the same; there are the same stained blue coat and the peaked cap shading the smiling face, which now seems to hold more than kindness, a look of responsibility in the eyes, a little pucker between the eyebrows; still the same old gay smile, and wave of the hand as he is carried swiftly on his way. This sturdy figure in the blue coat has come to mean some- thing more than just an engine-driver; he has come to mean the protecting guide of hundreds of people who entrust their safety to his vigilant care. • — Betty Plaunt, VI Arts. SAMARA 4j oj .is a O a; u 03 C3 two u 3 E c • o c C u, N ' S u CT3 t« TD a; aj c p- V S b,- b o al uf: J2 a; bX) O) •5 03 S • « a; TO o 1 = 03 rtS 03 OJ CD x: . 03 Xi 03 o H « u SAMARA S A M AJR A 55 HORIZONS HE sun climbed over the rim of the world and beamed on a small green-shuttered cottage. Its amber glow flooded down a flag-stone path, grass-grown between the cracks, to a low verandah shaded by Virginia creeper. At one side of the cottage a gnarled apple tree shed delicate pink and white blossoms, and formed the centre of attraction for all the bees in the neighbourhood. At the edge of the lawn a lilac bush, heavy with fragrant purple clusters, gave shelter to a nest of scolding robins. At this early hour the three upper shutters, their green frames facing the world in charming contrast to white walls and red roof, were tightly closed. But shortly after the sun ' s warm greeting the middle pair were thrown open. A round, rosy, cherub-like face leaned out, dimpled fists rubbing sleepy blue eyes, and soft fair hair prettily towsled. " Oh, Hu ' phry, come see nice kindikin, oo ol ' sleepy-head. " Thus admonished, her brother scampered across the floor declaring he was not " ' ol sleepy-head " , and joined his sister who was gazing with interest at a large black beetle crawling along the window ledge. For a while the children amused themseves by impeding its progress with pieces of paper. Tiring of this they had a competition as to who could lean the farthest out of the window without falling. Inside they heard the shrill ring of an alarm clock. The shutters on the right were pushed open and Daddy ' s lean, tanned face appeared in the adjoining window. His sleepy eyes slowly widened in horror when he saw the precarious positions of his mischievous offspring. " Susan — Humphrey! Get back or you ' ll fall out, you wretched children! " He looked as stern and dignified as the hour permitted. " Oh, Tom, what are they up to now? " His wife ' s anxious and reproachful face peered over his shoulder. " Darlings, why must you worry Mummy so? Surely you ' re old enough to know — At this point she was interrupted by that delightful little chuckle peculiar to grannies. " Tut, tut, Elsie, don ' t scold the children so. Let the little dears enjoy themselves. You won ' t get hurt, will you, Humphrey? Of course not. Humphrey ' s a big man now! " 56 SAMARA Granny was leaning out of the window on the left, her face framed by a frilly cap, her cheeks a delicate pink from her night ' s rest. " Isn ' t it a beautiful day, everybody? Well, well, I suppose it ' s about time we got dressed. " One by one the heads withdrew, until only Granny was left there, her twinkling eyes grown dreamy. " Isn ' t it funny, " she was thinking, " when the children look out of their green shutters in the morning, they search for adven- ture and excitement. Tom and Elsie see only worries and respon- sibilities; whereas !• — well, I, like an old fool, stand heie philoso- phising — ' when I should be helping with breakfast: " She twinkled humorously at the mother robin on the lilac bush, and then, humming softly, drew in her head to begin the varied duties of the day. — Betty ' Gordon, Upper VI. SAMARA 57 THE PRIVATE CHARACTER OF ELIZABETH OF ENGLAND A Simple Tale {Apologies to A.M.) LIZABETH, who was one of the daughters of one of the several wives of Henry VIII was Queen of England for forty-five years. Elizabeth had a bigger sister, Mary, who was Queen of England before her and a little brother, Edward, who was King of England before Mary. Elizabeth became Queen of England after Edward had been King of England and Mary had been Queen of England. Elizabeth made a good Queen of England because she was always there to see what was happening and she never once set foot outside her English realm. She had many good traits in her character, but like most women there were also a few defects. Elizabeth thought she was very beaitiful, but she really wasn ' t beautiful at all, but in spite of that she was very vain, and spent a great deal of time and money on dress, trying to suit her peculiar style of beauty. Eliza- beth had a fiery temper which was another defect in her fine character. She had red hair and many people who have red hair have fiery tempers and Elizabeth, being like many other people with red hair, had a fiery temper too. And like most people, Elizabeth liked to be flattered although there wasn ' t much that was flattering about her. . Many people flattered her because she was Queen of England- — and to this day the Queen of Engl and is quite an important person. Living just across the English Channel and south of France was Philip of Spain. Philip wanted to marry Elizabeth, not because she was beautiful because she wasn ' t beautiful and nobody but herself thought she was beautiful, but because she was Queen of England, and England ' s soldiers would help him in his wars. Philip had been Mary ' s husband when she was Queen of England before Elizabeth. Elizabeth, with a wo- man ' s intuition, realising it was not his love for herself that made Philip want to marry her, turned him down and as " opportunity knocks but once " she remained single though she had lots of friends like the Earl of Leicester and the Earl of Essex she never married and died in 1603. — M. Craig, VI Matric 58 SAMARA SOME OF THE BOARDERS NAME THEME SONG WHEN THEY LOOK THEIR BEST Betty SiFTON Sing Something Simple At breakfast the morning after the night before. TiNK Kenny My Baby Just Cares Eating hot dogs at for Me the Minto. Helen MacKay . . . Me and My Shadow Imitating our mon- key. Betty Plaunt Ain ' t Misbehavin ' . . . . Doing " long-fly " in the coon coat. Debora Coulson. . .Little Spanish Dancer. Fridays at four. DosiA Bond It ' s a great life if you After Shorthand. dont ' weaken. Hazel Ross " She didn ' t say ' Yes ' In a Chateau bath- She didn ' t say ' No. ' " ing-suit. Cynthia Copping . . . My Sin Talking to — . Ginnie Copping .... Just a blue-eyed Blonde With a mouthful of " Buckley ' s " . Mary McGuckin. . . I ' m Yours On the arrival of a letter from Toronto. Anna MacKay .Mean to me After a free-for-all with Betty Heubach. Betty Heubach... . " I ' ve got a feeling I ' m In her wrap-around falling " over pyjamas. Harriett Mathias] fAfter a slee less Anne Coghlin. . . . " r r g Little Maids " . , T I night m curlers. Mary Lyman J Rosa Johnson Where ' d you get those In the clod-hoppers. eyes? Patricia Galt Too Late After a music lesson. Liz Symington Just one more chance . . In the brown skirt after a large meal. Mary Hampson.. . .Makin Whoopee In her night-cap. J. Heubach, Vc Upper. B. Shens-ONE, V Matric. SAMARA 59 THE ORCHARD IN AUTUMN I COOL September day, with a slight breeze gently 1 moving the branches of the burdened fruit trees; glinting through the open spaces, dappling gj lt the ground; the mellow, lush orchard grass, g beautiful in its unkemptness, waving, bending, swaying with a joyous movement: what a delight- ful silent spot in which to spend one ' s spare time! The even rows of gnarled trees from alleys as splendid as the hallways of an Eastern palace. One is carried back in imagination to the romantic days of long ago. Kings and queens, princes and princesses, knights and others of high rank love these avenues, and stroll along them, forgetting the cares of the outside world. Lovers find in this orchard a kingdom of love where they can rule without interruption: little children break the silence of this out- of-the-world retreat with thier merry laughter, whose echoes yet lesound thiough its groves. Wandering along these paths, one seems to be living in days long past: the spirits of those who used to roam here so freely, flit back to haunt its happy walks. They live again in the orchard, their orchard, to which they confided their joys and sorrows, their triumphs and defeats, and which has kept their secrets safe. An orchard, bearing such fruits as these, is indeed rich. — G. Bronson, Vc Lower. 60 SAMARA LIFE IN A QUEBEC VILLAGE AT THE FOOT of a high mountain nestles the little village of St. Helier , like a lily pressed between the pages of some holy book; for, on the other side the land rises again into a hill, and shelters the village from winds, storms and outside interruption. The majority of the houses in St. Helier are of wood, painted white, with neat clean little barns behind, and long tracts of green fields stretching as far as the eye can see. Several houses are of grey stone, and a few steps from the door can be seen the old French habitant baking-ovens, which were first used in the seven- teenth century. On approaching the cottages, one can see home- made woollen rugs of vivid colours, in pretty designs, sometimes depicting winter or summer scenes, hanging over the balcony, to catch the eye of the passing traveller. The inhabitants of the village are very simple people: loving, kind and hospitable. They are always healthy and happy, for their days are spent almost entirely out-of-doors, they have simple but nourishing food, and live free from care and worry Every day there is work to be done, except on the holy Sabbath, when each peasant goes piously to mass, in the little grey church with the shining steeple pointed towards the blue heaven, there to worship the Lord in his humble way; the rest of the day is spent in walking, paying visits, and sitting on the verandah, watching the passersby. On week-d ay mornings, the village is early astir, the women busy about their household tasks, the men wo ' king in the fields where each season brings its appointed labour. In the long summer evenings, the folk of the little village gather out-of-doors, and gossip on various topics of purely local importance. In winter SAMARA 61 the whole family gathers round the bright wood fire, in the big roomy kitchen, there to spend the evening cosily, in talking, making rugs, sewing quilts, or playing some card-game, until bed-time. Sometimes the daily routine of these simple people is varied by a day ' s fishing trip, on the far side of the mountain : this is quite an event in their uneventful life. On holidays, such as the va ious saints ' days, there is a b " g parade: flags are flown, and there is great rejoicing and fun for all. On such days, the villagers wear their Sunday-best clothes, made of good materials in bright colours, and they make merry in happy light-hearted fashion, eating, laughing and dancing with a will, for these are their only d lys of recreation during the year. Such is the life of the village folk of St. Helier; they are poor, and can afford nothing beyond the bare necess! ies of life, but their lives are healthy, pure and beautiful in their sincere sim- plicity. —H. Mac Kay, VI Matric. THE FAIRY GAMES Do you know the small plantation where the silver birches are That whisper such a soothing, sleepy song, And the pine trees, whose tall sumits almost touch the evening star. And the grasses grow so cushiony and long? Well, ril tell you a big secret, if you come up very near. And hold your breath, and listen, eve " so. Yes, closer stilt, I shoul dn ' t like a single soul to hear: I KNOW A PLACE WHERE ALL THE FAIRIES GO! There s a lovely little opening, in the middle of the pines. All covered with soft moss, of darkest green. And if you watch there quietly, just when the full moon shines. You ' ll see the revels of the Fairy Queen. She is dressed in cloth of silver, woven by the cobweb gnome, Shot with gorgeous rainbow colours from the skies. With a lily for a sceptre, and a mushroom for a throne, And bodyguard of gleaming dragonflies. 62 SAMARA And all the elves and fairies scamper round with huge delight: They skip and dance and caper to- and fro, I know J because I saw them very late the other night And don ' t you think Fm larking, for I know! For supper they have honey which the bees bring from their cells: All sorts of fruits and jellies, rich and rare, With nectar out of lily cups, and dew from heather bells, And ices, from the mountains of the air. When the dawn begins to glimmer in the farthest eastern sky. The Queen dismisses all her fairy train, The sprites curl up in wild rose buds, and quite secure they lie. Till night, with all the revels, comes again. — D. M. ThWaite. SAMARA 6; THE END OF THE ROAD IT WAS Christmas Eve, and the snow was falling ceaselessly. Over the faint track which was all that remained of the road under the heavy blanket of snow, strode a lean young man, his head bent, and his hands thrust into his coat pcckets. It was bitterly cold, and the wind was against him: great clouds of snow were blown in the young man ' s face, and he stopped to pull his coat-collar higher, and his hat further down over his face. John Anderson was returning from college, to spend Christmas with his family in the old homestead, five miles away from the nearest point of civilization. John had worked his way to college, and as he needed all his earnings to pay his fees, and as college was two hundred miles from his home, he was never sure of returning for Christmas or Easter. To-morrow would be his first Christmas at home in three years. As he trudged along, through the deep snow, he thought of the welcome he would receive, for his arrival would be entirely unex- pected. He could picture his mother, plump and rosy, bustling round the house, his father, smoking his pipe in the chimney corner, and talking of the weather and his crops: his two young sisters, and three younger brothers playing some game; and lastly his grandmother, whom he loved dearly, sitting placidly knitting socks. He could almost see the light of the flickering fire, and feel its warmth, when a sudden gust of wind blew a huge drift of snow against him, and he was awakened from his happy anticipations to see the endless stretch of snow ahead, and on either side of him, and to feel the keen wind in his face. Only another mile to go! He pushed his hand farther into the deep pockets of his coat, and fingered the humble presents he 64 SAMARA had brought. First, he felt a package of tobacco for his father; a new thimble for his mother; then some small toys for the chil- dren, and a set of knitting-needles for his grandmother. He knew his gifts would be as much appreciated as if they had been of much greater value. The thought of the happy smiles and cheerful atmosphere awaiting him drove on him with renewed energy. At length the house came into sight, nestling among the fir trees at the end of tha road, looking so comfortable and home- like in the surrounding whiteness. He would soon be there, and his long trudge through the snowstorm would be over. Now he was at the gate : he could hear the cows mooing gently in the byre. How good it was to climb the well-worn steps again! He reached the door, turned the handle, and at once he was in the brightly-lit kitchen, with the whole family jumping up from their various occupations to welcome him home. — M. Craig, VI Matric. MOOSE-HUNTING FOR AMUSEMENT HERE! Look! A moose, and a beauty. See his fine antlers! What a prize! " The two hunters aimed and fired. " See his fine antlers! " was all they thought of. The great beast, in the prime of his proud, free life, galloping through the half-burnt forest, as full of joi de vivre as any man can be, suddenly sensed danger. Stopping stock still in full career, he stood, legs spread, great muscles tense, mane on end and magnificent head held proudly high, with antlers spreading wide, his nostrils quivering with the dazing, numbing scent of man: and there they were, the two hunters, just visible to him between the charred poles and tall stumps. For a bare second he stood thus, his fearless eyes at once questioning and defying . . . then came the wicked shot that was so unfair, for it came before he realized what might happen, and gave him no chance to flee or retaliate. He shuddired violently, leapt, fell; his fine proud head had come to earth for the last time; his great brown eyes, fast glazing now, seemed to say, in agonized reproach, " Why did you do this to me? " Then came the end. " What marvellous antlers! The head will look well in the hall at home. " That was all they thought about the tragic destruction of that proud animal. . . . And the two hunters dragged his carcass back to camp. — T. Bond, VI Arts. SAMARA 65 THE EDINBURGH WAR MEMORIAL HE MEMORIAL at Edinburgh, erected to those who, gave their lives during the Great War, is perhaps the only one of its kind in the whole world. It is not, as many people believe, a monument in the sense of a statue, but a large building in the very centre of Edinburgh castle. Some years ago the people of Edinburgh tore down an old delapidated wing of the castle, and with the stone from it built this most beautiful memorial, a building of one storey, dedicated in particular to the Scottish men who both fought and fell in the war. On entering one is struck with the quiet atmosphere of rever- ence pervading it, the light is very much like that of a church, as it shines dimly through stained glass windows, which are in themselves a work of art. They depict every activity of war life, the guns, the air force, the navy and many others; the pictures are not only true to life but are painted in exquisite dim 66 SAMARA colours, blending in with the whole surrounding atmosphere. Along the walls in the interior of the Hall of Honour are stone panels each belonging to an individual regiment; the latter design their own panel with the regimental colours, coat of arms and a carved inscription giving the number of men they lost, and the names of the battles in which they fought. Beneath each panel is a red leather-bound volume, and here one may find the names of every man belonging to that regiment, and the name of every man that was killed. These panels are monuments in themselves, giving us a clear idea of how much was sacrificed for our happiness in those four terrible years. One little corner is set apart to all the women who so bravely carried on during the war, here there is a large stone tablet en- graved with a written appreciation of their work, and two bronze friezes of the most perfect workmanship, representing the nurses at work at the front. There is a small shrine divided from the main Hall of Honour by bronze gates in which stands a marble base holding a richly carved steel casket ; this casket was presented by King George and contains the name of every known Britisher killed in the war. The marble base is placed on the highest peak of Edinburgh Rock, and there is a space in the floor through which this piece of rock penetrates. Around the three sides of the alcove is a long bronze frieze, the work of one woman alone, and probably the most beautiful part of the whole memorial. It shows in marching order, every type of soldier imaginable, from the young daring boy of eighteen to the good old English " tommy " , and in the group are not forgotten the dog with the pad on his back; the mule, and the carrier pigeons. The whole interior of the building is grey stone or grey marble; placed at intervals are stone pillars which are also carved, one with a portrait of Earl Haig, another with two little mice entitled " the Tunneller ' s Friends " and still many more. Over the entrance door on the inside is the figure of an angel carved in stone, with wings outspread and holding above her head the golden torch of sacrifice. All these details go to make up a building and memorial which cannot but forevei keep with us the memory of those " glorious dead " ; it is full of a beauty and dignity unrivalled by any other monument existing, and words can never convey how much it means to the people of Scotland and Canada, and, in fact, to the whole British Empire. Harriett Mathias, VI u. SAMARA 67 FATE HE PLAY begins in a small German village, in the year 1894. The scene is the inteiior of a little cottage. At the moment it is lit up by the cheering rays of the early morning sun. The furniture is simple, but sturdy. There is an old-fashioned carved wooden chest just under the open lattice window; to the left is a china-cupboard, and a door leading into another room. A table and chairs stand in the middle of the room, and to the right is another door opening directly on to the garden. Muslin curtains hang at the windows; the atmosphere is bright and cheerful. Suddenly the door is opened by a blonde young giant, who turns, smiling, and carefully assists his young wife, Anna, over the thieshold. She is holding he-- newly-chris- tened baby in her arms. Anna smiles at him and going over to the table, sits down, gently rocking the child. Her husband, Karl, turns back to the door, bowing and smiling his welcome to the other thiee arrivals: Franz and Jan, old friends of the young couple, and the village priest, Herr Hertz. Franz, the first to enter, is a portly good-natured middle-aged German; he comes in chuckling, and rubbing his fat hands to- gether; unbuttoning his tight green coat, he sinks with a gasp of relief into the nearest chair. He is closely attended by his friend, Jan, also in the traditional costume of old Germany, and almost as portly as Franz. He walks over to the young mother, and, pulling out a ponderous watch and chain, he dangles it in front of the child. Last of all the priest enters; he is a grey-haired man of about fifty. Franz [to the room at large) : A fine boy! {chuckling) A fine boy! {The young husband approaches the priest, who is standing aloof.) Karl: Sit down. Father. Hertz: I thank you. {He comes and sits down, facing the audience) . Anna: Come and sit down too, Karl. (To Jan): He is so excited and happy. Jan (with a great booming laugh) : And why not, eh? Father of the finest boy in Germany! Hertz: Aye. When he ' s giown to man ' s estate, he will be- hold Germany at the height of her power; our sons will be blest with her coming glory. {Franz and Jan exchange glances. There is a moment ' s silence The piiest sits staring into space, his hands clenched on the table.) 68 S A M A R ' A Franz {reassuring him) : Ay, that ' s so. Little Paul there will be as proud of his countiy as we. He will grow up to be as fine a man as his father. Some day, perhaps, Germany will be proud of her son. Hertz: I pray it will be so. A man ' s country must come first. Karl who has been standing at Anna ' s shoulder, gazing with adoration at his son ' s face, now speaks in awed tones to the priest) : And I promise you it will be so, Father. All my life I have prayed for this happiness. God has been good to me. {The priest nods.) My dream is fulfilled. I have a son. I am content. Anna (softly) : Ay, Karl we have been blessed. My little Paul! {She presses the child ' s cheek gently to her own.) {The two old men smile at each other. The priest ' s head is dropped on his breast.) Karl [to Anna) : May I take him for a moment? (She nods, and smiles as he gingerly gathers the chid up into his arms, and holds him close, looking into his face with so much pride and love in his pwn, that Jan looks at his boots, and Franz coughs, and wipes his spectacles with a large red handkerchief . Kahl has for- gotten them.) Anna {getting up briskly): Come, we must all drink to celebrate this day. (She goes to the cupboard and takes out some beer mugs; the two old men bright- en visibly.) Hertz (rousing from his re- verie): My child! So early? Anna (coaxingly) : Just a wee drop, Father, to drink my baby ' s health and happiness. (She smiles up at him, and the priest can refuse her nothing.) Jan: Ah! (rubbing his hands) Of course we drink little Paul ' s SAMARA 69 health! (Beaming across at Franz.) Eh? Franz, my old f iend? We drink the health of our godsoi, eh? Franz: Su -ely, surely, but only a little for me, Anna When one gets old — well, maybe I will take just a little drop more, for the occasion. {He accepts a foaming mug from Anna ' s hand. She gives one to each, and they all rise, the young father in the centre, Anna and Jan on his left, Franz and the priest on his right. They stand with mugs uplifted, then slowly drink. The scene begins to blur, the other four are blotted out, leaving father and child the last to fade away.) Scene II.— The Year 1913. {The same as Scene I. It is evening. Most of the room is cast into shadow. Twilight creeps in at the unshuttered window and plays softly on the features of a man who sits at the table. It is Karl and little changed. His wife Anna has been dead for some years now, Karl ' s hair has iurned slightly grey at the temples, and his shoulders are a little stooped. His whole life and being vibrate in the life of his son, Paul, who has gone to Canada to seek his fortune, with the cheerful optimism of youth. At the moment we find Karl, he has just finished reading a letter from Paul, and had been startled by the sound of the latch being lifted, and the door opening to admit Herr Hertz, who has aged greatly since we last saw him.) Hertz: A letter from Paul? Karl: Yes, yes, a letter from my boy. He is very, very happy. {He looks eagerly up at the set face of the priest.) Very happy. Father. I could not blame Paul; we were too old for his youth; he had to make a way for himself. {Almost defiantly.) I am proud of him. Hertz {quietly): And his way took him away fiom his Father- land. Do you not realize, Karl, that Paul is no longer a German? Karl {uneisily)-. No, no, Father! Paul loves the Fatherland as much as you or I. Hertz: And yet he went away. {He sits down abruptly) I loved him, Karl; as much as though he were my own son. (Karl nods gently.) It hurt, I cannot say how much when he left his own country. I had hoped that some day he would do something great for Germany. {He is silent for a moment, then places his hand on Karl ' s shoulder.) Forgive me, old friend. Come, we will forget about me and my dreams. Paul is doing well? 70 SAMARA Karl {eagerly) : Yes, yes, Father. Look, here is his letter. Read it. Hertz (reading aloud) : " The farm is coming on like a house on fire " {looking at Karl, puzzled.) What does he mean by that? Karl {slowly): 1 think he means his farm prospers. Hertz: Ah! {He turns back to the letter.) " The old lady is in the pink. " Old lady? Pink? Karl: t could not understand it at first. It is his way. It means his wife is very well. Hertz {nodding slowly): Ah, yes; I see he still begs you to go over and live with him. Are you going, Karl? Karl: I miss him, Father. I think perhaps next year I will go. You do not mind? {pleadingly). I — I miss him, Father. Hertz: I understand, Karl. Go to him. Anna would want you to. You cannot be happy away from him. He is your life. Karl {radiant) : I shall go. I shall go to my son. Father, next year, without fail. Hertz: Do not put it off any longer, my friend. (Rising.) Go and join Paul next year. (He sighs.) There are not many of the old familiar faces left. I, too, weary of this world. I would almost welcome the grim Angel of Death, who offers rest to the old and tired. (He pauses at the door.) Remember me to Paul. Good-bye. (He goes out, and is instantly swallowed up by the dusk. Karl follows to the door, and stands there, the letter tightly clutched in his hand.) Scene III.— The Year 1916. A small dugout, somewhere in the German front trenches, dimly lit by guttering candles. On the left are rude wire bunks. On the right, a rough table and some chairs made from Idoxcs. At the back, mud-covered steps lead up to the trench above. Mingled with the dull rumble of the guns can be heard the guttural voice of the batman humming a song punctuated by the hiss of frying bacon. He hums softly, so as not to disturb the officer writing at the table. He is a smallish man, with a short bristling moustache. His helmet is off, displaying his close-cropped hair. He looks up at the sound of footsteps descending from the upper trench. It is Karl again: but so changed! War has lined his face, twisted the once kind mouth into hard lines, torn the laughter from his eyes: he is greatly aged. He slumps wearily to a chair and sinks down into it. SAMARA 71 Karl (tonelessly) : He is still there. I cannot stand it. { The bullet-headed officer Looks up questioningly . Karl turns and looks at him, then speaks louder.) I tell you, Fritz, he is still there. And I shot him like a dog. So young! He is lying there suffer- ing. {Suddenly shouting.) Well? Why don ' t you say some- thing? He would have shot me, had he had the chance. It ' s true, isn ' t it? {The officer nods shortly, and Karl collapses into his chair again.) What was it Herr Hertz used to say about the Fatherland? He said Germany would be covered with glory. He did not know that this was the way she would try to gain it! Nothing but mud, filth, blood, death; men like beasts, my hands, all our hands, covered with blood. To-day I have slain, and so it will be to-morrow, and the next day, until the dice are thrown against me, and I die. {He shrugs.) Death is kind, for it offers peace. {He starts as another officer descends the steps. He rubs his ice-cold hands together to induce warmth. Sitting down he addresses the two at large.) Officer: A man could freeze to a block of ice up there. {The little officer grunts assent.) It ' s tough on that poor devil out there in a shell-hole. {He pulls out his pipe and lights it.) Karl {shortly)-. What poor devil? Officer: Fellow who was shot near our lines to-day. {He looks up.) You ought to know. You shot him. {He pulls at his stubborn pipe.) He ' ll be gone by morning {laughing). I don ' t envy him his night in a freezing shell hole. Karl {getting up abruptly and snatching his helmet from the table, leaves the dugout). 2nd Officer [looking at the first) : Nerves? The other shrugs, and getting up, begins to put his papers away. He reaches for his great coat, but turns about, hand upraised, as a private comes running down the steps. 1st Officer {impatiently): Well? Private: Major Krieghoff ' s men have gone over the top, sir. He wants you to stand by to help him. {With a muttered ' ' Gott im HimmeV the 1st Officer puts on his helmet, and the private goes out. A few stray shots are heard; then harsh voices, and a few seconds later two men come carefully down the steps, carrying between them a heavy burden. It is Paul, but so covered with blood and grime that we scarcely recognize him. He moans feebly as he is placed on the bunk. Karl, as though his life has been drained from him can only stand there and mutter " PauW ' PaulP ' The little officer is about to say something, but seeing Karl ' s face, he stops, and 72 SAMARA abruptly leaves the dugout, followed by his fellow. Karl is left alone with his son. Paul (mo ing restlessly) : Water Water ! Karl {coming to himself with a start, fumbles for his flask, with eyes blinded by tears, He raises Paul with his arm, and holds the flask to his mouth.) Paul {drinks, then lets his head fall back, and gazes directly into Karl ' s ace): Dad? Is that you, Dad? (Karl nods; he cannot SAMARA 73 Speak; Paul laughs a little.) Fancy meeting you here! It ' s- — it ' s great to see you. Ka rl: Oh, Paul! Paul {his body feels numb, and his senses are dim. He realises vaguely there is something wrong, hut cannot tell what it is.) Mustn ' t worry about me, Dad. {He puts his arm around Karl ' s shoulder.) Oh! {He suddenly remembers, and fumbles at his tunic pocket.) I have something to show you. {His fingers cannot undo the but- ton, so Karl does it for him, and pulls out a letter and photograph from the pocket.) Thanks, Dad. It ' s a letter from Mary. I just got it yesterday {he laughs). What does it feel like to be a grand- father? {He holds up the photograph.) He is a fine-looking boy, isn ' t he! {Wistfully.) I wish I could see . . . just once ... (a long pause.) Dad! Karl: Yes, Paul. {He tries in vain to steady his voice.) Paul: Will you take care of him . . . after? He ' ll need someone. Love him as much as you have loved me. {Eagerly, as Karl does not answer.) Dad, you will take care of him? Karl: I — I swear I will. {His face is contorted with grief; but Paul ' s sight is dim. He gives a little sigh of staisfaction, his arm slips from around Karl ' s neck. He whispers): So tired, Dad! Hold me tight. (Karl has to bend his head to catch the faint Good-bye ' Paul ' s body falls limp, his head falls back, and so he dies, with the coming of dawn. Karl lays the body gently down and covers his face with his hands. The batman pokes his head round the door, asking in a hoarse voice, ' Will you have your break- fast now, sir? ' ' Karl lifts his head, answering in a choked voice, ' Go away " . The batman, with an aggrieved look retires and Karl is left alone again.) Scene IV.— The Year 1927. The interior of a room, in a fairly large and prosperous-looking farm-house. A cheerful fire dispels the cold of the winter ' s evening. The reflection of its flames plays about an old man ' s face, as he sits before the fire, dozing. It is Karl again, but with his features softened by the soothing hands of Time. His face is lined, his hair grey; but he is happy. A log crackles in the fireplace, and he starts out of his sleep: the outer door opens, and a young boy comes in, stamping the snow from his feet. He surreptitiously holds his ha ' ndkerchief to his bleeding nose; his coat is torn, and 74 SAMARA he attempts to steal past his grandfather, who is now wide awake, and exclaims in a gently rebuking tone) Karl: Paul, Paul, you have been fighting again! What will your mother say? Tell me that. Paul {laughing) : Heaps, I expect. But you won ' t, will you, grandad? {He pulls off his coat, and exclaims with satisfaction): There were two of them, but I licked ' em both. Karl: Why did you fight them, Paul? Paul: They were saying nasty things about you a ain; be- cause you were a German. I told them I ' d kill them if they said anything against you, and I will. {He throws his arms round Karl ' s neck.) Karl: Don ' t talk of killing, Paul, ever. {He holds the boy close.) You are very dear to me, you know. Paul: It ' s because I remind you of Dad, isn ' t it? You ' ve been the only Dad I ' ve known. Karl {eagerly): Have I filled his place, Paul? Paul {nodding with conviction) : I expect that German is sorxy now that he shot my father, isn ' t he? SAMARA 75 Karl (slowly) : He would rather have been slain himself, Paul. I know that. Some day, when you are oldei, I will tell you the whole story. I will tell you a little now. Sit down here, on my knee. (Paul scrambles up, and settles himself comfortably, eager for the story, although he has heard it many times before.) Karl {staring into the fire, one hand stroking the boy s hair.) : It was a long, long time ago, Paul, when your father was a little boy . . . (his voice becomes indistinct, as the last scene of all begins to fade. The pictures of the old man and his grandson, whose head rests confidingly on Karl ' s shoulder, blur slowly, and are gone.) — Elizabeth McMillan, VI Arts. REMINISCENCES Granite mountains massed against the sky, Steepled pine-trees soughing by the brook — Gurgling water flashing o ' er the stones — Game trout leaping, fighting, ' gainst the hook. Creak of leather, thud of racing hoofs. Rushing wind sweet-scented with the clover- — How the brave horse strains beneath your hand; ' ' Steady, boy, and whoa there " - — up — and over. Plunging swiftly from a sun-splashed rock, Through the waters coolly deep and green; Rising slowly, striking for the shore, Wet and glistening, laughing, bronzed and lean. Scuff of feet jast-beating on the court, Ping of balls shot low across the net — • Speed of foot and hand and eye opposed, Smiling silence of a hard-fought set. Slosh of water washing past the bows. Gunwales buried deep in foam and spray; Sun and wind and water, sky and shore, Swift and free she sails across the bay. Muffled forests, mountains vast and vague. Night ' s cloak splashed with dew drops; lustrous moon Pouring molten silver on the lake: Far-off ' , ghostly, hollow laughs a loon. • — Betty Sifton, VI Upper, 76 SAMARA A DAY IN A FAIRY ' S LIFE INKER-BELL was very excited, It was the Fairy Queen ' s birthday, and she had asked everybody, up to the Httle Squirrels. It was to be at the High CHff Rock, with the water lashing against the cliffs. The moon would be high in th.2 heavens, the cedars, and the tall oaks, would sway with the night wind. The fir cones were to be their little boats in which to sail on the angry waters. Yes! indeed, it would be very delightful. Tinker-bell left her home in a gauzy gown of thistle-down, as she floated through the air she remembered that there were t:) be singing competitions, trick diving, swimming above water and under. They would crown an ordinary Fairy who was the best in disposition, kindest to people in trouble, and the prettiest. The person could keep the laurel crown and be the Queen ' s cham- ber-maid for three moons. Just then Tinker-Bell heard a cry of pain. It was a mortal ' s cry. Looking below, she perceived a little boy, who was wedged half between a stone. She knew in about two or three minutes the tide would turn and the little boy would be drowned in the heartless sea. Tinker-Bell hesitated, for if she was late for the feast, they might not let her in. Then she swooped down, getting a tight grasp of the stone and freed the little boy. When he saw the Fairy he was awe-struck. Then Tinker-Bell saw an anxious mother, in the far distance calling the little boy. When the little boy told his mother about his adventure, she said that he must have been dreaming, and when he went with his mother to show her Tinl cer-Bell she had vanished, and he began to doubt it if really had happened. For no mortal can see a Fairy and afterward doubt it. So the little boy went SAMARA 77 sadly away. In the meantime, Tinker-Bell had flown up, her wing had caught on a sharp ledge. She h d fallen into the sea and got stuck in some little toy boat. When each big wave came she thought it would be the end. How long she stayed there she did not know- — it seemed hours. Just as the little boat sank forever, gentle arms lifted her; and then: whirr, whirr. Tinker- Bell heard music, and she was looking into the eyes of the Fairy Queen. Suddenly the Queen was saying that people like Tinker- Bell deserve credit. Tinker-Bell was crowned with the laurel leaves. She thought she was in paradise. It was one of the happiest days in a Fairy ' s life. — Marion Monk, Form III, AN ELMWOOD GIRL Her hair is always sleek and trim. And kept beneath a bobby-pin; Her uniform is always neat From collared neck to shining feet; Her face is always sweetly clean And glows beneath its satin sheen; Her hands are always soft and pink And never, never, stained ivith ink; Even if she ' s poor at games She does not always wish for rains. But does her best at Basket-bal Whether she be short or tall. In the class-room she ' s no shirk, {To pass exams we all must work) She listens as the mistress speaks. And takes it in, for fulure weeks. As you can see, she is no ' I oiler ' But a model Elmwood scholar! —B.Kennedy. Ta. 78 SAMARA ANAGRAM Elmwood School = How Seldom Cool. — S. Skelton. Lower V c. ENIGMA My first is in work but not in play My second in speak but not in say My third in Algebra and also in Latin My fourth is in silk but not in satin My fifth in white but not in black And my last in front but not in back — My whole is a part of Elmwood. MoiRA Leathem, Lower V c. Answer = " Keller " . AN OLD VIOLIN HUMMED quietly one of my master ' s favourite compositions of Beethoven. Those old fingers of his, never too tired to be used this way, carefully wielded the bow across my strings, which responded by a cadence of silvery notes. As he played, solemn satisfaction stole across his wrinkled old face, and transfigured its expression. Suddenly hurried footsteps were heard on the rickety old stairs, and in another instant the door was flung open, displaying the form of a small boy, with tousled hair and face eloquent with anguish. Panting desperately, he fell at the old man ' s foot, sobbing as if his heart would break. After placing me carefully on a bench nearby, the old man lifted the child on to his knee, and questioned him as to his sudden appearance in such distress. " Oh, Alf! " he sobbed. " It is terrible! My poor, poor Jo-jo! He ' s dead, Alf! He was run over and killed ' I ' ll never see him again. I ' ll never give him his dinner any more, and he won ' t be sleeping at the foot of my bed when I wake in the morning. " At this multitude of terrifying thoughts, his little frame shook with uncontrollable anguish. For beside his one old sailor-friend, Alf, he had no one in the world except Jo-Jo, his puppy. SAMARA 79 My master made several attempts to quieten his little pal, but without success; his heart-bending sobs rent the silence of the darkening room, with pitiful legularity. Finally, the old man laid him on his bed, and picking me up fiom the bench, began to play a soothing lullaby. Immediately the room seemed to change in atmosphere. The little fellow ' s face lost its sad forsaken ex- pression, and was transformed to a tranquil peacefulness. Slowly the tear-stained eyelids closed, and he fell into a serene slumber, lulled by the soft strains of " Alf ' s violin " . — J. Heubach, Vc Upper. THE MOON The moon looked down on the world below Which was robed in a gown of dazzling snow. The earth was chill, and home-fires burnt low, The dawn was coming, the moon must soon go. The morn was on her hurried way The sun would soon come and drive the moon away And then would shine forth in its best array That the world might rejoice at the bright new day. — Grace McDougald, Form III. 80 SAMARA A TWILIGHT REVERIE HE SUNSET blazed in a glory of rose and gold across the sky, tinging the banks of purple cloud with scarlet and staining the glassy surface of the bay with streaks of crimson, while from the shore the wooded slopes rolled back, to rise in misty purple masses against the sky-line. A white road wound across the hills, and in a hollow a clustered village nestled in quiet contentment, its church bells tolHng forth the vesper hour. On a jutting shoulder of the hills there perched a cottage, with thatched roof, and white-washed walls. A garden rich in colour stretched behind it; purple wistaria and scarlet roses covered its walls. A little silver-haired old lady, clad in a neat black dress relieved with spotless white at collar and cuffs, sat tatting on the patch of lawn before the door. Her sweet face, lined by the kindly hands of Time with infinite wisdom, wore a look of dreamy reminiscence; and her blue eyes, a little ired, and faded with age, but beautiful with the light of great love and understanding, gazed wistfully over the bay, while her hands worked busily at their task. The years fell back, sea and hills faded from her view, as she dwelt in memory upon the pictures of the past. . . . She saw a laughing, curly-haired boy, her son, clinging to the rough mane of his pony, as it raced with thudding hoofs across the village g een, while his tall, handsome, soldierly young father stood proudly looking on. She saw the same curly-haired boy driving for the first time through the gates of the great ivy -clad school, standing, a hesitating slim young figure, upon the steps at the entrance, glancing at his father foi confidence, gazing in wonder at the vast playing fields, and long corridors; solemnly shaking hands with the Head, and shooting a furtive wistful glance at his parents as they drove away. Then she saw him, tall, fair, broad-shouldered, running flushed and i uddy from the wicket, at his last cricket-match, laughing down at her, as the mad cheers of the school rang in her ears, and pride in this great boy of hers thrilled through her veins. . . . The flush of sunset faded from the sky, the misty bay gleamed silver here and there; the sharp outline of the hills softened to a purple haze, and over all brooded the deep tender blue of the SAMARA 81 twilight sky. The birds were hushed, the deep tones of the bells ceased, and the only sound was the breeze whispering through the trees. A look of tender sadness, bitter-sweet, softened the old face, and deepened the blue of the faded eyes. She saw her boy, in the pride of his early manhood: she heard the hum of his car coming along the drive, tlie grinding of brakes, and slamming of doors, and he as suddenly kneeling before her, his strong 3 oung face grave and sad, striving to comfort her, in her stricken widow- hood. . . . The twilight deepened; from a neighbouring thicket a night- ingale ' s song burst forth. The first star pierced the shadows of the night, flinging a spear of light down through the waters of the bay. The whole sky brightened with a steely glow, as the gleam- ing disc of the moon topped the horizon, pouring molten silver on the still waters. Now the old lady saw her son in all the vigour of his stalwart manhood: tall, straight and soldierly, he smiled down at her. The bands blared forth, and there he was with his regiment, marching by to embark for the front. . . . Somewhere a dog howled dismally at the moon. The old lady shivered and gathered up her work, to go in to the cheerful fireside. Was she a little lonely? She wondered where her boy was to-night. She wondered when he would be home again. . . . In far-off India a young British officer leant on the ramparts of the fort, gazing away to where the cold moon gleamed on the snows of Afghanistan. A jackal howled in the distance; behind him, in the dark fort, a dog yelped. . . . He saw again the wooded hills of England, and the glassy bay bathed in the sunset glow. On a shoulder of the hill he saw a cottage, with thatched roof, and white-washed walls. A garden rich in colour stretched be- hind it; purple wistaria and scarlet roses covered its walls. On the patch of lawn before the door he saw a little silver-haired old lady sitting tatting, and gazing dreamily out over the bay, while her hands worked busily. . . . " Fumy how homesick one gets out here sometimes. . . . The Mater must be getting on. . . . ' Wonder when the overseas mail comer in. . . . " — B. SiFTON, VI Upper. 82 SAMARA A SONG AT DUSK SHE SAT, a slender imaginative girl of seventeen, curled up in a big chair by the radio, oval chin resting pensively cn slim hand, her dreamy dark eyes musinp into the chill wintry dusk. Her fingers toyed absently with the dial beside hei, and presently strains of popular music filled the shadows. Memory nestled smiling in her eyes, and they closed in happy recollection of past times. How that tune came back! She was dancing at the Golf Club with Johnny. It was summer, and around her young couples glided, eager, blissful, clad in chiffon, organdie or white flannels. . . . Now the melody had changed. There were the tinkling notes of a music-box, and presently her grandmother appeared, a laugh- ing girl in a crinoli e, hair flying and eyes sparkling in the candle- light as she daintily tripped the polka with her gallant partner. . . . Now the deep, majestic voice of an organ peeled forth, echoing amid the lofty pillars of a huge cathedral. A candle burned before the altar, where a peasant woman knelt in prayer. The saints gazed peacefully down from their stained-glass windows, and the vision blurred and faded as the mellow tones died slowly away. . . . With a rollicking clatter, there appeared the gay nineties, with fans and flirtations, bustles and buggies. Merrily they danced the " Cake Walk " upon the shining glass floor of " Castles in the Air. " . . . Next the quiet depths of a woodland pool, shy forget-me-nots hiding by the brink. Birds twittered softl in the leaves overhead, and there was the buzzing murmur of bees among the fragrant clover in the meadow. . . . Terror. Thunder. The frantic stampede of a maddened people through the flaming streets of a doomed city. The deep, warning peal of mighty bells. . . . " Ladies and gentlemen, this programme has been coming to you through the courtesy of the Hepsodent Toothpaste Company. Hepsodent is best for the gums— " She snapped it cff, and rose wearily to her feet. It must be time for dinner. —Betty McLachlin, VI Matnc. S A MA R A 83 CROSSWORD PUZZLE ACROSS 2. 1. Story. 3. 5. Skin disease. 4. 9. Afternoon meal (pi.). 5. 11. To reduce pain. 6. 13. A pronoun. 7. 15. Convoys. 10. 17. A preposition. 11. 18. Anger. 12. 20. Large villages. 14. 21. Cry of disapproval. 16. 22. To have dinner. 17. 24. Tiny. 19. 25. Vote. 21. 26. Call. 23. 28. Noisy. 25. 29. Encounter. 27. 30. Sort. 28. 31. Seedless plant. 31. 33. Biblical City. 32. 35. A flower. 34. 36. Small vegetable. 35. 38. A city of which glorious things are spoken. 36. 40. Pronoun. 37. 41. Lends. 39. 43. Fish eggs. 41. 44. Manuscript (abbr.). 42. 45. A Fish (pi.). 45. 47. A compass point. 46. 48. Longitudinal extension. 48. 49. Part of the face. 50. 51. Fix. 52. Moistens. DOWN Preposition. Sheltered side. A direction. Rodents. A beast of burden. Compass point. Flat-bottomed boat. Sea eagle. Reserved. Ireland. Indebted. Related. Makes a smooth shiny surface to. Lady ' s dressing room. A hard mineral. Pools. Poetical for ever. Falsehood. Convulsions. Paper measure. Shines at night. A chalky mineral. A rod. Unknown. Report of recent events. To disembark. Winter rain. Wrongdoing. Compass point. French article. And (Latin). E. Symington, Upper Vc 84 SAMARA HUMOUR We learn from recent examinations that: Cartier sailed through the Straits of Belle Isle into the Gulf of Mexico, and landed on Gaspe Peninsula, where he planted the English Flag in the name of the King of France. Shoebear wrote the " Moonlight Sonata " . When St. Paul was brought before Agrippa and Bernice, he told such a good stoiy that he would have go away with it, if he handii ' t appealed to Caesar. (a) The Ironsides were a troop of horses trained by Titus Oates. (6) Titus Oates was a man who trained a troop of horses called the Ironsides. A Yak is a baby Goofc. It was Nelson ' s face that " launched a thousand ships " . " The man stagge: ' ed upstairs with a tottering gate. " Roasted peacock, Boer ' s head, and other delicacies were set before them at the feast. -H. M. SAMARA 85 Q. ' — What rank does your brother hold in the Cadet Corps? A.- — He ' s a pantaloon. leader. Q. — Who was a shipwrecked singer? A.- — Robinson Carusoe. The consumption of raw cotton was multiplied fivefold in thirty years. A tasty salad? The cow or cows are milked and on some farms are poured into large pans over night. IMPOSSIBILITIES OF LOWER Vc What would happen if: Geny Bronson ever frowned? Kay Irwin ' s things kept out of pound? Joany Fraser was very quiet? Lorraine Bate went on a diet? Hopey Gilmour ' s week was clear? Izzy ' s French to her was dear? If Alison in Latin ever got A? Sheila ever missed a day? Kay Inkster made a lot of noi e? Or Ailsa cultivated a gentle voice? ■ — MoiRA Leathem, Lower V c. 86 SAMARA WHAT PRICE BEAUTY? At evening when we go to our beds It ' s curler time for most straight heads That in the morn when we arise Our curls are worth ' most any prize. The hair is wound around the rolls Like so much hay around some poles, But the effect in the morning is a sight to see, Everyone ' s as pretty as they ' d hoped to be! The torture to possess these rolls Is suffered (for beauty) by many souls Who think that a curl or so at the back, Adds a touch of loveliness they should not lack. Now if you are thinking of doing the same. Take my advice, it ' s an old, old game. The latest from Paris is to wear the short crop So if you want to be stylish your roll must stop. — Virginia Copping, V c. IT PAYS TO ADVERTISE Helen MacKay: " Bottled sunshine " . NiNi Keeper: " It ' s easy to be smart " . Betty Plaunt: " Beware of Athlete ' s foot " . Sybil Doughty: " No lonely evenings for this blonde " . Cynthia Copping: " Chew Dentyne and smile " , Isabel Bryson: " Avoid that future shadow " . Anna MacKay: " See your dentist at least twice a year " . Hope Gilmour: " That schoolgirl complexion " . Debora Coulson: " They laughed when I sat down to play " . June White: " Built for sound " . Anna Wilson: " The pause that refreshes " . Betty Hamilton: " The spice of the programme " . —By B. C; B. S.; and M. C. SAMARA 87 FAVOURITE EXPRESSIONS OF THE STAFF I really mean that, girls! That ' s it! A Frenchman says . . . Simply ripping! Put it that way . . . How very trying . . . Surely these belong to someone? All get ready for the walk ! Now persevere — That ' s ver ' important. All the better for your asking. Who says:- 88 SAMARA PRIZE STORY LADY WITH A LANTERN BY Angela Aird THE TINY Midland village of Grantshaven was dozing in the sun of a hot July afternoon. The white cottages had closed their green shutters sleepily, a dusty spaniel was crouched, nose on paws, beneath a tired-looking elm-tree, and a few hens scratched absently, clucking to themselves in a low tone, as they wandered about in front of the inn. Presently the hoarse cough of a motor was heard in the distance, and a large red touring-car containing a merry-looking group of Americans rumbled down the main street. The spaniel opened one drowsy eye and the hens scattered with a faint squawk, but otherwise the only impression left by the interruptions was the faint smell of petrol. Anthony P. Walker was a typical American business-man, husband and father. In appearance he was a large man of about fifty, with a healthily pink complexion and grizzled hair. His wife Louise was from the South. She was fragile in appearance, with great brown eyes; she was quietly in love with Anthony, and adored her two children, Cecily and young Tony. Cecily, a deli- cate girl of about seventeen, had inherited her mother ' s dusky beauty, and was thrilled at the prospect of travelling. Her brother, Anthony Walker, Jr., was a bright-looking boy of four- teen. He mourned loudly at missing the base-ball season, but snapped many photographs with his Kodak, and carved his initials with relish on every conspicuous landmark he could find. The Walkers had brought their own touring-car with them, and so far everything had gone very well. " Say, " remarked Anthony, " this country sure is as pretty as it ' s cracked up to be! " " And how! " exclaimed Cecily. " Cecily, dear, how many times must I tell you not to — oh! look at that too divine house! " They all looked in the direction in which Louise was pointing. Not much of the house was visible, a few chimneys, craning over the tops of the ancient yew-trees, and a grey stone turret with a drooping flag, was all that could be seen from the high-road, but a delapidated, winding drive-way terminating in a rusty pair of grilled iron gates bearing the inscrip- tion " Gravenhurst Manor " hinted at what might be beyond. Samara went to print before the results of the Short Story Competition were officially announced and therefore the real name of the winner was with- held. The prize was won by Betty McLachlin for her story " Lady with a Lantern " . 1 SAMARA 89 " Gee! ' cried Cecily. " Stop a second, Dad, I ve just got to get a snap of those gates! " While his sister focusFed the Kodak, Tony scouted round hope- fully for a conspicuous place on which to carve " A.P.WJr. " " Here ' s some wood! " he announced triumphantly after a short search. " Right on the gate, too. " The murderous jack-knife was snapped open, but just as operations were commencing, he stopped short with a whistle. " Say, it ' s a sign. All covered with ivy! ' Rooms to Let ' . " " Anthony, do let ' s stay here to-night, " said Louise. " Really, I couldn ' t bear to leave that dear little tower! ' Her husband looked doubtful. " Do you think it ' s all right? That sign looks pretty old to me. " " Aw, come on, Dad, " pleaded Cecily and Tony in unison. " Here ' s a workman, ' ' continued Cecily. " You can ask him. " A farm labourer was shuffling slowly along the road, his ancie:it shoulders bent beneath the weight of an immense scythe. As he drew level with the car he halted, and his leathery cheeks w.inkled into a smile. " Furriners, eh? Be ye wantin ' anything? " " We were just wondering if they still rent rooms at the house up there, " said Anthony. The old man scratched his head. " Wal, I reckon she could put ye up. I dunno — " his tone was strange, and he glanced covertly at the chimneys. " What do you mean? Who is ' she ' ? " " Wal, ye ' ve come to about the only person who kin answer ye proper. I ' ve lived here, man an ' boy, fer seventy years, and I remember the night it happened as clear as ' twere yesterday. " Cecily leaned forward, her eyes shining with interest. She scented romance. " Do tell us about it. " The old man looked at her approvingly. " Ay. Ye ' d like to hear it, M ' issie. Ye ' U be getting a young man of yer own soon, and like as not ye like a bit of romance. " " Shoot then, " urged Tony. " ' She ' s ' the Hon ' rable Elizabeth Gravenhurst, last of the family. Her father. Sir Henry, died some fifty years ago, and she ' s lived all alone ever since Just herself in the big house. Used t ' keep boarders to pay fer her biead, but there ain ' t been none there for many years. Reckon the place gave them the creeps. Or maybe ' twas her herself. " " Ooh! Is the house haunted? " Cecily asked eagerly as he paused. 90 SAMARA " ' Tisn ' t the house. It ' s her! She went queer. I ' ll tell ye how it happened. When she was a young girl, she fell in love with two twins, Peterson their name was. One was a slender young fellow, Ralph; wrote music an ' all. The other was a steadier sort of lad, int ' rested in machinery, an ' he invented some new- fangled kind of locomotive. ' Twas a big success, and the track to Lunnon ran right by the house, just below the hill there. The Limited still runs there, passes ' bout midnight, roarin ' like old Harry. " " I like the musical one best, " remarked Cecily. " Nuts! " scoffed her brother. " What about the one who in- vented a train? " " How did the story end? " asked Louise. " Wal, the thin young man asked her to marry him, and she said she would. Then she turned around ar d got engaged to the inventor-chap. The other fellow said he was goin off to droAn ' d hisself, and never was heard of since. Miss Elizabeth ' s young man used to take the train up to Lunnon every night, and she alius ' left a candle burning in her window an ' stood beside it so ' s he could see her when he passed. " One night there was a turrible storm. I remember, I was just a little shaver at the time. Wal, it rained so that part of the hill fell in over the track just afore train-time. Somehow she knowed it, an ' ran dowii to the rails in all the wind an ' rain, swing- ing a lantern to stop her young man. She was too late, though, the train was smashed, and her young man along with it. " The Walkers gasped in dist. ess. " Wal, she went quee: " from then on. Every night it stormed she ' d get down on that track with a lantern, yellin ' ' Michael for blue murder. I mind onct it took three men to drag her away. Then Sir Henry took her to a doctor in Lunnon, and she got alright. When he died she started taking in boarders — payin ' guests she called ' em. But she h ' aint had nobody there for some years now, I reckon. " There was silence as the (iild man stopped speaking. The sun had sunk slowly as he talked. Long shadows were stealing now, and the west was stained crimson, amethyst and gold with the last light of day. Anthony spoke. " That sure was sad, what you told us. " Cecily sighed. " Gee. And she never saw the other one again? " SAMARA 91 " Nary a glimpse, Missie. But I ' m sure she ' d be right glad to take you in. Needs the money bad enough. " " Are you sure Miss Gravenhurst is alright now? " asked An- thony. " Ay. Oh, she ' ve had boarders a-plenty. Wal, I ' ll be gettin ' along. " " Thank you ever so much, " said Cecily softly. " That ' s alright, Missie. Good evenin ' to ye! " The old man shuffled off down the road, the scythe gleaming softly over his bent shoulder. Gravenhurst Manor was a huge rambling srone mansion, which gave evidence of the stormy vicissitudes of three centuries. The roof lacked many a tile, the lawns were choked with weeds, and ivy was clustered heavily over many of the casement windows. But as the crimson sunset threw into relief the magnificent stone facade of the house, and high above the tattered Union Jack floated softly in the first evening breeze, the Walkers were struck with the forlorn majesty of the scene. In answer to Anthony ' s pull at the bell, the great sun-blistered portal creaked slowly open. A little old lady stood before him. She had snow-white hair, and her faded pink cheeks weie creased with a hundred wrinkles. Her eyes, Anthony noticed, gleamed strangely, but her voice was soft and sweet as she enquired a little nervously " Yes, my good man, what can I do for you? " " I ' m Anthony P. Walker, from Potsdam, New York. My wife and children and I are touring through this country, and we wanted a place for the night. " Miss Gravenhurst hesitated. " I haven ' t had anybody for so long — but that ' s quite alright. Please come in. I will try to make you comfortable. " Their hostess led the Walkers into a huge gloomy hall, hung with swords and heads of game. The place smelt damp and unused, while the great sto.:e staircase led up to unfathomable blackness above. Cecily shivered a little as she glanced about, and even Tony was silent. " I ' m sorry the place is so dusty, " Miss Gravenhurst was apolo- gising. " But I live alone, you see — • " " Why, we quite understand. " Louise rather regretted her hasty choice of a place to spend the night. " It ' s a beautiful old house. " 92 SAMARA ' ' Thank you, " the old lady smiled. Taking a candle, she led them up the stairs and along a broad passage. The flickeria.q: light showed rows of mysterious doors, all closed, and the rustle of Miss Gravenhurst ' s black silk dress echoed softly from the shadows. Presently they stopped in front of one of the doors, which their hostess opened. A large room was revealed, the corners still black in the faint light. It contained a huge four- poster bed on a dais, and a massive stone fire-place. Miss Graven- hurst turned to Anthony. " Your room is next. I ' m afraid I have only two bedrooms at present, so you will have to double up for to-night. As soon as you are ready, I shall have some supper prepared downstairs. " She vanished with a rustle into the dark passage. Anthony looked at his wife. " Well, you would have it! Come on, Tony. " When they had gone, Louise asked Cecily, " Are you nervous, dear? " " Not half as nervous as you are, " returned her daughter. " The house is spooky enough. But I think Miss Gravenhurst is sweet. " " Perhaps. " Louise lit some more candles, and Cecily gingerly felt the bed. " It ' s comfy, anyway. " They made a hasty toilet, and Cecily, with a brave effort, declared she was going down to help their hostess. " Sure you can find the way? " " I ' ll be alright. Hurry and get down. " Cecily took a candle and sped down the long passage to the head of the stairs. The candle flickered queer ly on the rough walls, and involuntarily she glanced behind her, half expecting something at her heels. As she descended, her footsteps reverberated through the immense hall to the vaulted ceiling high above. A gleam of light tnckled from underneath one of the doors,, and inside Cecily found a small room with a table set for five. A fire crackled cheerily on the hearth, and presently Miss Gravenhurst entered bearing a platter of salad. Cecily sprang to relieve her of it. " Thank you, my dear. " " Is there anything else I can do, Miss Gravenhurst? " " No thank you, everything is ready. " The old lady smiled. " It ' s so cheerful to have a young person he e again. " At this point the others entered, looking relieved at the cheery sight. During the meal Cecily and Miss Gravenhurst kept up the con- SAMARA 93 versa tion, and the old lady listened attentively to Cecily ' s eager tales of " Uncle Sam ' s " country. She talked well, and the two soon became friends. " You must come over some time, Miss Gravenhurst, " the girl declaied. " You ' d love New York, and we ' d have lots of fun showing you around. " " That ' s very sweet of you, Cecily. But I ' m afraid my place is here. My old home seems to hold me. It has s ) many memor- ies — " Cecily glanced at the old lady, and started. There was such a queer gleam in her eyes! She looked again, and Miss Gravenhurst smiled. " I must be crazy, " Cecily thought. " This old place is getting on my nerves. " After supper Louise complained of a head-ache and insisted upon Anthony accompanying her upstairs. When they had gone, the three settled themselves comfortably by the fire. " Gee, this seme place, Miss Gravenhurst, " declared Tony. She smiled. " King Charles presented that table to one of my ancestors. They were great friends. " " Gee whiz, that ' d be a slick place for my mitials! " Cecily seized his arm, horrified. " Tony, you terrible boy! " " Well, I just said it would be! " Miss Gravenhurst turned to him. " I ' m sorry, Tony. But there ' s a chair in the hall that Queen Elizabeth sat in — " he followed her with alacrity, making a grim- ace at his sister over his shoulder. She heard his voice through the door. " That ' s a funny old chair.! " Miss Gravenhurst smiled reassuringly at Cecily ' s an ious face as she returned. " Just a chair from the village store. It may amuse him. " " Miss Gravenhurst, you ' re a darling! " " Nonsense. Boys will be boys! " She sat down again by the fire. Cecily held up her hand. " Wasn ' t that thunder? " A peculiar expression crossed the oM lady ' s face and she rapped the words out sharply, " Go and see! " Surprised at her tone, the girl hastened to the window. Rain was streaming against the panes, and as she looked, a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the dripping garden. " Close the curtains! " Miss Gravenhurst was standing in the 94 SAMARA centre of the room. She was chafing her hands together excitedly, and her wrinkled face had gone ashen grey. " Why, what ' s the matter? " " Nothing, nothing. I just — don ' t like storms. They make me feel faint. " " Shall I get you some water? " " No, no, I ' ll be alright. Talk to me quickly, talk to me! " she almost shouted the words. Cecily, terrified, led her to a chair, and started to tell her about Potsdam, hardly hearing her own words. Miss Gravenhurst, whiter than ever, rocked her head to and fio curiously, and presently began to mutter to herself, " The train- — poor Michael — it ' s a bad storm! But you ' ll be alright, darling. Don ' t woriy. The hill — " suddenly she sprang to her feet with a dreadful cry. " The hill! It ' s fallen! Get the lantern! " Cecily stared at her, unable to move. " The lantern, I tell you girl. Get the lantern! " the old woman screamed, and advanced threateningly. J use then Anthony burst in, looked around amazed, and grabbed Cecily away roughly. " Cecily, get out of here! She ' s gone mad! " Miss Graven- hurst screamed louder than before as a crash of thunder echoed through the hiss of the rain outside. " Don ' t you understand? The hill has fallen in again! They ' ll all be killed. My Michael ' s there, I can see him! Save him for me! Fo» ' God ' s sake, get the lanteni! " " Where is it? " asked Cecily quietly. " At the front door, all oiled and ready. Take the path by the conservatory, and hurry, for the love cf God! Michael! Michael! " Her eyes sparkled insanely in the firelight, and her voice sounded young and strong as she pleaded. " Cecily! " cried her father. " You ' re not going! " " I must! Don ' t you see? She knows better than we do! " " I can see it! The track is buried already, and they are rush- ing to their doom! Michael! " The insane woman collapsed, and Cecily rushed fiom the room. " Cecily! " bellowed hei fathei. " Come back! " But the girl had seized the lantern, and flinging wide the great door, disappeared into the wild blackness. She halted, breathless, under the po.ch to light the lantern, and throwing up an arm to protect her face, ran on into the storm. Rain beat down upon her in torrents, and the wind howled deafeningly through the dripping trees. Between the shrieks of thunder a flickering blue lit the steep path fringed SAMARA 95 with bushes that led down the hill. She felt the oozing ground tremble under her flying feet. At last, the track! She halted, walking along the slippery ties in the deluge, swinging the lantern. Down the line a brilliant search -light pierced the sheets of blackness, but the howling wind drowned the roar of its approach. Would they see her feeble light in time? Wildly she swung it, her arms aching from the treacherous descent. Closer it came, and closer. Surely it was slowing! A whistle reached her, unexpectedly near, and she leapt from the rails as the great engine steamed slgwly past and halted. Figures surrounded her, all talking at once. A man in blue took her arm. " What ' s all this. Miss? " " The hill ' s fallen in, up the track. You ' d all have been killed! " She spoke in gasps. Men were dispatched, and returned with the news that the track was completely buried under a landslide of mud and rocks ten feet deep. Cecily burst into a wild sobbing. " And— is Michael here? " she gasped. An old man hobbled up. " What name said ye? " " Michael — Michael Peterson. He ' s on this train. " The old man stared. " Alas, Michael is dead these many years. But I am Ralph, his twin brother. " " Well, Miss Elizabeth Gravenhurst sent me. She ' s up there, quite insane — " Cecily burst into an hysterical laugh, and sud- denly crumpled up in a dead faint. Grantshaven village was dozing in the sun. A brown spaniel scratched a flea with a lazy paw, and a few hens clucked faintly in the hot white dust. A large red touring-car advanced slowly up the road, voices coming over the purr of the engine " Cheer up, Cecily, " said a boy ' s voice. " It ' s too bad she died, but after all, she died happy! " " And think, dear, what a great thing for her poor lover to inherit the house. Those lovely gates! " " Yes, you ' re quite a heroine now. Sis. " " I guess so. " A girl ' s voice. " But maybe I won ' t be glad to get back to Potsdam! " The car passed, leaving a faint smell of petrol on the quivering afternoon air. The End 96 SAMARA ELMWOOD SONG Words by Betty Sifton Music by Betty Gordon SAMARA 97 98 SAMARA 1 o X u ■ a CO 0 1$ CO ' iftrt SAMARA 99 SCHOOL SONG Elmwood, set under trees stately and tall Visions of youth will oft haunt far-off days; Sun on the courts and the smash of the ball; Fiercely the game round the goal-posts now sways, Loudly the cheers of the Houses are ringing. Echoes of laughter and snatches of song, Faces of comrades before you are bringing, Noble the legacy handed along: Faith of the future redeems Toil of our time and our dreams. Chorus: — Service, Fellowship and Fair Play, Summa Summarum, Summa Summarum! Restless the years swiftly surge on their way. Leaving you lonely mid life ' s joyous tide; Will you recall then your work and your play Still will you fight for the fame of your side? Clear-eyed and eager we play out the game, Guarding with loyalty Elmwood ' s ideals, Justice and Honour and Courage our aim; Noble devotion the victory seals: Set vice of heart and of hand Paid to our God and our land. Chorus ' .—Service, Fellowship and Fair Play, Summa Summarum, Summa Summarum! 100 SAMARA SAMARA AUT0GRA4»HS - Continued 101 102 SAMARA AVrOGKAFHS Concluded C SAMARA 103 SCHOOL DIRECTORY Mrs. C. H. Buck — Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. THE STAFF Miss E. Adams — 68 Fairmont Avenue, Ottawa. Miss F. Claudet — Howick Street, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Miss C. Fuller — 300 Cooper Street, Ottawa. Miss I. Gale— Kingsmead, Chester Road, Erdington, Birming- ham, England. Miss C. Gegg — The Vicarage, Bampton-in-the-Bush, Oxford, England. Miss L. Green- — Froyle, Hampden Park, Eastbourne, Sussex, England. Miss E. Higgins— Kilve Cottage, College Road, West Dulwich, London, England. Mrs. H. O. McCurry— 66 Robert Street, Ottawa. Miss S. MacArthur- — " Woodspeen " , Virginia Water, Surrey, England. Miss J. McBrien— Aylmer Road, Quebec. Miss E. Mills— 188 Powell Avenue, Ottawa. Miss Edythe Mills— 188 Powell Avenue, Ottawa. Miss K. A. Neal— 494 Bay Street, Ottawa. Mlle. Martin Pasquin — 27 Victor Hugo, Paris. Very Rev. E. F. Salmon— The Deanery, 436 Sparks Street, Ottawa. Miss D. M. Thwaite— 61 Hornsey Lane, Highgate, London N. 6, England. Miss D. C. Tipple— Overton House, St. George ' s Road, Chel- tenham, England. Miss A. M. Woolcott— 66 Avondale Road, South Croydon, England. Florence Acheson — 11 Somerset Street West, Ottawa. Elizabeth Alguire — 107 Sydney Street, Cornwall. LiLiAS Ahearn— 450 Daly Avenue, Ottawa. Lorraine Bate— 192 Cobourg Street, Ottawa. Frances BateS ' — McKinnon Road, Rokccliffe. Marjory Barron— 308 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. 104 SAMARA Betty Bell- — 551 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Anne Bethune— Beikenfels, Rockcliffe. Mary Marjorie BLAiR-t Aylmer Road. Theodosia Bond- — 3548 Mountain Street, Montreal. Pamela Booth — 323 Chapel Street, Ottawa. Glenn Borbridge — 290 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Genevieve Bronson — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Barbara Alan Brown— 51 Dunvegan Road, Toronto. Olga Brown— 131 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. IsoBEL BrysoN ' — 258 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Margaret Carson — -286 MacLaren Street, Ottawa. Eleanor Carson— 286 MacLaren Street, Ottawa. Alex Chamberlain— 18 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Diana Clark — Earnscliffe, Ottawa. Rosemary Clarke— 90 Park Road, Rockcliffe. Alison Cochrane- — Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Cynthia Copping — Castle Frank, Toronto. Virginia Copping — Castle Frank, Toionto. Anne Coghlin — 1826 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Debora Coulson- — 19 Rosedale Road, Toronto. Mary Craig — 309 Somerset Street, Ottawa. Ann Creighton — -325 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Peggy Crerar — 456 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Miriam Cruikshank — 110 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Joan Dean— 362 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Sybil Doughty — 38 Blackburn Avenue, Ottawa. Gaye Douglas— 226 MacLaren Street, Ottawa. Katherine Dunning — 20 Range Road, Ottawa. Susan Edwards — 407 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Jane Edwards— 407 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Pamela Erwin — 138 Daly Avenue, Ottawa. Ethel Finnie — 303 Waverley Street, Ottawa. Joan Eraser — Acacia Avenue, Rockclifie. B. B. Fraser — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Mhairi Fenton— Apt. C, 61, The Chateau, Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. SAMARA 105 Patricia Galt — 359 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Lillian Gardner — 328 Waverley Street, Ottawa. AiLSA Gerard- — McKinnon Road, Rockcliffe. Shirley Geldert- — 272 Somerset Street West, Ottawa. Hope Gilmour — Rockcliffe Park. Betty Gordon- — 232 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Ann Gorrell — 445 Daly Avenue, Ottawa. Margaret Graydon- — Apt. D, 22, Gleneagles, Montreal. Mary Hampson- — 1501 McGregor Street, Montreal. Betty Hamilton— 706 Echo Drive, Ottawa. Betty Harris— 59 MacLaren Street, Ottawa. Nancy Haultain — 311 Manor Road, Rockcliffe. Jean Heubach — 320 Hosmer Boulevard, Tuxedo, Winnipeg. Betty Heubach- — 320 Hosmer Boulevard, Tuxedo, Winnipeg. Janet Hill — 593 Besserer Street, Ottawa. Winsome Hooper — Selbourne, 338 Elmwood Avenue, Rockcliffe. Betty Hooper — Selbourne, 338 Elmwood Avenue, Rockcliffe. Katherine Inkster — 18 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Catherine Irwin- — Inverlynn, Whitby. Rosa Johnson— 4396 Western Avenue, Westmount. Barbara Kennedy— Riverview, Macleod, Alberta. NiNi Keeper — McKinnon Road, Rockcliffe. Eleanor Kenny— Buckingham, Que. Dorothy Laidlaw— 295 Cooper Street, Ottawa. Kathleen Lawson — 149 MacLaren Street, Ottawa. Eleanor Leggett — Rockcliffe Park. Dorothy Leggett— Rockcliffe Park. MoiRA Leathem— 490 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Mary Lyman— 3482 McTavish Street, Montreal. Harriett Mathias- — 21 Gordon Crescent, Westmount. Patricia Macoun — Experimental Farm, Ottawa. Mary Malloch— 14 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Elizabeth McMillan — 415 Besserer; Street, Ottawa. Betty McLachlin— 228 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Marjorie McKinnon— 323 Metcalfe Street, Ottawa. Elaine McFarlane— 417 Elgin Street, Ottawa. 106 SAMARA Helen MacKay— 1546 McGregor Street, Montreal. Anna Reay MacKay— 1578 McGregor Street, Montreal. Mary McGuckin— 138 Roslyn Road, Winnipeg. Grace McDougald— 295 Manor Road, Rockcliffe. Louise MacBrien— Aylmer. Ruth Monk — 112 Argyle Avenue, Ottawa. Marion Monk— 112 Argyle Avenue, Ottawa. Melodie Willis-O ' Connor— 160 Bay Street, Ottawa. Mary Paterson— 275 MacLaren Street, Ottawa. Betty Flaunt— 1 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Anne Powell— 290 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Celia Proctor — 1 Seneca Avenue, Ottawa. Jean Perley-Robertson — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Anne Perley-Robertson— Acacia Avenue, Rockclffie. Clair Perley-Robertson— Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Hazel Ross — Holland House, St. Foy Road, Quebec. Barbara Ross — 35 Goulbourn Avenue, Otcawa. Barbara Shenstone — 174 Dunvegan Road, Toronto. Penelope Sherwood — Maitland, Crescent Road, Rockcliffe. Bet ty Sifton — ' 1535 Bernard Avenue, Montreal. Sheila Skelton — Edge Hill, Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Ethel South am — Casa Loma, Rockcliffe Park. Elizabeth Symington — 1116 Elgin Terrace, Peel Street North, Montreal. Jane Toller- — 62 Powell Avenue, Ottawa. Hope Wattsford — 132 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Barbara Watson — Manor Road, Rockcliffe. June White — 603 Besserer Street, Ottawa. Anna Wilson— The Manor House, Rockcliffe. Norma Wilson— The Manor House, Rockcliffe. Esther Wi lkes— Rockcliffe Park. Jean Workman — 292 Gilmour Street, Ottawa. Rosemary Youle — 104 Lewis Street, Ottawa. SAMARA ]07 . t 5 S1 2 F-« of 0 (W v TiE 1 The Capital Rubber Stamp Works MARKING DEVICES Stamps for MARKING BOOKS, LAUNDRY and ALL PERSONAL BELONGINGS. ' A Complete Line of SOCIAL STATIONERY Library Binding and Book Repairs a Speciality. QUEEN 6704 80 O ' CONNOR ST. Improve Your Home with MODERN LIGHTING Protect that which can not be replaced; Improper lighting impairs eyesight. WE SPECIALIZE IN THE ART OF HOME ILLUMINATION CONSULT STANLEY LEWIS LIMITED Phone: QUEEN 6771 63 METCALFE ST. OTTAWA, CANADA Going Abroad! If you are planning a trip, we have several Guide Books such as Martin s ' ' In Search for Scotland " — ' ' Ireland ' ' and ' ' England, ' " " London Memories ' ' (Adcock) — " Shipshape, " a book for the Steamer trip — and of course ' ' Good Fiction . ' ' Come and see our selection of Travel Books. A. H JARVIS " The Bookstore ' 157 BANK STREET These are Fine Times for those who like Fine Things You may buy Superior Goods at unusually low prices in every department. — See our DRAPERIES UPHOLSTERIES RUGS LINOLEUM FURNITURE and WINDOW SHADES WE WOULD BE PLEASED TO ESTIMATE ON YOUR REQUIRE- MENTS Qlecjiiorii (Cee[tof Q. 6006 - JACKSON BLDG. ALEXANDER MACLAREN S. HANSEN Owner Superintendent Neralcam Farm BREEDERS OF Dual Purpose Shorthorns AND Suffolk Punch Horses BUCKINGHAM QUEBEC CANADA THE James Maclaren Company Limited MANUFACTURERS OF Newsprint Paper, Sawn Lumber and Ground Wood Pulp BUCKINGHAM QUEBEC Canada The LOWE-MARTIN Co., Ltd. Printers MAKERS OF DISTINCTIVE SOCIAL PRINTING 175 Nepean Street, Ottawa Queen 2S25 CRABTREE LIMITED Designers — Illustrators — Photo-Engravers nnn the ILLUSTRATIONS IN THIS COPY OF SAMARA WERE PRODUCED BY US 227 ALBERT ST., OTTAWA Queen 7 5 my In keeping with the times, y Birks prices will be found . A . . 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GEO.E PRESTON 6 " SONS LIMITCD Phone: Rideau 2152 217 Rideau Street A. E. MORELAND Importer of Foreign and Domestic Fruits HOT HOUSE VEGETABLES A SPECIALTY Phone: RIDEAU 559 120 RIDEAU STREET OTTAWA CANADA FRITH S FLOWERS announce the acqui- sition of the florist business of Chas J, Wright at 69 Sparks St. This store is being operated as a branch of our Beechwood Greenhouses. tore Phone: QUEEN 1156 Greenhouse Phone: RIDEAU 1100 Bonded members of the Florist Telegraph Delivery Association, Inc. STEWART CO Palace Furniture Store TELEPHONE: QUEEN 2500 219 BANK STREET - OTTAWA, CANADA THE PRODUCERS DAIRY LIMITED Pasteurized Milk - Cream Butter - Ice Cream A Canadian Company owned and operated by Canadians. TELEPHONE QUEEN 630 WITH THE COMPLIMENTS OF F. L. C. Bond, Esq. THE CITIZEN PUBLISHED DAILY AT OTTAWA, IN THE CITIZEN BUILDING SPARKS STREET, BY The Citizen Publishing Co., LIMITED THE CITIZEN AIMS TO BE AN INDEPEN- DENT, CLEAN NEWSPAPER FOR THE HOME, DEVOTED TO THE PUBLIC SERVICE Your Favorite Neighbourhood Grocer is now a SUPERIOR CHAIN STORE Spoils or ed in Ottcnva District by J. FREEDMAN G SON, LIMITED WHOLESALE GROCERS AND TEA IMPORTERS 43 GEORGE ST. - - OTTAWA, ONT. With the Compliments of CANADA BREAD CO., Ltd. 458 CATHERINE STREET OTTAWA, Canada. Telephone: SHER. 600 ARTISTIC PORTRAITURE OF ■ OF INDIVIDUALS i GROUPS K«S CAMERA RjEMBRANDT STUDIO 65 SPARKS ST. Queen 1-4S2 CHAS. CRAIG Florist ARTISTIC FLORAL WORK DECORATION Fresh Flowers WE GROW WHAT WE SELL SUNNYSIDE GREENHOUSES RIDEAU TERRACE OTTAWA, Canada RIDEAU 566 y A Complete Array of Fashions for the Younger Set at Murphy-Gamble Limited COMPLIMENTS OF F. X. Plaunt, Esq. A. BEDARD 67 CREIGHTON STREET Me at " Produce PURVEYOR TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE GOVERNOR GENERAL AND ELMWOOD SCHOOL Only the most select Meat, Fish, Poultry, Fruit and Vegetables sold. COMPLIMENTS OF Frank W. Ross, Esq. CAPITAL STORAGE COMPANY Furnicure carefully transferred from house to house. Our men pack china and ornaments if so instructed. Long distance haulage to any city in America where there is a road. All loads covered by a $5000.00 transit insurance policy. Furniture stored in separate compartments in fire-proof warehouses. Special attention given to rugs and chesterfields. 52 DRIVEWAY QUEEN 370 Everyman s Encyclopcedia The New Alphabetical Compendium of all Knowledge from earliest times to the present day is now completed. The ivhole work con- tains Seven Million Words and nearly Three Thousand Illustrations. 12 Volumes, Crown 8 vo., Cloth. Size of page 7| hy 4h Number of pages in each Volume 640 to 768 Price $1.75 per Volume. 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IN OPERATION Head Office OTTAWA CANADA USE MILK- rom tested cattle, properly pasteurized. BUTTER — choice and freshly churned. ICE CREAM— 0 quality and flavour. FOR MILK AND BUTTER PHONE QUEEN 1188 FOR ICE CREAM PHONE QUEEN 161 COMPLIMENTS OF Harry Sifton, Esq J. p. MacLAREN, B.A. Registered Architect DESIGNED AND SUPERVISED THE BUILDING OF ELMWOOD CITIZEN BUILDING OTTAWA, Canada Stables: 162 Beechwood Ave. 267 RIDEAU ST. (Rockcliffe) Phone RIDEAU 33 Residence Phone: RIDEAU 629 CARDINAL RIDING SCHOOL FIRST CLASS SADDLE HORSES Riding Paddock in comiection with Stables. Private Lessons Given In the Best Circles of Fashion Saxes Shoes Predominate SAXES SHOE SALON Creators and Designers of W omens ' Character Shoes 162 SPARKS STREET

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