Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1933 -SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL. " BROWNING THE PRINCIPAL ' S HOUSE, ELMWOOD (©ttatoa principal Mrs. C. H. Buck - History, Mathematics l egular taff Miss D. M. Thwaite, Forms VII Arts, VI Upper, English VI Matric. Miss A. L. Scott, Form Va - - French, German Miss N. E. Barrow, Forms V Arts, Vb - - Classics Miss S. M. E. MacAr hur, Form Vc - Mathematics, French Miss B. Adams, Form IVb - - - Middle School Miss L. Green, Form IVc - Dancing, Drill, Games Miss K. A. Neal, Form III - Junior and Middle School Miss J. Crawford, Preparatory Miss Evelyn Mills, . . . . History, Latin Miss D. C. Tipple, . - . Music, Singing Miss F. Claudet - - - - - Junior Music Miss B. Ash . - - . Art, and Handicraft Mademoiselle M. Pasquin - French Conversation Miss E. Higgins Nurse-Matron Miss M. Carver Secretary Miss Julia MacBrien Dramatics Miss Edythe Mills Languages The Very Rev. E. F. Salmon, D.D. - - Bible Study MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Theodosia Bond Secretary. Harriett Mathias Treasurer Mary Craig Managers: Art and Photography Coghlin Mary Lyman Literary Contributions ?ynthia Copping I Jean Workman Sports . Debora Coulson Rosa Johnson f Miriam Cruikshank Advertisements Nancy Haultain [ Hazel Ross Advisor to the Magazine Staff Miss D. M. Thwaite The Secretary acknowledges with thanks the following magazines received since May, 1932: Lower Canada College, The Study Chronicle, Vox Lycei, St, Andrew ' s College Review and The Ashhurian, SAMARA 5 CONTENTS PAGE Frontispiece. The Principal ' s House Elmwood 3 Elmwood Staff 4 Magazine Staff 7 Editorial 8 School Notes 12 Drawing of the Unknown Warrior ' s Tomb. 13 Remembrance Day. 13 ' Thoughts on Armistice " . . . . Harriett Mathias, VII Arts 14 House Notes. 18 School Calendar. 20 Boarders ' Notes. 22 Sports Notes. 25 Dramatics Notes. 27 Photo: ' The Faithful " and " Citizen " cutting. 30 Music Notes 31 Lecture Notes. 32 Prefects 1932—1933. 36 Old Girls ' News. 40 Old Boys ' News. 42 The Philpot Token. 44 The Bible-box 45 The Linden Tree D. M. Thwaite 46 Sunset Mary Craig, Upper VI 47 The Boarders ' A. B. C Janet Dobell, Vc 48 North Africa Elaine McFarlane, Upper VI 48 Beauty Incarnate Theodosia Bond, VII Arts 49 Seaweed and Shells Evangeline Phillips, Vc 49 Awakening Barbara Kennedy, Vc 50 Youth Anne Bethune, IVc 50 A Parable Joan Eraser, Vc 51 About a Sailor Suit Genevieve Bronson, Va 53 Autumn Louise MacBrien IVc 54 My Dream Jane Russel, Vc 54 The Town of Happiness Shirley Geldert, IVc 55 ' ' Servire est Regnare " Anna MacKay, Vc 56 Why I Have Never Written Stories. . .Elaine McFarlane, Upper VI 57 Records of Nurse ' s Day Out Hazel Ross 1 VII Mary Lyman Arts 6 SAMARA Dawn Ekers ] 57 " Our Bridge Club " ! Mary Hampson Vx [ Peggy Waldie J CO • iofto J Anne Coghlin, VII Arts 58 Elmwood in 1953 | Cynthia Copping, VI Matric 59 " Why Study? ' ' Elaine McFarlane, Upper VI an c. fThir cr of T if ' J AN FRASER VC 60 Laughing at Life | Hooper Va 60 De Tour en Jour Jean Workman, VI Matric, f Harriett Mathias ] VII 62 Line-Up of VII Arts . | Debora Coulson [ Arts [ Hazel Ross ] 63 " We ' ' Barbara Kennedy, Vc 64 " A Toast " Ailsa Gerard, Vb 64 Courage Susan Edwards, IVc 65 Mrs. Swallow Pamela Booth, Form I 66 A Peep at Rabbits Susan Edwards, IVc 66 An Enigma Janet Dobel, Vc 67 Elmwood Crossword MiMl BOAL, IVb 68 Enigma Janet Dobell, Vc 68 IVC B.Ross, yc 69 Prize Story 1933.— Reward Theodosia Bond 78 Definitions Elizabeth Symington, Vx 79 Advice C. Fisher, V Arts. 80 Humour 80 Riddles Penelope Sherwood IVc 81 Boners E. MacFarlane 81 Advice 82 Diamond Puzzle Elizabeth Symington, Va 82 Number Puzzle Maria Petrucci, Vb 83 Puzzle Solutions . 84 Autographs 87 School Directory SAMARA 7 EDITORIAL ONCE more we publish Samara, to record the events of an Elmwood year, a year of steady progress and honest achievement, and, what is almost better, as Browning says, records of brave endeavour to do our best to live up to our exalted motto, Summa Summarum. Last year under the leadership of Betty Sifton, was a year of reorganization, and the setting-up of precedents which we have been faithfully carrying on. And though such outstanding years form the high lights in Elmwood history, it is by unobtrusive common effort in honest work, and high endeavour on the part of all, that the traditions of our school are being built up. It has been a most happy year of uniform progress in all directions. We should like to take this opportunity of publicly thanking the members of the magazine committee for their co-operation in producing Samara. We also thank the girls who have contributed the reading material, illustrations, and photographs. There has been an attempt to publish a Samara of somewhat less literary character, and we hope this will afford pleasure and enjoyment to its readers, as well as portraying the life and events of Elmwood. 8 SAMARA IT IS a great pleasure to us to record yet another year of happy progress in the life of Elm wood. Our numbers have been well maintained, and a really keen spirit in work and play has been shown throughout the school under the leadership of joint Head girls, Harriett Mathias, Head-boarder, and M. Craig, Head day-girl. The system of merit-awards makes it possible for a girl to keep track of her own progress in conduct, reliability, and active goodwill, and at the same time it stimulates her zeal for her House, which benefits directly by her behaviour. There has been close competition between the Houses throughout the year; their positions have varied almost from week to week, and it is still an open question as to which will win the shield. Before commenting on the various events of the year we should like to give sincere welcome to those who joined the Staff last September, Miss Scott, Miss Barrow, Miss Crawford, Miss Ash, and Miss Carver. On February 9th, we had the great pleasure of a visit from Her Excellency, the Countess of Bessborough, who is our pat- roness. She very kindly gave us a holiday, which was added to the mid-year week-end. May we offer our hearty congratulations to His Grace Archbishop Roper, on his recent elevation in the See of Ottawa. Elmwood has vivid recollections of his kindness. During the summer months a house sprang up in the school grounds; is it officially the Principal ' s Residence, and we felicitate Mr. and Mrs. Buck on their charming home. In emergency, however, it does duty as isolation quarters, and then we fear that the rightful occupants are not so comfortably situated! One of the outstanding events of the year was the present- ation of the first Philpot Token to the Old Girls ' Association on November 29th, before a large representative assembly of Old Girls, and in the presence of the whole school. We only wished that Mrs. H. S. Philpot could have been on this side of the Atlantic to have presented the token in person. The form and purpose of the token are described elsewhere in this issue. We have had the pleasure of two visits from the Hon. Cairine Wilson as ' ' special pleader " ; in November, when Ottawa was exerting all its energies in the Emergency Relief Campaign, she kindly explained fully to us its purpose and prospects, and later she spoke to us on behalf of the Children ' s Fund, a really SAMARA 9 vital charity. We appreciate very much the fact that this busy lady can spare time from her numberless activities to visit us like this. Through the kindness of Hon. Martin Burrell several parties of girls have visited the Parliament Buildings during the year, and have thus penetrated those august precincts, the halls of federal legislation. Before Christmas, on the occasion of Mrs. Buck ' s " At Home " for school parents, an imposing Arts and Crafts Exhibition was on view in the Assembly Hall, the work of the various Art classes under Miss Ash. It was obvious to all that there is artistic talent of a high order among certain girls, and we congratulate Miss Ash and the art classes on a really fine exhibition. Interest in art has been encouraged during the year by periodical art com- petitions, on given subjects, by which entrants could win stars for their house. The results are most gratif ying as regards the quality and quantity of work offered. In addition there have been visits to the National Gallery more than once during the year. At Christmas the array of garments for the poor was larger than ever and we know that they all found an eager welcome in some destitute home. We were glad to forfeit once more the usual magnificent repast at the Christmas party; and five poor families thus benefited by having a Christmas dinner bought with the surplus money. We enjoyed our own less elaborate meal all the more, in the thought that our good cheer would reach some poor home otherwise starving. In school work Matriculation results last year showed some outstanding records, notably those of Betty Si f ton and Betty Gordon, who both achieved a 1st class in every subject taken! Detailed results are as follows: — UPPER SCHOOL MATRICULATION, 1932 C. Copping: English Composition, 1st. S. Doughty: English Composition, 3rd. B. Gordon: Modern History, 1st; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 1st; Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 1st. E. McFarlane: English Composition, 2nd; Literature, C. B. McLachlin: English Composition, 1st; Literature, 2nd. C. Proctor: EngHsh Composition, C; French Authors, C. B. Sifton: Modern History, 1st; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 1st, ' Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 1st. MIDDLE SCHOOL RESULTS Frances Bates: English Literature, 3rd; Ancient History, C; Latin Authors, C: Latin Composition, C; Spanish Authors, 2nd; Spanish Composition, C. 10 SAMARA Elizabeth Bell: English Literature, 1st; Canadian History, 1st; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, C. Diana Clark; Ancient History, C; Geometry, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, 2nd; German Authors, 2nd; German Composition 2nd. Anne Coghlin: English Composition, C; Ancient History, C; Algebra, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, 2nd; German Authors, C; German Composition, 3rd. Cynthia Copping: English Literature, 3rd; Canadian History, 3rd. Mary Craig: Ancient History, C; Algebra, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, 2nd; Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 2nd. Margaret Crerar: EngHsh Composition, 2nd; English Literature, 1st; Canadian History, 1st; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 2nd. Miriam Cruikshank: English Composition, C; English Literature, 2nd; Canadian History, 2nd. Ann Gorrell: Ancient History, C. Elinor Harris: English Literature, C ; Canadian History, 3rd. Nancy Haultain: EngHsh Composition, C; English Liter- ature, 2nd; Canadian History, 3rd; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 2nd. Janet Hill: English Literature, C; Canadian History, C; French Composition, C. Rosa Johnson: English Literature, C; Canadian History, 2nd; French Authors, C; French Composition, 3rd. Eleanor Kenny: Ancient History, C; Latin Authors, C; Spanish Authors, C; Spanish Composition, C. Helen MacKay: Ancient History, C; Latin Authors, 3rd; Latin Composition, 3rd; Spanish Authors, 2nd; Spanish Composi- tion, 3rd. Elaine McFarlane: Ancient History, 2nd; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 1st; Spanish Authors, 1st; Spanish Composition, 2nd. Betty McLachlin: Ancient History, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, C; Spanish Authors, 3rd; Spanish Com- position, C. Frances Malloch: English Composition, C; English Liter- ature, C; Canadian History, 2Qd; French Authors, 2nd; French Composition, 3rd. Harriett Mathias: Ancient History, C; Algebra, 3rd; Latin Authors, 3rd; Latin Composition, 2nd. Elizabeth Flaunt: Ancient History, C; French Composi- tion, C. Celia Proctor: English Literature, C; Latin Authors, C. SAMARA 11 Barbara Shenstone: English Composition, 2nd; English Literature, C; Canadian History, 1st; French Authors, C; French Composition, C. Jean Workman: English Composition, C; Canadian History, C. At Closing the following awards were made: — Summa Summarum and Proficiency Medal Betty Sifton Special Proficiency Prize Betty Gordon Imrro ement Medals { g— Music, Proficiency Medal Ailsa Gerard Improvement Medal Genevieve Bronson (Presented by Mr. Puddicombe.) Physical Training Medal Debora Coulson (Presented by Mrs. Edward Fauquier.) Dramatics Medal Ann Gorrell (Presented by Mr. and Mrs. F. E. Bronson.) Art Prize Mary Lyman (Presented by Mrs. Plunkett Taylor.) Short Story Medal Betty McLachlin (Presented by Mrs. Marling Gordon.) Speech Prize PATRICIA Macoun (Presented by Dr. Woodhouse.) Writing Prize Dorothy Laidlaw (Presented by Major McKeand.) House Award f Anne Coghlin Harriett Mathias Several generous friends very kindly presented medals in various subjects for annual award. These include: — Physical culture, presented by Mrs. Edward Fauquier Dramatics, presented by Mr. and Mrs. F. Bronson. We much appreciate their interest in thus adding to the number of available awards, apart from those given directly for school work. We sincerely thank those kind people who have presented us with books for the library. Among them is an array of vol- umes of Cassell ' s National Library, 68 in all, from Colonel and Mrs. Willis O ' Connor; and a History of English Literature, from Diana Clark. Other books of biography and wide general in- terest have been added at intervals. The total number of books now in the library is over 1,000, and it is most encouraging to note how much more frequently they have been in use for refer- ence during the past year. Theodosia Bond and Hazel Ross have proved most efficient and vigilant librarians, and we thank them for their good work. We should also like to thank Mrs. Frank Ross of Quebec for having given us a most generous donation of $100.00 towards providing the movie projector of which we are now the proud possessors. 12 SAMARA The Precious Stone in the Abbey BENEATH THIS STONE RESTS THE BODY OF A BRITISH WARRIOR UNKNOWN BY NAME OR RANK BROUGHt FROM FRANCE TO LIE AMONG % g THE MOST ILLUSTRIOUS OF THE LAND S AND BURIED HERE ON ARMISTICE DAY x S 11 NOV. 1920. IN THE PRESENCE OF HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE V HIS MINISTERS OF STATE S THE CHIEFS OF HIS FORCES a AND A VAST CONCOURSE OF THE NATION z 2 THUS ARE COMMEMORATED THE MANY | MULTITUDES WHO DURING THE GREAT g 3 WAR OF 1914-1918 GAVE THE MOST THAT ' MAN CAN GIVE LIFE ITSELF u FOR GOD FOR KING AND COUNTRY H FOR LOVED ONES HOME AND EMPIRE 1 i FOR THE SACRED CAUSE OF JUSTICE AND | THE FREEDOM OF THE WORLD § THEY BURIED HIKI Af ONG THE KINGS BECAUSE HE = HAD DONE GOOD TOWARD GOD AND TOWARD HIS HOUSE + + 4. 4. IN CHRIST SHALL ALL BE MADE ALIVE 4. 4. The stone under which the Unknown Warrior sleeps in Westminster Abbey Reproduced from Arthur Mee ' s 1000 Beautiful Things. SAMARA 13 REMEMBRANCE DAY ON November 11th, we had our school service of remem- brance at 9.30 A.M. in order that it might be possible to attend the special service on Parliament Hill at 11 o ' clock, when solemn reverence is paid to all those who fell in the Great War. Mrs. Buck conducted the school service, at which a large number of the day girls and old girls were present, in addition to the boarders. There was in all our hearts the vivid realisation of the task imposed upon us by those who died that we might live in security, to help forward the kingdom of the Prince of Peace by striving after those ideals of unselfish service and de- votion to duty which they followed and to dedicate our lives to the promotion of international friendship and goodwill. O brother man fold to thy heart thy brother, Then shall all shackles fall; the stormy clamour Of wild war music o ' er the earth shall cease: Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger, And in its ashes plant the tree of peace. A THOUGHT ON ARMISTICE DAY 0 gallant lads who lie in Flanders ' field, ' Twas not for glory or renown you died, You heard the call of England and of God, And with the giving of your life replied. You saw that England placed her trust in you, And with that thought arose your manly pride. Stern Duty lay upon the plains of France, And Honour marched before you as your guide. You trod the upward path to victory, Before you burned the torch of sacrifice, You saw alone one glorious high ideal. One noble hope that made you pay the price. May your undaunted spirit help us now To strive alone for pure and lovely things. To carry on the noble work begun, Nor once forget the pride your memory brings. —Harriett Mathias, VII Arts 14 SAMARA NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NOTES HAST year under the enthusiastic guidance of Betty Gordon, Nightingale became the proud possessor of the shield for the sixth time. On the closing day Betty herself won a special proficiency prize. We are working very hard this year, and hope to win the shield again. In sports last year we won the basketball matches. We should like to congratulate Helen MacKay and Mary Craig on winning the senior tennis doubles. Helen also won the senior singles, and we are sorry not to have her with us this year, to carry off more honours for the house. Last autumn we came out top in the basket-ball, and we hope to hold that position again this spring. We were badly defeated in badminton, but hope to make up tor it next year. We came second to Keller and Fry in the competitions for House contributions. In the art competitions which are held each term Harriet Mathias, Elizabeth Symington and Debora Coulson have won stars for the house. The house members for this year are: — Mary Craig Head Day Girl Harriett Mathias Head Boarder Debora Coulson School Sports Captain House Prefect Rosa Johnson . . House Sports Capt. Monitor Mary Malloch Monitor Jean Heubach House Vice Sports Captain SAMARA 15 Susette Bourinot, Barbara Alan Brown, Genevieve Bronson, Anne Bethune, Eleanor Clark, Virginia Copping, Ruth Creighton, Katherine Dunning, Pamela Erwin, Barbara Fellowes, Joan Fraser, Margaret Graydon, Ailsa Gerard, Joan How, Winsome Hooper, Shirley Geldert, Katherine Inkster, Mary Kingsmill, Eleanor Leggett, Marion Monk, Elizabeth Newcombe, Mary Paterson, Barbara Ross, Mary Scripture, Ethel Southam, Eliza- beth Symington, Jane Toller. Mistresses: — Miss Neal, Miss Crawford, Miss Ash. " The Lady of the Lamp, " they called her then, In those dark hours of slaughter and of fear Her toux h brought solace to those dying men Far from their homes, and all they held most dear. Passing along the wards, her shadow fell Upon the wonded soldiers crowded there. They who had suffered more than words can tell, Found peace and healing in that presence fair. Peace came at length, through bitter sacrifice; Undaunted still, and strong in heard and hand, She nobly strove to pay Love ' s utmost price, Tending the stricken ones in her own land. Through the wide world her name is honoured still. The saviour of that bleak Crimean camp, Who braved, with high indomitable will. Horror and Death, the lady of the Lamp. KELLER HOUSE HIRST we should like to congratulate Betty Sifton, Head Girl 1931-1932 and some time Head of Keller, on being awarded the Summa Summarum and the Proficiency Medal last June. We hear that she is carrying on her excellent work at ' Varsity and has been made President of her year. This year we have tried to keep up the standard of the House set for us by last year ' s House Prefect, Diana Clark, whose hard work and interest helped us so much. For the last three years Keller has been second for the House Shield and we are again trying our best to win it from Nightingale. The basketball teams have done very good work, especially Betty Heubach and Dawn Ekers, but we have not been able to beat Nightingale. Still we are hoping to do better on Sports day. 16 SAMARA This Christmas Keller and Fry tied for the biggest collection for the poor, and tied again for the inter-house badminton, the teams playing very well. Mary Lyman, Eleanor Carson and Louise MacBrien have especially contributed to the number of red stars by their good work in the Art Competitions. The red stars are quickly in- creasing, but, alas. Nightingale is still a little ahead. In the words of our last year ' s House prefect " Come on, Keller! Let ' s make the race for the shield a close one! " The House members for this year are: — Florence Acheson, Elizabeth Alguire, Mary Baker, Marjorie Barron, Eleanor Carson, Rosemary Clarke, Alix Chamberlain, AHson Cochrane, Ann Creighton, Muriel Crocket, Janet Dobell, Gay Douglas, Susan Edwards, Dawn Ekers, Mhairi Fenton, Ethel Finnie, Constance Fisher, Betty Hamilton, Betty Heubach, Moira Leathem, Dorothy Leggett, Louise MacBrien, Anna MacKay, Maria Petrucci, Jane Russel, Penelope Sherwood, Peggy Waldie, June White. Mistresses: — Miss Scott, Miss MacArthur, Miss Adams, Miss MacBrien. She is denied the glories of the day, And dwells amid the silence of the night, Impenctrahle darkness, with no ray Of hope, envelops her, quenching all light. She cannot see the grandeur of the skies; The thunder of the waves she cannot hear. No kindly words of wonder or surprise. Of joy or sorrow reach her listening ear. But still her heart is full of thankful praise To God, that she can yet so clearly see In her dark world the glory of His ways. Through hope and faith, her spirit bound yet free. Anne Coghlin . . Head of House and House Sports Captain House Senior School Monitor School Monitor Mary Lyman .... Nancy Haultain Jean Workman . . HELEN KELLER SAMARA 17 FRY HOUSE NOTES HRY has made valiant and energetic attempts to recover its past high standard and has made great strides both in work and in games. This year we tied with Keller in the House Poor Collections which were all extremely generous. Fry also tied with Keller in the inter-house badmin- ton games after a brilliant and thrilling exhibition of play on the part of all the teams. Only one change has been made in connection with the House. We changed the House hymn from ' ' He that is down need fear no fall " to the hymn ' ' Help us to help each other, Lord " , which seems more in keeping with our motto, " Friendship to All " and with the high ideal of that great woman after whom we are named, Elizabeth Fry. Last Sports Day Fry distinguished itself by winning the House Tug-of- War and the House Relay race : we should also like to heartily congratulate Nini Keefer, who left us last year, for winning the Senior Sports cup, and Betty Hooper, who won the Intermediate Sports cup. This year Cinnie Copping is our House Sports Captain with the help of Betty Harris as Vice. Betty is also Drill Captain. Both have been doing excellent work and have done much to keep up a keen spirit on the games field. Members of the House are: — Lilias Ahearn, Mimi Boal, Glenn Borbridge, Betty Brown, Margaret Carson, Joan Dean, Bebe Fraser, Patricia Gait, Hope Gilmour, Mary Hampson, Betty Hooper, Janet Hutchison, Barbara Kennedy, Dorothy Laidlaw, Kathleen Lawson, Patricia Macoun, Mary McGuckin, Marjory McKinnon, Ruth Monk, Melodie Willis O ' Connor, Mary Palmer, Evangeline Phillips, Sheila Skelton, Hope Wattsford, Anna Wilson. Mistresses: — Miss Thwaite, Miss Mills, Miss Barrow, Mme. Martin Pasquin. T. Bond E. McFarlane C. Copping M. Cruikshank, B. Harris, J. Hill, H. Ross House Prefect Prefect . House Senior . . . .Monitors . . . .Monitors ELIZABETH FRY Brave heart so gentle and compassionate, Tender and pitiful in all your ways; Brave eyes so trustful in your earnest faith, A kindly spirit shining in your gaze. 18 SAMARA Brave hands, so swift to help in other ' s need. With tender fingers tranq uillising pain, Feeding the de ' ititute, relieving want. Making the broken spirits whole again. Brave feet, so faithful in the Master ' s steps, Hastening to tend His little ones astray, Seeking the lost, leading them home again. Treading the paths of pity day by day; Though you have passed beyond our shadowed sights Your memory burns a steadfast beacon lights SCHOOL CALENDAR FIRST TERM September 16th. — School opened. September 18th. — Boarders went to Wakefield. October 10th. — Thanksgiving Holiday week-end. October 19th. — Boarders went to see " L ' Aiglon. " October 22nd. — Swimming at the Chateau. October 30th.— RdiWow E ' en Party. November 9th. — " Explorers of the World ' at the Centre. November 16th. — Lecture, " The Father of the Fairies " by Canon Shatfprd. November 17th. — Ottawa Little Symphony Concert, Percy Grainger, soloist. November 19th.— The Scotch Players at the Little Theatre. November 2Uth. — Concert at the Glebe, Josef Hoffman, soloist. November 9 .— Presentation of Philpot Token to E.O.G.A. December 3rd. — The Good Companions ' Play, ' ' Arthur ' s Night Out, " December 3rd. — Swimming at the Chateau. December 8th. — Boarders went to Anna Wilson ' s birthday party. December 10th. — Swimming at the Chateau. December 16th. — Christmas Party. December 20th- January lOlh. — Christmas Holidays. S AM A R A 19 SECOND TERM February Uh. — Boarders went to see " The High Road " . February ith. — Seniors went to tea at Mary Malloeh ' s. February 7th. — Lecture ' The Canadian West " by Mr. Humphreys. February 9th. — Visit from Her Excellency. February 11th. — Swimming party at the Chateau, on Cynthia Copping ' s birthday. (Kindness of Lady Kemp.) February 11th. — Ottawa Little Symphony Concert at the Glebe. February 15th. — Boarders ' Council spent the evening at Mrs. Buck ' s house. February 16th. — Organ recital at the Cathedral. February 17th. — Spalding ' s violin recital at the Glebe. February 18th. — Boarders ' tea with Mrs. Edward Fauquier. February 25th ' 28th.—Mid-ye2ir Holiday. March Uth. — Boarders visited the Museum. March 7th. — Miss Warren ' s lecture on ' ' John Ruskin " . March 11th. — Old Girls ' luncheon and swimming meet at the Chateau. March 11th.— Old Girls ' play. March 12th. — Old Girls ' Service taken by the Dean. March IJ th. — Ellenor Cook ' s recital. March 21st. — Boarders went to see " Cavalcade " . March 21st. — Richard Crooks at the Glebe. March 27th. — Swimming at the Chateau. March 27th. — Concert organized by Mrs. Cox, at the Cha- teau. March 28th.— Msijor Hepburn ' s talk on " Toe H. " March 29th. — Confirmation at the Cathedral. March 31st. — Elm wood Music Recital. April 1st. — Boarders went to tea with Mrs. Gemmel. April 1st. — " Macbeth " at the Little Theatre, presented by Ashbury. April 2nd. — Singing of the " Crucifixion " at Ashbury. April Uth-18th. — Easter Holidays. April 19th. — Mrs. Patrick Campbell at the Little Theatre. April 27th. — Yvon Barette, piano recital at the Chateau. April 29th. — Swimming at the Chateau. May 2nd. — Boarders went to see the " Royal Scot " . May 5th. — The Senior dramatic production " The Faithful " . May 19th. — Intermediate production " Quality Street " . May rd.— Performance of " The Mikado " by the Singing classes under Miss Tipple. May 2Jfth. — School Holiday, Empire Day. May i.— Performance of " The Critic " and " Secrets " . June 13th. — School Closing. June 26th. — Toronto Matriculation exams, begin. 20 SAMARA ON OUR return tp Elm wood last September the one item of absorbing interest was the new abode of Mr. and Mrs. Buck. Officially it is known as No. 231 Buena Vista but we have our own name for it, which must not be divulged publicly, though a bright intelligence might guess it, when we say that it rhymes with " Alice ' ' and was a favourite haunt of Christopher Robin! We soon had the pleasure of exploring this delightful little house, and during the year have passed many happy hours in it, both at Sunday reading and at various other times. At School we found that the Prefects ' Sitting Room had been moved down-stairs to where Mrs. Buck ' s dining room used to be. We believe certain people found the walls between the Infirmary Wing and the Sitting Room too thin! There were thirteen new boarders last September. We are happy to have them among us and hope they have enjoyed this year at Elm wood. The school is accommodating five more boarders, four girls and Miss Tipple in Mrs. Buck ' s suite, while another 3-room has been made as well. There was a slight variety among our animal-pets this year. A turtle estabHshed himself in the school, but, due to our mis- understanding of his dehcate palate, he passed on to the Animal Heaven. He was mourned by many of his particular friends! The boarders this year took an active part in the Minto Follies. Those who did not participate personally in this graceful sport lent their excited and eager aid in dressing and making-up the skaters. Their pride in the superb results was boundless. After half-term holiday we returned to find the Staff-room moved to " Golden Morn " , the result of the change caused many amusing mistakes on the part of both mistresses and girls. SAMARA 21 Small radios have been introduced into our midst by two of the boarders. They are allowed in our rooms, within certain limits, and are heartily enjoyed (?) by all on the surrounding floor. We wonder what the result will be when, next year, every- one comes back with a private set! We should like to thank the kind people who have been our hostesses at various times during the year; and to say how much we appreciate all they have done for our pleasure, and enjoyment. Altogether this year in the ' ' Boarder Sphere " has been most interesting. Mrs. Buck ' s plan of ' ' self-government " we feel ourselves has progressed and improved. I think we all appre- ciate and recognize the fact that it has given everyone more individual responsibility, and is therefore proving a valuable training to us. 22 SAMARA ' PORTS have been taken up this year wdth keen enthus- I iasm under the inspiring tuition of our Gym mistress I Miss Green. BASKET-BALL Basket-ball as usual loomed large in school sports this year. A match was played with the Old Girls in June, 1932; the result being 8-10 to the school. The teams were as follows: Old Girls: — Forwards: R. White, Janet Southam; Centres, L. Irwin (C. Hill, half time), N. McCarthy; Guards: E. Palmer, (J. White, half time), J. MacBrien. School: — Forwards: B. Sifton, A. Coghlin; Centres: H. Mackay, J. Heubach; Guards: N. Keefer, D. Coulson. Some of the inter-house basket-ball matches were played in the autumn for the cup presented by Margaret Symington. The teams were: — Fry: — Forwards: S. Skelton, M. Carson; Centres: B. Harris, (B. Kennedy), B. Hooper; Guards: P. Macoun, C- Copping. Nightingale: — Forwards: R. Johnson, E. Southam; Centres: J. Heubach, E. Symington; Guards: D. Coulson, V. Copping. Keller: — Forwards: P. Waldie, Anne Coghlin; Centres: J. White, A. Creighton; Guards: B. Heubach, A. Mackay. Last year the cup was won by the Nightingale team, which is again ahead at prasent; the matches will be finished before term ends. This year the boarders had the advantage of playing at the Y.W.C.A. every Saturday morning. We arranged one match with the Y.W. team and were badly defeated, the result being 40-18. Nevertheless it was an extremely good match and we hope to arrange a return game this spring. The boarders ' team was as follows: — Fowards: P. Waldie, A. CoghHn; Centres: J. Heubach, B. Kennedy; Guards: C. Copping, M. Kingsmill. SAMARA 23 ARCHERY Owing to the amount of basket-ball and tennis played last year, it was impossible to fit in scheduled practices for archery, and so the Annual Cup was not competed for. Major Chapman still retains the position of instructor, and we are glad to see this season that many more girls are taking advantage of his excellent tuition. SWIMMING The Ottawa Ladies ' Championship was not held this year, but the boarders have frequented the Chateau swimming pool, and are very enthisuastic about swimming and diving. We have had several swimming parties, followed by tea beside the pool, a most enjoyable pastime. The Non-Minto boarders have had swimming as the alternative to skating, and, needless to say, have delighted in it. We are still hoping for a pool of our own ! GYM On February 9th a small group of girls from the Senior Class gave a gym display for Her Excellency when she visited Elmwood. BADMINTON Much excitement was caused by the close competition in the House badminton this year. The courts were used a great deal more than ever before, and it has become one of our most popular sports. Fry and Keller tied for first place. TENNIS The results of the school tennis tournament in June, 1932, were: Senior Singles, Helen Mackay; Runner-up: J. Workman; Intermediate Singles, B. Hooper; Runner-up, E. Southam; S emor Doubles, H. Mackay and M. Craig; Runners-up, J. Workman and B. Harris; Intermediate Doubles, Virginia Copping and E. Southam; Runners-up, B. Hooper and B. Kennedy. Outstanding work was done in the fall by M. Craig, B. Harris, J. Workman and B. Hooper. Betty Sifton, our Head Girl of last year, very kindly presented a tennis shield for inter- house competitions, which will be played off some time in May. It was unfortunate that we were not able to arrange a match with the Old Girls, but we hope to have better luck this spring. 24 SAMARA SPORTS The results of the sports last June were: Senior Sports Cup, N. Keefer; Intermediate Cup, B. Hooper; Jukior Cup, W. Hooper; Preparatory, M. Paterson; Long Jump, N. Keefer (13 feet 6 inches); House Sports Cup, Fry; House Tug-of-War, Fry; House Relay, Fry. Posture girdles were awarded in June, 1932, to D. Coulson, R. Johnson, C. Copping, B. Kennedy, M. McGuckin, J. Toller; and in February, 1933, to M. Lyman, M. Graydon, J. Dean, M. Fenton. A Physical Training Medal was presented by Mrs. Edward Fauquier last year to the awarded annually for all-round ability in Physical Training work, including dancing, games and sports. It was won by Debora Coulson. SKATING Skating this year was resumed with great enthusiasm, a lot of our time being taken up with Carnival practices. The Carnival was a great success and we all enjoyed it thoroughly. SAMARA 25 A H T s HAST June a medal for distinction in dramatics was most kindly presented for annual award, by Mr. and Mrs. Frederic Bronson. It was won by Ann Gorrell, who had given an outstanding performance as Joan of Arc, in the last act of " St. Joan ' , the senior play of the year. Before commenting on the dramatic work done in the school during the past year, we should like to congratulate Miss Mac- Brien and her " company " most heartily on having been awarded third place in the English productions at the Finals of the Do- minion Drama Festival. They presented the concluding Act of " Will Shakespeare " , by Clemence Dane. Elmwood was specially interested in it, since Miss MacBrien, the producer, besides being an old Elmwoodian, is our dramatics mistress; and Miss Barrow, who played magnificently the exacting part of Queen Elizabeth, teaches us Latin. Two other Old Girls, Sylvia Smellie and Ann Gorrell, also took part, while Miss Mac Brien herself sang the lines of the cress-seller, off-stage. School dramatics this year have been followed with the usual enthusiasm, and the concrete results are being presented for our inspection at short intervals during these last weeks of term. The Senior Play " The Faithful " , a tragedy by John Masefield, was an impressive performance, reflecting much credit on those who attempted to interpret the pecuHar passive quality of Ja- panese dramatic art. The production is commented on else- where in this issue. The setting and costumes were especially effective. Other presentations this year include " Quality Street " , " The Critic " , scenes from " Secrets " , " As You Like It " , and— the " Mikado " ! The last is an undertaking which has called into play the combined talent of Miss Tipple, Miss Green and Miss MacBrien. We are most excited at the prospect of the performance, which takes place on May 23rd and promises to be enthralling to both actoi ' s and audi.nco. 26 SAMARA During the year the boarders have diverted us, on various occasions, notably at the Hallow-E ' en Party, when the Staff also faced the limelight, and performed a musical (?) burlesque of a boarders ' outing. Our acting talent was also in evidence at the Christmas party, when each form contributed an item to the entertainment The honours of the evening were awarded to IV b. We are sorry to be losing some enthusiasts in acting, and we hope that tliose who are leaving will still keep up their active interest in dramatic art. In this way they can help forward the ideals of mutual co-operation through the drama, which is one of the chief aims of the Dominion-wide Festival recently held in Ottawa, the forerunner of annual dramatic competitions through- out Canada. SENIOR PUPILS OF ELMWOOD SCHOOL IN FINE PRESENTATION OF " THE FAITHFUL ' ' The Faithful " , a Tragedy in three acts by John Masefield, Reproduced from The Citizen, Saturday, May 6th, 1933 AsANO, a Daimyo KURANO, his counsellor: Mary Craig Acts II and III Hazama Shoda KiRA, a Daimyo Sagisaka, his Counsellor Kamei, a Daimyo. HoNZO, his Counsellor A Youth of Kira ' s Palace . . A Woman of Kira ' s Palace . . The Envoy. A Poor Girl Lady Kurano A Captain of Kira ' s Guards Chikara, Kurano ' s son A Herald First Ronin Second Ronin Third Ronin Fourth Ronin Fifth Ronin Act I . . . Betty Harris Debora Coulson Janet Hutchison Cynthia Copping .Theodosia Bond Jean Workman Elaine McFarlane . . Mary Malloch Janet Hutchison Mary Lyman Hazel Ross Harriett Mathias Anne Coghlin . Rosa Johnson Miriam Cruikshank Rosa Johnson Mary Malloch . . Betty Harris Cynthia Copping ... Mary Lyman Mary Craig 28 SAMARA Act I, Scene 1, Act II throughout, and in Scenes 1, 2 and 4 of Act III, the scene is: An open space near Asano ' s palace. Act I, Scene 2, and in Act III, Scene 3, the scene is: A room in Kira ' s palace. Time: Acts I and II, March 10, 1701; Act III, March 10, 1702. (Under the direction of JuHa MacBrien.) In the presentation of this tragedy of Masefield, Miss Julia McBrien, who directs the dramatic art studies at Elm wood school, gave her senior pupils a task in which the difficulties were sur- mounted to an encouraging degree. A sense of tragedy and hopelessness dominates the whole play, with the exception of one or two points of relief in humour and characterization, for the play deals with the revenge of a Japanese counsellor, Kurano, for the death through the plotting of the ambitious Kira, of his friend and overlord Asano. Kira rises in favour and acquires through law and conquest the defeat of Asano whom he humiliates to the point of a passionate attack in the sacred presence of the Mikado ' s envoy. The punishment for such offence is death, and in his last moments Asano leaves to his friend Kurano the avenging of the wrongs. Renouncing his home and wife, but followed by his son, Kurano, and other faithful of Asano ' s followers, become wan- derers but leagued in plans for the accomplishment of their pur- pose. A year passes, when after defaul tings on the part of some followers, but with renewed confidence in Kurano despite feign- ings of the drunkard and madman, they attack Kira in his un- guarded palace and offer him the only escape, which is by death. This final faithfulness to Japanese tradition is foreshadowed, the full tragedy of the last scene spared. The settings were admirable in their simplicity and made an effective background, particularly the first of the open space near Asano ' s palace, in which the lighting played an important part, and in the second the suggestion by the black and gold hangings of the richness of a room in Kira ' s palace. Notable Performances There were two notable performances: those of Kira by Theodosia Bond and the Kurano of the second and third acts, by Debora Coulson. Both gave a discerning reading of their parts, and the characters lived all the time, in their varied moods. They were exacting roles, particularly Kurano ' s, with the contrast to be made as the singer-madman-drinker. Their movement, gesture, and variation of tone were all alike well carried out. SAMARA 29 Mary Craig as Asano also had a difficult task, as the man in defeat and at the mercy of Kira. She sustained her part throughout, and her defiance and attack on her enemy was well differentiated from the earlier mood. A neat performance was given by the rather supercilious Sagisaka, counsellor of Kira, played by Jean Workman. She contrived to show the insolence such an ambitious lord ' s chief of staff might be expected to have, and provided some of the lighter relief. Incidentally her make-up rather well suggested her early misfortune of contact with a mule. Hazel Ross gave a dignified rendering of her small part as the Envoy. Mary Lyman as Fourth Ronin delivered her news of Kira ' s approach with feeling and character. Her subsequent appearance as a woman of Kira ' s palace provided her with another opportunity of getting well into her part. Miriam Cruikshank as Chikara, Kurano ' s son, suggested the youth who is called upon for a man ' s part before his years, and the scene with his father at night was indeed quite moving. Harriet Mathias, as the poor girl, gave a convincing playing with Kurano in the deception of his wife, and that lady played by Anne Coghlin had a difficult part to put spirit into the wife cast off as faithless. The groupings and the mob scenes were excellently done, and the gesture and movement throughout well directed. The costumes and make-up both were very good. There were several minor parts that were all well taken, although the speech gener- ally was inclined to be unduly rushed, to the loss of variation of tone, and consequently to the life of the characters portrayed, otherwise the audibility was good. Miss MacBrien can be congratulated on some fine work done by her pupils in a very difficult play.— K.E.H. 30 SAMARA " HIS YEAR as usual music has been an important feature m (T of the day ' s routine for many of us, and the music pupils y have made great strides in their work. Two of Miss Tipple ' s pupils have now become students of Mr. Puddi- combe. Last June Ailsa Gerard won Mr. Puddicombe ' s Gold Medal awarded to the most proficient performer in the school, and the improvement medal was presented to Genevieve Bronson. Three of the most outstanding music pupils had the honour of playing to Her Excellency when she came to see us on February 9th. This season we have been exceptionally fortunate in having attended so many interesting concerts. Before Christmas we heard Percy Grainger, and Josef Hoffman, and since then we have attended an organ recital, and performances by the Ottawa Little Symphony, the Ottawa String Quartette, Albert Spalding, Eleanor Cook, Richard Crooks, and Yvon Barette, a pupil of Mr. Puddicombe. The school Music Recital was held on March 31st. Des- pite the fact that it was two months earlier than usual, it was good and the usual standard well sustained. We were very pleased to welcome back an old Elmwood girl, Jean Brodie, from Montreal, who visited the school one afternoon and played to us items from a recital she had recently given in that city. Miss Tipple has directed our singing this year, and we are attempting a great undertaking, the production of the " Mikado " We hope its success will be as great as our enjoyment has been in preparing it. The performance takes place in May 23rd. During Lent we were invited to join the Ashbury choir in singing Stainer ' s ' ' Crucifixion " . Twelve of the boarders took part, and on Sunday April 2nd, all the boarders went over to Ashbury to hear the full rendering, which was considered very good. Altogether it has been a most interesting and profitable year in the sphere of Elmwood music. SAMARA 31 lecture Mott ON FEBRUARY 7th. we had a most enthralling lecture by Mr. J. M. Humphreys, on ' ' British Columbia, and the Canadian West " . It was superbly illustrated by wonderful slides in natural colours, which were shown by means of an elaborate machine that blended one picture with the next in a most entrancing way. We all felt immensely proud to think that Canada can boast such magnificent scenery as Mr. Humpherys brought to our view. We are eagerly awaiting his next visit, when we hope to see his slides of the Maritime Provinces, which he has just completed for special exhibition in England. Miss Warren again visited us this year, and chose as the topic of her talk John Ruskin, who was a parsonal friend of hers when she was a small girl and he an old man. Thus her recol- lections of him were especially interesting, and sounded a more intimate note than most lectures on celebrities. Miss Warren has been on pilgrimage to all Ruskin ' s favorite haunts, both in England and on the Continent, and has painted many of the scenes dear to him. These were shown by means of slides, and also reproductions of Ruskin ' s own glorious and delicate drawings were flashed before us. Miss Warren made us keenly aware of the vivid personality of this " stray angel, with wings beneath his flannel jacket, " who, amid his endless activities, could spare time to send advice to a small girl as to the best way to draw flowers. On March 28th Rev. C. G. Hepburn gave us a short but thrilling talk on the origin, growth and ideals of ' Toe H, " that world-wide organisation of mutual service and fellowship that has grown out of " Tubby " Clayton ' s spiritual rest-house at Poperinghe during the Great War. We understand that Mr. Hepburn will very kindly soon let us come into even closer touch with " Toe H. " by giving us the privilege of attending one of the meetings. On their first visit to Ottawa members of the Oxford Group Movement came to Elmwood, and talked to us. We were very glad of the opp ortunity for coming into closer touch with them than was possible in the public meetings. Miss Foster, of the Zenana Bible and Medical Mission also came to see us, to tell us of the work of the society, especially in the hospital at Nasik, where we have an Elmwood cot. Miss Foster ' s stones of the patients were most interesting, it is a privilege to help forward such good work as the Zenana Mission in India is carrying out for women and girls. We thank Mrs. Buck for making it possible for us to hear talks on such wide and varied subjects which make us feel more than ever " citizens of the world. " 32 SAMARA prefects;, ' Z2 ' ZZ Mary Craig. — ' 7 apologize. ' ' Mary as head Day Girl has piloted the school through a very happy year, she has also greatly contributed in sports, being one of our star tennis players and a member of the school team. Mary has a passion for cornflakes and milk and scorns all other delicacies, however she keeps the bakeries on the hop supplying cakes for Prefect teas. Her one serious defect is that she can ' t talk fast enough (?), however this may be overcome with practice. Harriett Matuias.— ' The call of the run- ning tide, is a wild call, and a clear call that may not W- . l he denied Harry is Head boarder, and our model schoolgirl, minus the pigtails. (If you don ' t like it, write to Angela Brazil.) Harry is sometimes melancholy; then it is that her thoughts turn seaward seeking solace! She shows great promise as a future ' Virtuoso " of the piano. We wish her all the best of luck as a social butterfly next season. As Head boarder Harriett has proved herself entirely worthy of her responsible position, and by her devoted service, she has made a valuable contribution to the life of Elm wood. Theodosia Bond.— ' Sweep thy faint {!) strings, musician, with thy long, lean, hand. ' ' Dosia, one of our weightiest members, has a keen sense of responsibility with regard to her small fry. Although often absent, we are reminded of her presence by the strains of her violin which are wafted to our ears as we vainly try to work. Nevertheless Dosia as Head of Fry has put a great deal of effort into pulling up her house, which she has done most successfully. As a prefect she has done much valuable work for the school. i SAMARA 33 Deborah Coulson. — ' ' An apple a day keeps the doctor away. " Debbie is our diet-fiend and does she know her ' ' food- values " ? She also upholds the lighter side of school life. (Ever read Polyanna and the Glad Game?). Incidentally Deb. is Head of Nightingale, school Sports Captain, and plays a leading part in ' The Faithful, " not to mention her being an artist and a Spanish Dancer, (She can even play " Air de Ballet " on the piano!). She is going to Paris in the autumn and her accomplishments will be sadly missed at Elm wood. We shall miss even more the wide influence for good that she has exerted in the school. Anne Coghlin. — ' ' Brother can you spare a dime? " Anne spends her spare moments shep- herding Keller, and taking up the school collec- tions. She is Captain of that illustrious Form VII Arts but is not called upon to do much work in controlling it. As Head of Keller, and House Basketball Captain she has given loyal and en- thusiastic service to the school. Anne ' s pet occupation is practising " small talk " for use during the holidays, she is also an enthusiastic follower of the stock exchange. Elaine McFarlane— " Laughter holding both ' ' her " sides " Elaine ' s greatest problem is how to keep certain of the Primary from clicking their garters during prayers. She supplies an eternal stream of jokes during Pre. ' ect teas, and " is greatly appreciated in consequence. She is an enthusiastic member of Fry, and a faithful lieutenant of ' Dosia. Elaine is alsD the school jazz-player, and on rainy days she may be seen tickling the ivories with gusto, while Elmwood dances. Elaine has been a faithful member of the prefect body, and will be greatly missed when she leaves us in June. SAMARA HOUSE SENIORS Mary Lyman. — ' ' They also serve who only stand and wait. " Mary ' s pet aversion is the wait- ing-list, and the lunch hour daily presents its difficulties. Mary ' s even temper pours oil upon troubled waters and as Keller ' s House Senior she has most successfully maintained the standard of her office. As one of our most talented art pupils she has gained many honours in the term compe- titions, and as the only oil painter in the school, she has shown great promise in her work. Cynthia Copping. — " A most mellifluous voice " Since returning from New York Cinnie has gone pro- American, and picked up some of their choicer expressions ( " Have a panther! " ). She is renowned for her earnest attempts at dieting with hourly lapses, nevertheless she is not yet a rival of Kate Smith. Cyn. was the inno- vator of the individual radio at Elm wood, and she herself is an enthusiastic songstress. As House Senior her influence has been felt throughout the school. SAMARA 35 36 SAMARA 0lh (girte £ott HE Annual Re-union of the Old Girls was held on the week-end of March 11th, at Elmwood. It was largely attended and keen enthusiam was shown throughout. At the annual general meeting held on Saturday morning a constitution for the asso- ciation was unanimously adopted and it was decided that a luncheon and general meeting should be held on the day following the school closing in June. The most important and interesting part of the meeting was the presentation of a reproduction of a 17th, century Bible Box which is the gift from Mrs. Philpot, founder of the school, to the Old Girls ' Association and which will be used to contain all our records. In it when it came was a photograph album filled with pictures of the old school and they prove a never-ending source of delight and amusement to us. Hyacinthe Lambart, our very efficient and much loved secretary wore the Philpot token — a very beautiful pfendant which Mrs. Philpot sent to us to be worn by the Secretary at all Old Girls ' meetings. We wish to thank Mrs. Philpot most sincerely for her beautiful gifts and for her interest in our association. Election of officers at the close of the meeting resulted as follows: [ Mrs. E. F. Fauquier Patronesses J Mrs. H. S. Southam ] Hon. Cairine Wilson [ Mrs. H. S. Philpot Honorary President. . . , Mrs. C. H. Buck President JocELYN White Vice-President. ... Sylvia Smellie Secretary. Catherine Macphail Treasurer. Morna Peters EXECUTIVE: Ottawa J N ' Southam Marian Gale Montreal Margaret Symington Toronto Betty Sifton Dramatics Convener Julia MacBrien Sports Convener Cairine Wilson The meeting was followed by a most delightful luncheon. The tables were decorated with daffodils — the daffodil being the Elmwood emblem. Mrs. Buck spoke to us afterwards on SAMARA 37 the ideals of our association. Her words were very inspiring and graciously delivered. The annual play was presented on Saturday evening in the school hall. This year it was ' The Man Who Married a Dumb Wife " , by Anatole France, and those taking part upheld the high standard originally set by the Old Girls a few years ago. It was thoroughly enjoyed by the large audience. Julia MacBrien was largely responsible for the success of the evening. The cast was as follows: — Master Leonard Botal, Judge Cairine Wilson Master Adam Fumee, Lawyer RACHEL White Master Simon Colline, Doctor. JoAN Ahearn Master Jean Maugier, Surgeon and Barber MoRNA Peters Master Serafin Dulaurier, Apothecary Audrey Gilmour Giles Boiscourtier, Leonard BotaVs secretary Janet Southam A Blind Man, Florence Coristine Catherine, Leonard BotaVs wife Sylvia Smellie Alison, Leonard BotaVs servant Cynthia Hill Mademoiselle de la Garandiere Nancy Toller Page Marion Coolidge A Lady Catherine Dougherty We wish to thank Mrs. Buck for the use of the hall and the properties she so kindly lent us for the play, and for the delicious refreshments enjoyed by the performers afterwards. The play was preceded by a curtain-raiser of original con- ception and amusing effect. It was a reminder of the old days of the Rockcliffe Preparatory School which was the beginning of Elmwood. Those taking part were Catherine Dougherty, Sylvia Smellio, Betty Fauquier, Vals Gilmour, Julia MacBrien, Ian Dewar, Jock Wilson, Malcolm Grant, and Charlie Keefer. This was the first time Old Boys assisted in the entertainment. A service was conducted by Dean Salmon in the school hall on Sunday morning. Both Old Girls and present pupils attended. This beautiful service is a very important feature of the re-union week-end. In the afternoon Mrs. Buck was at home to Old Girls in her charming new house. Many of us took this opportunity of calling on her. The re-union was very successful and enjoyable in every way. Several Old Girls have been married within the last year. Nancy MacCarthy married Bob Minnes, who is in the Air Force, last September. Her sister Mrs. S. C. Chisnell (Norah Mac- Carthy) was matron of honour and three of the bridsmaids were Old Girls — Mary and Lorna Blackburn and Maryon Murphy. Sybil Rhodes married Jimmie Bonbright of the United States Legation in April. Betty Fauquier and Maryon Murphy were bridesmaids. 38 SAMARA Diana Kingsmill married Captain Victor Gordon-Lennox of England last January and has gone to live in England. Betty Vaughan married John Arnold in April, with Roslyn Arnold as maid of honour. Betty and John went to Bermuda for their honeymoon. Marjorie Wallis who married Wilson McConnell is living in Montreal. Frances Drury was married to Blair Birkett in May. They have sailed for Liverpool where Blair begins his duties as trade commissioner. Jocelyn White was Fran ' s bridesmaid. Audrey Gilmour is engaged to Cuthbert Scott. They are to be married in September. Catherine Bate and Sammy Samson have chosen October for their wedding. Mrs. Henry Gill (Vera Birkett) has a darling new son. Betty Fauquier is treasurer of the May Court Club and on the board of directors of the Goodwill Industries. Betty took the West Indies Cruise this spring and has now gone to England for a few months. Vals Gilmour is taking an active part in the Drama League. " On Approval " by Frederick Lonsdale was the last play of the season and Vals did excellent work as one of the cast of four. We are very proud that " Will Shakespeare " by Clemence Dane was one of the plays to reach the Finals in the Drama Festival. Julia MacBrien produced it and Sylvia Smellie and Ann Gorrell are two Old Girls in the cast. It was placed third in the English section. We congratulate Sharley Bowman on having been awarded a scholarship for the McGill Summer Scnool in French, given to the student whose progress has been outstanding in her year. Olive Wilson is prosident of the Twentieth Century Women ' s Liberal Club. Mrs. Douglas Blair (Gwendolyn Borden) is on the executive and is one of its most prominent workers. Marian Coolidge is on this year ' s executive too and is also doing useful work for the May Court Club. Sylvia Smellie has had a picture hung in the Montreal gallery. Congratulations, Sylvia! Dorothy and Alice Peck spent the winter in Boston and are going to be in Almonte this summer. Mary Rosamond was abroad all winter, in Europe. Janet Southam is soon going on the West Indies Cruise. Janet Wilson and Joan Ahearn have been in Ottawa this winter but made several visits in Montreal and Toronto. Roslyn Arnold is working hard for the Junior League and is keeping up her Art. SAMARA 39 Jean Brodie has been making great progress with her music and gave her first recital in January. It was a great success. She also came down to play at Elmwood. Catherine Grant was working in Pompadors but is now spend- ing her energy in the Children ' s Hospital. Hyacinthe Lambart is doing useful work with the Canadian Flying Clubs ' Association. Last September she represented Canada at the Federation Aeronautique Internationale at the Hague. It was Hyacinthe, too, who, brought back the Bible Box from Mrs. Philpot. Ruth Seely is doing a lot of Junior League work and was very busy on the Christmas Cheer committee. Helen MacKay has just returned from a trip around the world with her mother. Joan Gausden is still working in her father ' s office. Margaret Symington is doing awfully well with her skating and has been very successful in exhibitions in both pairs and singles, and, of course, is still supporting the Junior League. Mary Devlin has just returned from the West Indies cruise. Old Girls are very versatile in their activities. Last Nov- ember at the I.O.D.E. Charity Ball there was an entertain- ment during the evening, the main event of which was a chorus — song and dance. Of the nine girls in it, six were Old Girls including Betty Toller, Betty Fauquier, Sylvia Smellie, Julia MacBrien, Sybil Rhodes and Catherine Macphail. Jocelyn White had much to do with the organization and arrangements. We were all awfully sorry to hear about Letty Wilson ' s accident and are happy to know that she is well on the way to recovery. Several Old Girls are abroad now. Edith Baskerville and Sue Houston have been in London all winter. Molly Houston is taking a secretarial course there and Marjorie Borden is study- ing art. The Smarts are being artistic too — Betty is working hard at music and Jane is taking art and sculpture. Cecily Wood has gone to live in England. Cairine Wilson, Louise Courtney, Sybil Doughty, Cynthia Hill, Cecil Bate, Claudia and Florence Coristine, Isabel Wilson and Nancy Toller were all debs this year in Ottawa. Jeannie Dunlop came out in Toronto. Kitty Gordon has been in Toronto all winter. Old Girls at Toronto University include Mabel Dunlop, Enid Palmer, Letty Wilson, Betty Carter, Betty Gordon, Hilda Sal- mon, and Betty Sifton, who is president of her year. Helen Acheson is at Bishop ' s College University. 40 SAMARA Elizabeth Kenny and Sharley Bowman are at McGill and Eleanor Kenny is taking a course in Boston. Gladys Jost is our only representative at Dalhousie Univer- sity. Ella and Elizabeth McMillan and Frances Bates are at MacDonald College. Ruth Eliot has been in Bermuda for several months. Nini Keefer has been in Ottawa all winter. Betty Hogg and Marian Gale have gone to New York for a visit with Betty ' s grandmother, Mrs. Van Dusen. Jocelyn White and Morna Peters are two busy conveners of committees of the May Court Club. Jean Burns is one of its most energetic workers. The Minto Club claimed the attention of several Old Girls this winter. Louise Courtney has made wonderful progress in skating this year. Other Old Girls in the Minto Follies were: Rachel White, Marian Coolidge, Betty Toller, and Catherine Macphail. Mrs. Shirley Woods (Catherine Guthrie) has two very attrac- tive children. Catherine Dougherty is working hard for the Goodwill In- dustries and the May Court Club. Barbara and Clare Borbridge and Jean Finnie are also May Court workers. Medora Britton is taking dietetics in Toronto. Luella Irvin has been visiting in the west for several months. Irene Salmon is going out west this summer to help in the work of the Sunday School Caravan. Vivien Palmer and Isabel Grant have been in Ottawa this winter helping the May Court Club and other useful activities. Louisa Fauquier has been to Majorca in the Balearic Islands since Christmas but has recently returned. OLD BOYS ' NOTES John Southam is the first Old Boy to be the proud father of a son. Mr. and Mrs. Southam are living in Calgary. Cargill Southam has returned from a trip around the world. Alistair Grant is in business on his own, connected with the Paper Mills ' supplies. Malcolm Grant returned last fall from a very interesting year in France and has been in Ottawa this winter. SAMARA 41 Blair Gilmour is in insurance and Charlie Keefer is taking a business course. Fred Carling is married and is living in Camp Borden. Ian Dewar is working in the Royal Bank. Jack returned from North Bay last fall and has been in Ottawa this winter. John Guthrie is going on a canoe trip up north. He hopes to get to James Bay. Jock Wilson has completed his course at St. John ' s College, Cambridge University, and plans to take a special course at Harvard next year. Ned Rhodes has been in the west nearly all winter, but returned to Ottawa to be an usher at Sybil ' s wedding. Leonard Jar vis is in his final year at R.M.C. 42 SAMARA THE PHILPOT TOKEN To perpetuate a REMEMBRANCE of the School ' s beginning and the years 1915-1920 when, with the genial and generous aid of far-sighted parents and friends, I had the privilege of realising some cherished ideals; also in GRATEFUL RECOGNITION of the generous and devoted builders of ELMWOOD Mrs. Edward Fauquier Mrs. Harry Southam The Hon. Cairine Wilson and of the wise and patient care of my successor Mrs. Edith Buck and of all friends and benefactors of the School from the beginning among whom I wish in particular to mention Mr. and. Mrs. Charles Keeper I offer a yearly Token in the form of a Daffodil Pendant in silver and enamel with silver chain that shall be known as THE PHILPOT TOKEN to be awarded each year to the girl who best maintains the spirit and the ideals which, as well as high standard in scholarship, achievement in games, and charm of manner I have always hoped may set their mark upon the School, i.e. the spirit of Service, Fellowship, Freedom, Fair-play SAMARA 43 In completion of this Remembrance, I wish to include the Elmwood Old Girls ' Association, and to offer the first Token to them, thereby signifying my affectionate regard for them and the high Service of which I believe them capable. And, since the Secretary in particular must so often give most active expression to this Service, I ask that the Token may be worn by her on all School occasions and at all meetings of the E.O.G.A., and be presented to her by the President of the E.O.G.A. on her assuming office, and, on her retirement, be returned by her to the President for the use of her successor. —A. T. Philpot. NOTES ON THE PHILPOT TOKEN. To the Elmwood Old Girls ' Association on the Occasion of their Annual Meeting, March, 1932 I am asking your President, Mrs. Buck, to allow me to say through her a few words on my choice of a Daffodil Pendant as the Philpot Token, and my purpose in offering it as an award for attainment in ' ' Spirit ' ' , that spirit which Mrs. Buck ' s fine insight discovered in the School on her arrival, and which she has so successfully maintained. Those of you who remember the choosing of the School colours and the emblem flower, will also remember Wordsworth ' s poem to the daffodils, though perhaps none of you guessed at the time how great was its influence upon myself, or how much it had to do with the founding of the School. The daffodil became to me a Symbol, in its happy way of growing in merry companies and open spaces, joyous, strong, companionable and free. Now I ask that the Token may em- phasise for you this way of living, and that its spirit may foster an open, kind, and generous influence in the School, forming year by year a growing band of " extroverts " , those people who love their fellows, and pull together, and share, avoiding the unpleasant little tricks that will creep unawares into any group of people, however choice. Let the spirit of the Token mean generous life to all of you and, if you will, let it be called the Daffodil Spirit,— ' Dilly " for short. And wherever Elmwood is known as one of the best schools in Canada, Elmwood Dillies will be known too, — not only those who win the Token, but the whole tribe with Dilly spirit, or, what in life is called Public Spirit, a fine enthusiasm, and common sense, and wish to serve. It is this that has given you your beautiful Elmwood to-day, it is this that you inherit. Things worth while will happen where Dillies are : — that is the test. A. T. Philpot. February, 1923. 44 SAMARA THE BIBLE BOX X J f motto, carved in Jacobean lettering, is taken from the tomb of Edward I in Westminster Abbey. Knowing what his- tory tells us of the efforts and achievements left unfinished of this first of the Edwards, it always seems a touching little note A??r f. ;r 7. P w was trying to achieve,— Jr ALlUM SERVA is what they wrote on the stone that they placed over the vault where he lies in Westminster Abbey. I like to think the same appeal will be with you as you open your box and begin your meetings, supported by the words of Yeats m the dedication within the lid. ' ' Keep the Troth " , choose the " right twigs ' ' , and so will grow a strong and inspiring Old Girls ' Association building and protecting the " eagle nest " , your Elmwood. A. T. Philpot. factum erba SAMARA 45 THE LINDEN TREE Bare to the winds of heaven My branches rise, Rejoicing in clear air, and golden light, And shining sapphire skies. Erect and strong I stand. With arms spread wide In pity, to embrace all helpless things Drawn to my sheltering side. Around my stalwart trunk Green tendrils climb. And chattering sparrows find a refuge there At every nesting time. A rustling shade I give On summer days, When, in the shadow of my myriad leaves, The drowsy cattle graze. My flowers enchant the bees, Sweets manifold They garner in the secret honeycomb Gleaming with liquid gold. The autumn gilds my brow With richest store Of amber beauty, to inspire all hearts With gladness evermore. Burdened with snow I keep Vigil on high Teaching endurance through the darkest day, Under Life ' s changeful sky. Symbol am I to man, Parable true: Feet earthbound, heavenward gaze, protecting arms, Till God make all things new. — D. M. T. 46 SAMARA SUNSET Perhaps it is a fairy artist ' s brush Dipped in a pot of rose and gold That gilds the rays of the setting sun And tints the white clouds one by one That o ' er the world there falls a silent hush The quiet peace of evening takes its hold. Silent and still, beneath the twilight ' s spell The tall trees black against the evening sky Like lofty sentinels they seem to stand As watchful guardians of the land And seem to say that night is nigh Rest in peace, for all is well. All Nature ' s creatures seek repose; The birds returning to their nests glide past, The woolly sheep return into the fold, The verdant fields no more the cattle hold, As all men from their hurry rest, O ' er all the world a gentle calmness grows. The glory fades, the spell is o ' er, All seems removed by an unseen hand, The twilight hour of peace and calm. Passes onward to another realm, Night is nigh, the day no more. And darkness slowly falls upon the land. — M. Craig, Upper VII SAMARA 47 THE BOARDERS ' A.B.C. A is for APPLES, we eat them at Break B is for BARON who walks in our wake C is for CANDIES, which are handed around D is for DRESSES on Sunday they ' re brown. E is for ELMWOOD, our school and our sphere, F is for FRIENDS which we make when we ' re here, G are the GARDENS, where flowers we grow H is for HIGGINS our matron, you know, I for INFIRMARY where we go when we groan, J is for JUNE when we all toddle home, K is for KNITTING we do for the poor, L is for LETTERS, I wish I got more! M is for MONEY we get once a week, N for NIGHT-WATCHMAN, who walks with a creak, O is for OTTAWA, where we all go to school, P are the PREFECTS who don ' t break a rule. Q are the QUESTIONS, we throw them at all, R is the RADIO which sits in the hall. S is for SEWING we do with a thimble, T is for TIPPLE on piano keys nimble. U UNIVERSITY where we hope to arrive, V is for VARSITY where Torontoers thrive, W for WALKS, we don ' t go when it rains, XYZ I ' ll leave you with these few remains. — J. DOBELL, Vc. 48 SAMARA NORTH AFRICA 0VERY one of us has watched the sun rise in the East, and longed to look over the edge of the horizon into a land mystic with dreams and glamorous with sun- shine. In the narrow, vine-roofed markets, a riot of colour pours from the open-fronted booths — carpets from the Rabat looms, rainbow-hued silks, sweetmeats of strange shapes and sizes, and oranges like golden globes. There is a scent of musk and amber and such colour as even your dreams could not show you. The tall houses with latticed balconies whisper their secrets above your head, and the tinkle of a guitar or a snatch of song comes from each Arab cafe. If you peer through a scarlet door, you will see lamps that surely belonged to Aladdin and, under them, rows of solemn sheikhs sipping their spiced coffees, and smoking their long-stemmed pipes. Then there are the mosque with their forests of slender columns, and the flat-roofed palaces where one may catch a glimpse of dark eyes flashing above a veil. There is so much to see, so much to do! Some of the streets are so narrow that scarcely two can walk abreast and, oh! the precious things that one can buy in the markets, where one idles wonderful hours, drinking mint-flavoured tea and listening to the throb of hidden music! All the colour of the world drifts through these cobbled streets, all the lure of history is in the unchanging life you see. — E. McFarlane, Form Upper VI BEAUTY INCARNATE OUT OF the mists of memory an ethereal vision takes shape before my eyes — the Taj Mahal by moonlight. Silvery- white and unearthly it rises, dreamlike, in the dark still gardens, silhouetted clearly as if illuminated against the velvety-black, star-dewed Indian night; while the slender crescent moon shines quietly down, shedding her weird phosphorescent light upon smooth marble domes and minarets. In the black pools stretching before the Taj, myriads of glitter- ing stars are sprinkled; and the tall poplars, deep in shadow, whisper together of things unknown to our mean and finite minds. Could man alone conceive so superb a vision of unearthly loveliness,, and force Nature herself to his aid in the achievement of his divine ideal of beauty? Surely it was not man, but great and never-dying Love — reflection of the divine in man — which bore so immortal an inspiration, and brought it to such exquisite material perfection. — Theodosia Bond, VII Arts, SAMARA 49 SEA-WEED AND SHELLS There are waves far away that are dashing, That heat on a cliff-guarded shore, And loudly the breakers are crashing. As the wind and the thunder roar. And the sea-gulls are swarming and haunting That lonely and desolate beach, As their wild sea note they are chanting, Cliffs re-echo their lonely screech. Then the moonlight after the thunder Peers through the dark, dark space, And it sparkles where huge waves plunder; Till the sun comes to take its place. And ' tis then on a beach quite forsaken By sea-gulls and furious waves There is left what the wild storm has taken From those mystic and deep-sea caves. —Evangeline Phillips, V c. AWAKENING When windy March is almost out And snows begun to melt Birds return from the sunny south And warm spring air is felt. From her snowy bed the crocus wakes Hepaticas follow soon Dog-tooth violet raises her head. Snow-drop starts to bloom. The sapphire blue-bird builds her nest And so do robin and wren, The whole wide world awakes once more — And Spring is here again. — B. Kennedy, V c. 50 SAMARA YOUTH Youth set apart from the withered and old Stands by a rock which he has to climb, Clambers upward with strength untold, Fearless of man ' s old enemy, Time, Youth laughs at old age. Youth laughs in scorn y Youth is happy, glad to be born. I So when the old world comes, withered and weak, i Many a man would after Youth seek, But Youth has gone to play and run, Youth has gone to follow the sun. Youth laughs at old age. Youth laughs in scorn, Youth is happy, glad to be born. —A. Bethune, IV c. A PARABLE HREE GIRLS were walking along the road: it was long, and the sun was hot, which made them weary and thirsty. The iirst girl, Conceit, was fair and lovely; her blue eyes and curly hair were made even more attractive by the smoothness of her pretty pink-and- white complexion. Cour- age, the second, was tall and dark. She stood uprightly and walked quickly, and her brown eyes were steady. Laziness, the last, was slumping along, half asleep, half awake: she was altogether smaller and more dumpy than the other two. As they made their way towards the mountains ahead, those dark, strange-looking mountains which they had to climb before they could reach the Golden Gates of the City of Eternal Happiness, they passed by a lovely cool pond. The refreshing waters seemed to call to them, ' ' Come and drink me! " The large shady trees which guarded the pond made an attractive place to sit and rest. " Let us lie down here, and drink, " yawned Laziness, beginning to sit down. ' ' I must bathe my face, and tidy myself. The pool makes a lovely mirror, " laughed Conceit, in her pretty voice. ' No! " said Courage, ' ' We were warned not to delay, until we reached the foot of the mountain. We must go on! " Conceit followed with a frown, after quickly arranging her hair before the pool: Laziness, grumbling, followed also, and as the three passed by, they saw the name of the pool on a sign- post close by: " Self-Indulgence " . SAMARA 51 The road kept on, getting hotter and more dusty, and the three girls were choking miserably, but at last they neared the bottom of the mountain, where they rested, and refreshed them- selves. As night came on, thunder clouds gathered and a terrible storm broke upon them: the lightning flashed, and the thunder roared, and the horrible goblin of Fear danced round them with taunting gestures. Laziness fell sobbing to the ground, mut- tering a plea for mercy: Conceit gave the creature a disdainful glance, but a moment after she fainted dead away: but C ourage fought with the goblin of Fear, and at last overcame him. Then she helped her two friends to their feet, and guided them on. The next morning the hard climb began: sometimes it was hot and dusty, sometimes cold and windy, often there were ter- rible storms, but with the help and guidance of Courage, the three kept treading boldly on. One day, however, the three girls met a handsome young man, named Selfishness: he and Conceit decided to go their own way together, both agreeing to travel by the path of Comfort and Luxury, instead of the straight and narrow road up the steep mountain. Soon afterwards. Laziness came across a little house on the wayside, called ' The House of Rest and Pleasure " . She decided to stop there, and nothing Courage could say would change her mind. So Courage travelled on, braving the winds and rain, her eyes always looking upwards. She met a man, named Faith, whom she afterwards married, and their two lovely daughters were Hope and Charity. At last, one wonderful day, they reached the summit of the mountain, and passed together through the Golden Gates of the City of Eternal Happiness, the goal of their tedious pilgrimage along the Road of Life. —Joan Fraser, V c. ABOUT A SAILOR SUIT E WAS mostly sailor suit and hat. He came slowly and deliberately downstairs ; for he was trying to make as much noise as he could, with his small feet, in order to sound as manly as possible. At the bottom of the stairs he stopped, glanced furtively around to be sure no one was in sight and then advanced slowly towards a mirror. This being about the first time Master James Warren had ever exam- ined Master James Warren in a mirror, he found himself (much to his secret relief) not so very displeasing to look upon. He had just begun the entrancing job of counting how many freckles he owned, when a rustle of silk and a gentle, silvery voice from the upper regions, calling: — ' A11 ready, dear? " warned him that he had better leave this interesting study till a later date. 52 SAMARA " Quite, mother ' he answered in an unnaturally deep tone, and began to study carelessly an equally interesting picture of the death of Wolfe. He had no idea who Wolfe was, or what he had done to deserve such a magnificent gathering at his death (but after all, what did that matter?), but he had long decided that when he was dying he would have fierce-looking Indians around him, feeling very sad because he was dying, and who would immediately after his death, go off and scalp all his enemies to avenge his death. (This was what he felt sure that the Indians in the picture did.) Mrs. Warren came down and proudly surveyed her young son (who was trying his best to appear as though he didn ' t realize how extraordinarily nice he looked), and said (much to Jimmy ' s annoyance), what it is the habit of all proud mothers to say, and Mrs. Warren was no exception, ' ' You darling! I feel like eating you. " Immediately Jimmy had a mental picture of his gentle, lady-like young mother about to eat him, as one does a chicken; and having no idea of what he was expected to say to such a remark, said rather apologetically, ' Tm afraid you ' d find me rather tough — I ' ve just ever so much muscle, you know " . At which his mother only laughed, and told him that he was ' a funny little dear " and gave him a kiss. (A very regrettable action, for he invariably got his curly hair caught on a brooch which she always wore.) Opening the door, he stood by very politely, as he had seen others do, to let her go out and then followed her into the street. He walked very slowly, and then suddenly stopped dead, in order to gaze admiringly at the beauties and wonders of Nature (with one eye, and to watch his mother with the other.) She walked on for a while, and then realizing that her son was not beside her, turned and found him about half a block behind gazing intently at something. She called to him and he walked slowly up to her, with reproachful eyes, as though she had been guilty of dis- turbing the meditation of a singularly great mind. This occurred quite frequently so that, when, at length, they arrived at church, they were decidedly later than usual (which was just as Jimmy had planned) and almost everyone was there. They walked slowly down the aisle, and Jimmy, knowing that the envious eyes of all his friends, and a good many other people as well, were pinned on him and his magnificent outfit (which was also just as he had planned), stared angelically at a very interesting piece of carving on the opposite wall. Just as they reached their pew, the minister ascended into the pulpit and gave out the hymn. The congregation stood. Jimmy mounted the little hassock upon which he always stood in order to be able to see Mr. Trent better and lustily began to sing, about two bars ahead of the others. In the middle of the second verse, he decided that sailors would never stand on hassocks, and SAMARA 53 so he hastily stepped down. While getting settled again, the congregation caught up to him and so he was able to sing the rest of the hymn with them. The service proceeded and by the time that the sermon began Master James Warren was beginning to feel slightly drowsy. He looked at his mother. Mrs. Warren had a ' Daddy-look " in her eyes, which meant that she was thinking about the Daddy whom he could not remember but about whom he had heard so much. He began to examine Mr. Trent and to imagine what he would look like as an angel, with wings and a harp. The result was so amusing that he had to stare hard at the floor to restrain a giggle. At last, he looked up and saw Mr. Trent staring down at him. Thinking that he was admiring his new suit, Jimmy smiled engagingly at him, and promptly stood up to let him see it to more advantage, and was about to mount the seat, had not his mother, blushing painfully, pulled him down. The rest of the service was very uncomfortable and Master James Warren was very glad to get outside, for he felt that he had most shamefully disgraced his mother, himself, and his sailor suit. — Genevieve Bronson, Va. AUTUMN UTUMN begins with the first tinge of frosty air. To- wards evening there comes just enough frost to make you glad of the warm fire and cosy atmosphere of comfort and warmth indoors. Soon after the beginning of this coolness, the foliage of the trees, shows signs of colour, and they quickly become one flare of gorgeous beauty. The flowers wilt and fade, their petals flutter one by one to the ground and lie there, like tired, pain- wizened old women, whose course on earth is run, content with the peacefulness of their last resting-place. The grass, once bright emerald, is dulled to half its former brilliance by the dead leaves that in their faded brownish-yellow, carpet the ground. Everything is dead and dropping from its place; but there is joy in anticipation, for at the far end of winter will appear Spring again. — Louise MacBrien, IV c. 54 SAMARA MY DREAM When I look upward to the sky, And see the clouds go rolling hy, I sometimes wish that I was there To see what ' s in those clouds so fair. One night I dreamt a dream so true That I was travelling in a shoe, Up, up, it took me through the air Until it reached a golden stair. I looked around and there I spied A flaming arch with gates flung wide, I walked right through this burning place Though never a flame did touch my face. Never a palace so grand and tall Had I ever beheld with my eyes at all, Never such lights as before me shone. But then, of a sudden, all was gone! For all at once a whirlwind came And snatched me from the glittering flame — Down, down, I fell in panic dread And woke up with a shriek in bed. —Jane Russel, Vc. ? hi THE TOWN OF HAPPINESS N A little town named Bitterness lived proud little fairies, elves and pixies. A little fairy named Happi- ness lived with her grandmother in the country. She would come to town every Wednesday to sell flowers at the market. The proud fairies would buy from her sometimes, but would never give her a kind word or smile. One day when Happiness was helping her grandmother in the garden she came across a ring on the ground. She tried it on her finger and a vision of a fairy appeared and said, " You may have three wishes " . Then Happiness for the first wish wished to have a pretty garden, and a nice house in the town of Bitterness. Second, to have more people buy her flowers, and, last of all, to be rich so as to help the poor families that lived in the town of Bitterness and make them happy. Then the fairy SAMARA 55 said, " You have always been such a kind fairy I will grant your wishes " . The next day, when the little fairy Happiness and her grandmother were settled in the lovely new home with the pretty garden, the fairy Happiness invited all the poor little fairies to a party. She made them so happy that when they went home, the proud fairies were ashamed and begged the fairy Happiness t o make friends with them. They found that the fairy was very kind, and asked her if she would come to a town celebration, for they were going to call the place Happiness because, she had made happiness throughout the town. She was not to forget to bring her grandmother too. —Shirley Geldert, IVc. • " SERVIRE EST REGNARE " HE ROAD through life is long and rough. There are many rapids and rivers to cross, many hills and rocks to climb, and many evils and temptations to be over- come. But even though there be heat and dust, soon there will be clear water, and cleanliness: even though there be work and toil, soon there will be rest and sleep. There is always a bright and shining light guiding our feet through darkness, lest we stumble, and drawing us onward until we attain our highest ideals. The young boy setting out on his path is often weary and dejected. He often falls and stumbles, he is sometimes afraid oi the truth, and there always seem to be evil shadows lurking behind hedges and peeping out from rocks. He pays no heed to these wicked objects, and keeps his head high, and his eyes for- ever on the guiding star which is leading him to purity and truth. He sometimes meets comrades on this long road and they are not always as fortunate as he. Some need water, some need encouragement, and the boy must pause on his way to give them service. He lifts the fallen, aids the weak, restores hope to the broken-hearted, and strives to give peace to the heavy- laden. But the boy though having now reached the full vigour of manhood, finds himself at times tired and despondent. The pure light of Victory is still shining before his eyes, but now and then it grows dim and shadowed by more immediate diffi- culties. He sees others attain glory, but it seems that he will never reach the end of the Road, for there are so many services to be performed for mankind. Yet he struggles on with perse- vering courage. By degrees the once active man becomes old and bent. He finds it very difficult now to lift the fallen, and the weak. But 56 SAMARA the light is shining before his eyes ever more clearly, and it will not be long now before the Golden Gates will be flung wide, and he will enter in, victorious through service. —Anne MacKay, Vc. WHY I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN STORIES eVERY time I read a book I wonder where the writer hid himself long enough to write it. I have tried writing in the attic, but attics are so very empty and terrifyingly lonesome, and an old lady across the hall hears my typewriter and suspects I am an author, and she stops me on the landing to tell me about the book ohe has written, leading up to a request that I read it and tell her how I like it; and I wonder where she went long enough to write her book. And sometimes I utter a little cry, half-prayer, half scream; " Oh, to be alone in quietness, long enough to write a story! " I review my life and think what a struggle it has been to get seclusion and quietness. There has always been somebody hammering next door, or whistling or laughing or quarrelling, or a water pipe dripping, or a woodpecker drilling. I used to wonder, as a girl, at that oft-repeated phrase of my mother ' s, " I wish I lived in the middle of a forty-acre field, ' ' but I had scarcely entered my ' teens before its significance dawned on me. And I wonder why the entire population of the world doesn ' t some day go into a general agreement to leave each other alone. If, instead of meddling with each other, helping each other, reforming and educating each other, we just devoted ourselves to the seemingly impossible task of improving ourselves and leaving other people alone, what a wonderful world we could make of it! And what a wonderful story I could write! The trouble is we are so human that we would soon be crying out on the telephone, to the most annoying and persistent pest of our acquaintance, to come over and bother us. But, just the same, I would like to know where writers go long enough to write a book. And I trust I have explained sufficiently why I have never written oven stories. — Elaine McFarlane, Upfer VI Matric. SAMARA 57 OUR BRIDGE CLUB Sitting around the Va table, Playing as only they are able; Hamp, Sunset, Peg, Liz and Gin, Set out — as though to dispute were a sin. Driven by boredom Gin takes flight. For as yet we have not commenced to fight, Then Lizzie deftly dealt the pack, Oh, how we wished she had the knack! The bidding began at a lively pace. And a grin spread over our friend H amp ' s face. From hearts to spades she continued to soar Till her partner swore she could stand no more. The Flaming Dawn rose up and spoke ' Why is it, Liz, you always revoke? " " Restrain yourself, my worthy foe, " Said Hampson pressing her partner ' s toe. Then in an uproar the din began And upstairs all the mistresses ran For Waldie ' s scoring had been discovered And Higgie was needed e ' er she recovered. — D. Ekers 1 —P. Waldie V A. — M. Hampson J ' RECORDS " OF NURSE ' S DAY OUT " y NE HOUR WITH YOU " is exhausting " I said, while I 1 " Walking My Baby Back Home " from ' ' Lonely V Park " " Underneath the Arches " of " Trees " . BiUv wanted to " Listen To The German Band " but " Tea for Two " was waiting at " Home " . Loud wails ensued and pick- ing up the infant I charged along " Forty Second Street " where we met " Crazy People " — first of whom was an old man clutch- ing a telescop3 and murmuring " Contentedly " to himsalf. " Fve Told Every Little Star " . Turning hurriedly I bumped violently into " The Girl in the Little Green Hat " — " I Apologize " I gasped and rushed on. " Round the Corner and Under the Trees " a man was selling " Pink Elephants " . Billy attempted to grab 58 SAMARA one; I tugged him away and again he wailed ' ' Buy me one, " Please " Daddy " . " No Time for That " I said firmly, " I Pro- mise You " one another time " . " Little by Little " large drops of rain began to fall. " Rain, Rain, Go Away " chanted Billy. At that moment " Out of the Darkness " a ragged-looking man dashed up. " Brother, Can You Spare a Dime? " he panted. " Should I? " I asked myself, but just then " The Cop on the Beat " ran up shouting " Fm Gonna Get You " . Billy in a temper by this time kicked me in the shins. " Hell ' s Bells " I yelled in agony. " Is that the Human Thing to Do? " Nearing home, " A Little White House of Our Own " , Mother ' s voice floated through a window " Try a Little Tenderness " . I almost flung Billy on the bed. " Farewell to Ar ms " he cried delightedly. I sank into a chair with a book. " ' Ah, but Fve Learned " , ' I murmured, ' ' this is " Paradise " and I am " Satisfied " . ' -M. Lyman, yil Arts. — H. Ross. ELMWOOD IN 1953 IF A present Elmwoodian should contemplate the drastic changes bound to have occurred in our school during the next twenty years in this ever-moving universe of ours, would not these be the most outstanding? Morning dawns at an Elmwood of many handsome build- ings (not unlike our present ones) situated on the Aylmer Road, and surrounded by extensive grounds. Our victims may be found sleeping soundly in their glass-walled cubicles which allow plenty of fresh air and are considered the last word in healthy sleeping quarters. As the clock strikes seven, the beds are sent into a gentle vibration by means of electrical control. (The bell is too great a shock to the nervous system.) Donning their bathing suits, the boarders lead, in orderly procession, to the glass-roofed swimming pool under the supervision of Miss Green, who seems none the worse for wear. After a vigorous dip, our young Olympics dress, then to breakfast, consisting of orange juice, grape-nuts, toast and mflk (the well-balanced meal). Prayers are held at nine o ' clock in the magnificent chapel, followed by instruction given for the most part by movies through the school projector. At twelve o ' clock classes adjourn to the several sun-lamps situated on the roof of the gymnasium build- ing. For an hour they lie sunning themselves with Miss Higgins in attendance carefully superintending the amount of heat received. Iced tomato juice is served and slowly sipped, while the lamps are doing their duty. This treatment is followed by a cold shower, with lunch at one-thirty. A light meal of cabbage SAMARA 59 salad, punctuated by the unavoidable turnip and carrot, bran muffins and fruit. Work, which has not as yet been abolished, is pursued during the next two hours and an ominous silence pervades Elmwood, at the end of which time various sports are feverishly attacked. At this hour of the day, our now white- haired but still adored head-mistress, Mrs. Buck, may be seen patrolling the playing fields in her Baby Austin. The golf links, the riding ring, tennis courts and air-field are visited by her daily. On the flying-field the more air-minded of our mem- bers are given lessons. Mrs. Buck is still rather cautious in this respect, but we have hopes that she may still become an aviatrix!! The big event in the boarders ' life comes on Saturdays when the evening meal is eaten at the " Manor House " , the beau- tiful residence of Mr. and Mrs. Buck, tucked away in a shady corner of the grounds. Mr. Buck carves the roast, while thirty- five hungry boarders watch the proceedings with expectant eyes. Bridge and other card games provide the evening ' s entertain- ment. At ten o ' clock Miss Tipple, attended by her faithful Beauty Boy II (son and heir of Baron I) leads her flock home to rest in their glass cages and a solemn stillness soon hovers over all. These might be some of the more noticeable changes that will have taken place. The day girls, instead of arriving on foot, bike or automobile, will descend upon us from the heavens, bringing their " chariots of the air " to a standstill before one of the well-constructed hangars where they are housed until four o ' clock. In the other hangar resides the new model of the school bus, a glorious ' ' Sakorski " bi-plane accommodating fifty pas- sengers. In this Elmwood ' s ' ' prisoners " are taken to concerts, church and other places of interest. After reading this fanciful summary, we sincerely hope that as mothers you will not feel too hesitant about sending the future generation to this amazing educational centre for the development of mind, body and what-have-you? — A. CoGHLiN, VII Arts — C. Copping, VI Matric. WHY STUDY? {W ' dh avologies to Donald A. Laird) The more we study, the more we know, The more we know, the more we forget, The more we forget, the less we know, The less we know, the less we forget, The less we forget, the more we know, So, why study? — E. McFarlane, Upper VI Matric. 60 SAMARA LAUGHING AT LIFE " Fm Young and Healthy " — Miss Higgins. " Night and Day " — Betty Harris. " Just an Echo in the Valley " — Evangeline Phillips. " Play, Fiddle, Play " — Theodosia Bond. " You ' ll Get By (with a Twinkle in Your Eye) " — Elizabeth Symington. " You ' re Telling Me? " — Betty Hamilton. " My Fraternity Pin " — Alix Chamberlain. " Make Believe " — Miss MacBrien. " Vas villst du haben? " — Miss Scott. " Street of Dreams " — Hope Gilmour. " Bend Down, Sister " — Betty Heubach. " I Don ' t Want to Go to Bed " — The Boarders. " My Heart Stood Still " — The Office. " My Fate is in Your Hands " — Mrs. Buck. " To-day I Feel So Happy " — The Holidays. A playlet enacted daily in VI Matric. Scene: VI Matric, classroom, complete class present except Miss Thwaite and Jean W. Harris (in audible stage whisper) : Oh, where ' s my wander- ing Jean to-night? Jean (entering, panting) : Oh, Fm so sorry but I simply had to wait until Dawn had cleaned her teeth. J. Hill: Now, for heaven ' s sake, don ' t you two start talking I Harris (producing ruler and whacking Janet on head) : What, no talking? MiMZY (taking said ruler from Harris and after reading her own name on hack, places in her desk): Oh, girls, I got a letter from Win — (Groan goes through room. Enter Miss Thwaite. Silence follows, during which time Harris produces two more rulers.) Miss Thwaite: Has anyone sean Evangaline ' s ruler? She lost it this morning. (Accusing eyes point to Harris, who produces a ruler which turns out to be that of Ruthie Monk.) Harris: I really have no idea how it got here. What on earth was Ruthie doing in VI M? —Joan Eraser —Betty Hooper —Vc —V a. DE TOUR EN JOUR SAMARA 61 Miss Thwaite: Thank you, Betty. (Exit Miss T. with doubtful expression). RosiE {rising stealthily with an armful of hooks): Well, girls, Fm just off to get my hanky. Til be back in two minutes. (At which the class look knowingly at one another as if to say: ' ' Thinkest thou that thou hast deceived us, Rosie ' l) Hutch (surrounded by history hooks and notes) : Does anyone know if Alexander the Great enjoyed his meals as well as his — downfall? Mary M. (Cheshire grin) : Oh, Hutch, you don ' t need to write so much more detail than anyone else. Hutch: Maybe you ' re right. Fd better do some home work. I ' m only three days ahead of myself now. CiNNY (doing some month-hack French corrections, views Hutch douhtingly): Have a panther! Is the girl sick? (Silence is hroken hy Harris hitting J. Hill on head with ruler). Nancy (intervening) : Can ' t you leave Janet alone? You ' ve made her head ache twice already this week. . . . anyway, that ' s my ruler you have. MiMZY: Silence Plizz. I ' ve read the same line seven times. Harris (producing another ruler and suddenly appearing stunned, breathlessly): This ruler has my name on it. (Class appear struck dumb by this unheard-of happening. 3.30 hell rings. VI Matric troop out of door with toil-worn expressions. Alas, this cruel world I) C U R T A I N U P 62 SAMARA 05 H O I g s - o.i o c o 3 o o t-H CO o olS U 0) O) s s s o o o 1—4 n 5z; J O i o PQ m O •J § ARY H 02 l: S 22 5 SAMARA 63 We are hoarders — thirty- five, A happy crowd in all, We listen to the prefects. And obey the teachers call. At seven in the morning, Our dreamless slumbers break The ringing of the rising bell Warns us to awake. Breakfast is at eight A.M., — A walk in half an hour; School begins at nine o ' clock, — Then lessons start to shower! All morning long we work with vim, We strive for deeper knowledge. For if we do not work and toil We ' ll never get to college. When lunch is o ' er, the grounds we seek For a little air and play, We study then till four o ' clock To finish our work of the day. Then after tea we go for walks, To keep our poundage low; From five to six we do our prep. And wait for the bell to go. When tea is done the prayer-bell rings And to the lounge we run. From seven on the evening ' s ours To fill with games and fun. So live we boarders — thirty- five, A happy joyful band; The old traditions of our school We pass from hand to hand. — B. Kennedy, V c. 64 SAMARA A TOAST Here ' s to the girls of 5 Composed of 3 K ' s and a, P. To B; H, and 2 A ' s; o di iiik happy days, To the school of tjae wood and a tree. — AiLSA Gerard, Vb. 2 A ' s + B + H + 3 K ' s + P = 5B. ' ' COURAGE " ETTY lived in the country near a lake, on her father ' s big farm. She could ride and jump, swim and dive very [well for a girl of twelve. One summer she asked her cousin, a rather fat girl also aged twelve, named Joan, who lived in a large house in the city, to come and stay with her for a fortnight in the country. After Joan had been with her cousin a week, Betty said " Can you ride? " Joan answered in a rather sorrowful voice " No " . Betty hesitated, as if thinking and then said " Do you think you could try? Blackberry is very gentle and never goes fast unless she is frightened, and I don ' t think she would get a fright to-day. Do you dare? I shall be riding Charlie, and Blackberry will follow him. " Joan did not know anything at all about horses, and how to saddle them: so Betty had a hard time getting two ponies ready all alone, and what was harder still, to get Joan up on Blackberry, because she was quite a tall horse. At last, however, they were both in the road riding towards a dense forest. Suddenly a hare ran out of its hole, into the road in front of Blackberry, who jumped aside off the track, tore away into the forest, and was out of Betty ' s sight in a moment. Joan clung on as best she could, but Blackberry, coming upon a fallen log, jumped it, and Joan was thrown. She fell on the soft forest moss, and was not hurt, but fright took told of her, and she just lay there, too frightened to move, for nearly ten minutes. Far away in the distance she heard the tramp of many feet, but she could not decide if they were coming in her direction, and she felt utterly miserable. While all this was happening. Betty on Charlie was trying to follow Blackberry ' s hoof-marks through the forest. This became harder as the ground grew more and more firm. After she had gone about half a mile, she heard the frightened shrieks of a girl. She mounted Charlie who seemed to know what was happening, and rode towards where the sounds S32med to be. SAMARA 65 At last she came to a small clearing in the forest, and there she saw Joan, propped up against a tree-trunk, looking as terrified as anybody could look, while a little way off a very large boar stood ready to charge the wretched girl. Betty, being very quick-witted, pulled Charlie ' s rein, patted him on the neck, and charged the boar, who was about twenty feet away. It hesitated, then turned tail, and ran back in to the forest. Joan, sobbing with relief, ran up to Betty, with whose help she climbed on a large stone, and then upon Charlie ' s broad back, seating herself behind Be tty, and in this fashion they rode quietly home. Black- berry was still nowhere to be seen, and Betty was very sorrowful at having lost him. She went into the stables, and unsaddled Charlie, petting him for his part in Joan ' s rescue. Just as she was leading him into his stall she heard a shrill neigh, which made her turn round quickly, to see Blackberry racing across the field towards her, with tail and mane flying, and saddle half off. Betty was so glad to see her that she ran to meet her joyfully, and so did Charlie, who was devoted to his stable companion. Betty and Joan always regarded that day as one of the most exciting in their lives. — Susan Edwards, IVc. MRS. SWALLOW know a little birdie, She lives in a tree; Her name is Mrs. Swallow, And she ' s clever as can be. - i She built a nest up in a branch And brought her babies there to ranch, Fed them worms and berries too. Until they grew up big and blue. —Pamela Booth, Form I, 66 SAMARA A PEEP AT RABBITS ffiRS. BUNNY made a lovely big tunnel, leading to a cosy little house under ground, so that nobody would see where they lived. One day Tom and I were walking along to the sand- pit, when I noticed that four little baby rabbits were playing in the warm sand. Their mother was lying in the opening of the Tunnel watching them. I pointed them out to Tom, who, when he saw them, said " Oh! I see! " rather loudly, and startled the mother, and she showed the little white patch under her tail which means " DAN- GER! " , and away they all scampered down the tunnel into their cosy little room. I was very angry with Tom, but he said he did not know that that would frighten them. Poor little rabbits! They must have thought we were giants, and our voices thunder. And that was the last we saw of those rabbits for nearly a month. When we did see them again, Tom knew enough not to open his mouth. — Susan Edwards, IV c. AN ENIGMA My first is in GOOD but not in BAD, My second ' s in MERRY but not in SAD, My third is in HAND, but not in FOOT, My fourth is in TREE, but not in ROOT, My fifth is in MADE, but not in WROUGHT, My sixth is in SOLD, but not in BOUGHT. And my whole is what Reducing is to many. For Solution, see page 88. —Janet Dobell, Vc. SAMARA 67 68 SAMARA ENIGMA There are three words in this. The first has seven letters, the second has ten and the third has nine counting the hyphen. The letters are in the emphasized words in the order that they come in the three. My first is in SCRUFF, but not in NECK, My second is in SKEENA, but not in ST. JOHN, My third is in RECLINE, but not in BEND, My fourth is in VALOUR, but not in DEFENCE, My fifth is in SCION, but not in BRANCH, My sixth is in COWPER, but not in BURNS, My seventh is in EASEL, but not in ART, My eighth is in HALL, but not in ROOM, My ninth is in FILLY, but not in FOAL, My tenth is in SHIP, but not in SHOAL. The answer is (you cannot go wrong) The theme of Elmwood : School, Hymn and song. For Solution, see page 83. — Katherine Inkster, V b. IV c We are a class of 14 girls Mary SCRipture Anne BEthune PeneLope Sherwood Marjorie McKinnon Pamela ErWin Ruth MQnk Barbara RQss Susan ED wards Bebe FraSer Louise MaCBrien Joan How Winsome HQoper Marion MQnk Shirley GeLdert — B. Ross, IV c. SAMARA 69 PRIZE STORY " REWARDS " By Theodosia Bond STRONG blew the wind and boisterously; the sea thun- dered and lashed the tall cliffs. Great showers of spray I rose and fell heavily as each curling monster flung itself against the rocks with unabating fury. The gulls, rejoicing, swooped and wheeled, their strident cries re-echoing from cliff to cliff along the serrated coastline. At the top of the cliffs stood a boy, his bronzed face radiant and flushed by the wind, and his hair, dark and curly, flung back from his forehead and blowing out behind. His eyes sparkled with the joy of youth as he watched the sea gulls gliding grace- fully in circles before him. He gloried in the rough wind ; it was a friendly, hearty sea-wind — and he was a child of the sea. Yet as he looked again beyond the gulls and out to sea, his gaze swept the horizon anxiously. No, he saw no sign of a vessel on the broad seas; surely they must come into sight soon ! Their return was long overdue for they had been away a whole day and night now, and had made provision for only the one day. Oh, why had not father let him go with them? Silas could have minded the lobster-pots alone; two men were not really needed; but a ' No, my son " and he had known that it was all up, he dared not plead against his father ' s word, for once spoken it was law, and his son knew and respected it. One more minute he waited, loath to turn away lest at that precise moment his father ' s vessel should heave in sight. But it did not come, and the boy turned and sauntered away down the grassy slope to the quiet village of Easter Cove " nestled round the tiny harbour to his left. Already the wind was dying down and the sun nearing the horizon as some minutes later the boy walked up the broad dirt road, lined on both sides with neat little cottages and owning the exalted name of ' ' Main Street " . He pushed through a gate and walked up to the verandah of their tiny white cottage. He found his mother preparing the evening meal and his little sister setting the oilcloth-covered table in preparation; but he noticed that she had set four places only instead of five. As the boy came in, his mother started up from the stove and ran to him, anxiety clearly written in her calm sweet face. ' ' Michael, " she cried, " are they coming? Ah, I see by your face they cannot be. You looked long and far, child? " " Mother, I waited and waited, feeling that every moment they would appear, and I saw nothing but the wheeling gulls and the red sun setting " . " Don ' t fret, mother, " Dora Lee whispered, leaving the clear white cups and plates she was industriously setting and 70 SAMARA going up close to her mother; she lifted her round little face to hers. " Daddy will come back, Fm sure he will " . " Why are you so sure, dearie? " " Oh, you see — I know " y Dora Lee said in a mysterious stage whisper. " Get along with you and finish setting the table, " Mrs. Forsythe laughed, but the laugh ended abruptly and the smile faded out as if not in keeping with her present thoughts. She turned quickly away and attended to the cooking; while Dora Lee, gratified by the impression she had made, peeled the potatoes with energy, smiling to herself. Michael turned away, he was never much help in affairs of the kitchen and experience had taught him that he was better out of the way. " I ' ll go down to the dock and see whether Silas is back with the lob- sters. Mother, " he called back. " Tell him that supper is nearly ready, " his mother answered. He walked down the little dirt path and pushed through the gate into the road. A few people were about, going home to their various cot- tages for supper. He called to some and in turn they asked after his father. That was the disadvantage of a tiny village, everyone knew his neighbour ' s personal history; but those were kindly simple folk and the question was asked out of true bro- therly concern. Michael walked down the road and out onto the dock. The sun had set, leaving behind it that red glow and distant bank of dark cloud that bespeaks foul weather. The surface of the sea was oily and black. Several fishing smacks and schooners rocked at anchor in the swell. Along the shingle beach, drawn up above the high tide mark were the row-boats, used for collecting lobsters; they showed up darker and shadowy against the glim- mering pebbles. The waves curled and plunged continuously along the beach, and the rasp of stones as they drew back seemed to boast of the restlessness of the sea, that would as soon fling human bodies back and forth as it did the pebbles of the beach. On the other side of the dock someone had drawn up a row-boat and was whistling as he unloaded the lobsters. Michael strode over and looked down. " Is that you, Silas? " he called; the dark figure stood up. " Michael, is father back? I couldn ' t see the Windermere among the others there, " he pointed farther out where the fleet of schooners and other fishing boats rode at anchor. The two boys walked silently home, busy with the thoughts they held in common, but did not wish to utter in words. The next morning dawned cold and grey. A high wind blew in over the land. The angry sea thundered along the beach and thrashed wildly around the cliffs, while the gulls screamed and wailed desolately. There had as yet been no sign of Forsythe and his crew, so a search party of eighteen men was organized, including Silas and Michael, and in spite of an SAMARA 71 ever-increasing gale, they set out at daybreak in a large schooner to look for the missing fishermen. Mrs. Forsythe was down with the other women to see their sons and dear ones leave. They stood on the dock, bravely smiling and waving their hands as the schooner at last glided out, though they knew that they might never see that precious cargo again, but they were stoical and philosophic, and not a tear could be seen among them as they turned away and went quietly back to their household duties chatting brightly to each other. Once out of the shelter of the harbour the schooner quickly gained way with the full force of the gale driving her, and was soon flying over the heaving ocean like a great white bird, her lower deck nearly awash and running close-reefed to the south- eastward, the direction the fishermen had taken. Michael was in his element; he crouched beside Fairweather, the man at the tiller, glorying in the rough wind that flung his hair this way and that s he turned his head, and in the icy, stinging spray that caught his breath away and drenched him each time a larger wave than usual broke against the side; the roar of the shrouds above him made speech well-nigh impossible. Once in a while a shout of command would make itself heard, and he would leap to obey; but for two or three hours the trip was uneventful, while the gale steadily increased as they drew farther and farther from land. The sun was already high in the sky when, having sighted nothing and on the assumption that the missing fishermen might have ventured too close to shore and been driven against the rocks, the order was given to go about and once more the schooner was running in the direc- tion of land, about fifty miles south of " Easter Cove " . Gradually to leeward a dark streak could be discerned along the horizon which grew more and more distinct as the schooner approached. Soon a white line of foam could be seen along the coast where the sea lashed furiously against the shore. But what is this? A shout, and all hands rushed to look, following the direction of a finger pointed at a dark speck on the rocks. Soon a spar could be distinguished — it was a wrecked schooner, three points to starboard ! About went the schooner; it was tick- lish work, for once becalmed, the chances were that the schooner would be driven to shore and dashed to pieces against the angry rocks. A sick horror seemed to grip Michael ' s heart — was father clinging there, or — ? He glanced at Silas standing near the mizzen mast, but his face was set hard and his eyes were glued on the wreck; he was thinking the same thing. Soon the sharp bow could be distinguished, caught on a rugged half-submerged rock some way from shore. . . . More shouts, and straining his eyes Michael made out a dark figure clinging to the boom high above the turbulent sea; as they drew a little closer two men could be distinguished clinging together, one apparently sense- 72 SAMARA less or exhausted with fatigue. . . . But look as he would, Michael could not see in either of them any resemblance to his father. Back and forth the schooner tacked, not daring to go closer for fear of the shoals and rocks around the wreck, disclosed only by the churning of the sea. What was to be done? There was no life-boat aboard the schooner with which to reach the wreck. Something must be done quickly for those men could not hang on much longer; Fairweather was perplexed. Michael was dazed, numbed. He could not realize that they had not come in time to save his father — his father dead! That could not be. He was young and hearty, with wonderful pluck and spirit; such people never die. . . . Then suddenly he had a a vision. The men on his ship were facing a crisis, how were they to save those poor fellows stranded on that frail wreck? If his father was gone from him, surely he would wish Michael to fill his place on earth; then, if that was the case, what would his father have done? Michael was one of the strongest swimmers among the young men of ' ' Easter Cove " ; he looked down at the angry water churning round the schooner ' s sides; coolly and quickly he measured the three hundred yards that separated him from the wreck. He slipped out of his shoes and jacket and shouting ' Tm going! ' ' to the amazod crew, ran to the side and poising for a second, plunged in. ' By heaven, the lad ' 11 never make it! " panted somebody. ' Jove, there he goes! " and everyone who could, ran to watch the black head and strong arms driving steadily on, each time he rose to view on a wave-crest. Now they saw him, now they held their breath as he disappeared from sight in the trough of a high sea. Keeping within hailing distance of the wreck, the schooner tacked back and forth awaiting Michael ' s return. Meanwhile, swimming strongly and easily, saving his breath as best he could, Michael was steadily approaching the line of breakers round the wrecked schooner. Its deck slanted into the water and could he only get through the surf without being dashed against the rocks, it would be an easy matter to scramble up the deck and out of reach of the waves. It was exhausting work; his brain whirled, his momentary courage was failing, and the breakers ahead terrified him. Oh, why had he done such a foolish thing? He could never save those men; he could not face the humiliation of going back without attempting to reach his objective, he had better let himself drown! Then suddenly the vision of his father broke again upon him, and he lost all fear; he struck out refreshed, exulting in his great self-imposed test of courage and endurance; he t(;oi d win through.! Rougher and rougher grew the waters, several times he had to dive below the surface to avoid a great rolling breaker that threatened to crash upon him; he gasped for breath and struggled on as the waves fought and broke upon him from all sides and just as he neared the wreck, a towering green-back roared down upon him; he dived, just in time, only to be sucked back as the SAMARA 73 waves gathered for another onslaught; this time he was caught by the breakers and flung violently upon the wreck. Grabbing at a spar he hung on stunned and bruised, and bleeding from several cuts; then rousing himself he scrambled on to the sloping deck. Crawling up to the boom he shouted to the two men above him who were evidently too far spent to have noticed his approach. One of the men looked down, he glanced significantly at the figure of the senseless man to whom he clung. " Let him down. I ' ll catch him! " Michael responded, and having lowered the inert figure, proceeded to lash him to a spar with a piece of lanyard from the stump of a mast. The other man, too exhausted and faint to help or say much, sat by and waited. ' ' Can you swim? " Michael asked him; the man nodded weakly. ' Til try anyway, " he answered in a hollow voice. Michael looked him over quiz- zically; the man was haggard, with sunken cheeks and dim pain- stricken eyes; beneath them the schooner creaked and groaned alarmingly as each wave struck her side — she could not last long. " Now, look here, " Michael commanded, " we are going to get back to that schooner out there, you understand; we won ' t drown half-way! You hang on to that spar as you value your life, don ' t let it go for an instant, it will keep you up. As soon as I say ' heave ' he lp me launch this spar, then jump in yourself and hang on! " Silently Michael waited for the next wave to break, and in they plunged. Instantly they were drawn out by the receding waters and diving through the onrushing wave found themselves safely beyond the treacherous line of breakers. Michael, pushing the spar before him with its two heavy burdens, progressed slowly and exhaustingly towards the schooner. On, on they laboured towards safety, Michael ' s legs the sole means of propulsion, the little trio now seen, now hidden by waves from the view of those anxiously waiting on the schooner. Just as, almost senseless with fatigue, Michael felt his courage ebb at last, he heard excited shouts near at hand and suddenly immediately in front of him a life-line splashed into the water; gripping it with one hand, and hugging the spar with his other arm, Michael and the other two men were towed to the side of the schooner and hauled aboard by willing hands. Not able to stand any more, Michael simply dropped to the deck without a word, and knew no more. ... Michael opened his eyes; he was so comfortable. He felt perfectly well but did not wish to move, he was just deliciously lazy. He looked about him; he was in bed in his own little room, the warm sunlight streamed in from the open window. Why was he in bed at this hour? He must have overslept badly! He made as if to leap out of bed, but as he moved his head began to ache dreadfully. " What has happened, what — ? Oh — " he remembered now; there had been a wreck, his father was dead — and with the thought he lay back, all the light suddenly gone out of his life, asking nothing better than to sleep again, never to wake. Just then he heard heavy footsteps approach 74 SAMARA the bed; he felt someone looking down at him and opened his eyes languidly. . . . " Father! Father! " he cried leaping up and catching at his hand, for it was his own father who looked laugh- ingly down on him. " I thought you were — he broke off. " Well, Michael, my boy, how are you, after your wild escapade yesterday? ' ' his father laughed. " Oh, father, where have you been? We thought that wreck we discovered was the Vinder- mere and that you were drowned. Then you were safe and sound all the time? " Michael ' s joy was boundless. " We lost our tiller and had to stop at one of the coastal villages to have it re- paired; but what do you think of this? " and he gave Michael a handsome pocket-watch. . . . Michael was still a boy at times, and now his eyes sparkled; he had never had a watch of his own; clocks were common enough, but a watch was still a thing to marvel at. ' Oh, but, father— " he stopped. ■You did your duty, Michael. This is a meagre reward, but it is the best that we can give. You must wait many years before the real reward comes and how much greater, how much more loving will the Giver be than I. In the meantime you have won your right to be called a man, my son, and the knowledge of that is the greatest reward a man can have in this life. But now I must leave you or your mother will be scolding me for keeping you awake. " " John! Will you come downstairs and let that poor boy have some sleep? " John Forsythe ' s laugh rang out loud and heartily. " Coming, dear, " he shouted down to bis wife. " So long, old man, " he waved to Michael from the door and with a flash of white teeth he was gone. Michael turned over, glowing with excitement and profound humJlity at the same time, and watched the hands creep slowly round the face of his watch lying on the chair by his bed. Ho had only done his duty; he longed to do greater deeds to deserve fully the lavish praise he had received. Perhaps, some day- then, too, he must try hard to deserve that greater reward his father had mentioned; could anyone be more loving or greater in his eyes than his father? And his thoughts melted gently away under the influence of quiet, rich slumber. 4i A high wind was blowing in from the sea over the rough grey cliffs. The entire stretch of the Atlantic heaved and rolled, to the very rim of its vast horizon. Close in to shore roared the cruel breakers, whipped to fury, flinging up great fountains of spray as they boomed and thundei ed against the tumbled boulders at the cliff ' s base. Thus rages for ever the mighty battle of the wild ocean against the grim immovable face of the cliffs, which, for all their SAMARA 75 formidable air, give way inch by inch every year until the pas- sionate, unreasoning onslaught of the sea is at last victorious. I In the rank grass at the top of the cliffs, among the velvety I sumacs and stunted junipers, sat a rugged, grizzled old fisherman. I He had been born and had lived his simple life by the seashore; ; his only home had been the quiet village nestled round the tiny i harbour lying to his left, where the cliffs slope down and down ! until they join the sandy beach of ' ' Easter Cove " and, gradually I rising on the other side, continue the formidable barrier against ! the encroachments of the sea. The sun peeped occasionally through rents in the low scud- ding clouds and comforted the ancient seaman sucking at his reeking pipe in solitude. His deep-sunken eyes were dim now; the flame of intelligence once flashing from their dark inscrutable depths was nearly extinct, leaving them to peer dully and sus- piciously from under bushy brows. A scanty crop of fine white hair hung neglected to his withered neck; his hollow cheeks were worn and lined as the rugged cliffs he knew so well, and deeply bronzed by nearly a century of weathering. His clothes were green with age and salt-water, and a musty odour pervaded them, an odour as of aged leather books on a dusty cob- webbed shelf; his feet were slippered and his free hand, shrivelled, bronzed and freckled, plucked aimlessly at the grass with bony fingers. He gazed out to sea and dreamed the heart-aching dreams of the very old. Suddenly he came back from the bitter thoughts of his youth to meditate upon things around him. He thought of his little dingy shack by the sand on the outskirts of the village. And he thought, with the morbid emotionalism of age, of the shack ' s one window, which had brought him the blessed sunshine in the time of his ill-health; " Dear little window . . he murmured, his voice faltering with emotion. . . . " Dear little . . he repeated mechanically, his mind wandering and losing the meaning of the words. He gazed around, wondering what he had been thinking of — groping in his weary memory for a forgotten idea. " Where am I going? " he muttered. " I wonder where Fm . . . " and again he groped in his memory with a shaky failing tenacity; again he lost the train of thought and his mind wandered aim- lessly. . . . Gradually the wind sank to rest. The sky had cleared and the great crimson sun was sinking, tipping each dark wave with blood, while far out to sea, a few tiny fishing smacks could be distinguished running for the cove. " What is wrong with me? " he quavered, as he felt a flood of warm affection and thankfulness suddenly surge over him — what a wonderful feeling it was — he had not known it for years; it reminded him of a time long ago — ah, so long that he could not remember when — of how once his father had given him a watch for swimming out to save two exhausted men stranded on a wreck. Yes, and he had saved them both, although it had been bitterly cold that 76 SAMARA day and the seas were running high; and his father had praised him — " Lad, you have proved yourself worth your salt now; you have won your right to be called a man. " He had felt like crying, and yet had been so warmly happy and not a bit proud — only wished he had done something greater to deserve the praise. Why did he feel like that now? Surely nothing wonderful was going to happen to him again, just then? Maybe it was; no tellin ' what life was going to do with you next. . . . His heart grew suddenly lighter; a veil slowly, wondrously, melted from before his eyes and understanding. ' Tather! " he whispered quietly. Of a sudden his eyes were strangely trans- formed, all-comprehending, loving and gentle again as in youth, bright with a vision, far away as yet, but coming on the dusk of that calm evening. Sea gulls glided by in the gathering dusk, the glow from the western horizon catching their breasts and making them flash sharply white against the dark sky above them and the shadowy ocean below, as they wheeled and turned and glided gracefully, wings outspread; while their mournful cries re-echoed along the cliffs. At the top of the cliffs, a spare dark figure could be dis- tinguished lying in the rank grass among the sumacs and feathery junipers, the reflection from the western horizon shining gently on his face and hands. As he lay there, his calm, radiant face towards the curling waters he loved, their thunder re-echoing still in his heedless ears, deep tenderness and heavenly love had left their beautiful impression on the still features; an ex- pression of the deepest joy had smoothed the rough and battered outlines into the likeness of a comely youth. His worn hands lying in the grass were open in generous gesture, but their pulses beat no more. ... He had found the answer to his gropings, he had gone to receive his honours — those of a simple fisherman, good, brave and true — at the hands of One, how much greater, how much more loving than even his father! SAMARA 77 78 SAMARA DEFINITIONS ACROSS 1. Snake. 31. Piece of a felled tree. 2. Part of to be. 33. Tumult. 5. Auxiliary verb. 35. Each (abbr.). 7. High tone (music). 37. Pronoun. 10. Aromatic substance. 39. The earth. 13. Name of railway car. 41. Prefix meaning again. 15. Thus. 42. Happens in bad weather. 16. The whole amount. 43. White. 18. Possessive pronoun. 45. Negative adverb. 19. Brush. 47. Father. 21. A preposition. 49. Called. 23. Keen 52. Kind of fur. 25. Negative. 54. Change colour of. 26. A preposition. 55. From. 28. In interest of. 56. To leave. 29. Demand. 57. Strange. SAMARA 79 DOWN 1. Beast of burden. 24. Concerning the king. 2. Game. 27. Willow used in basket work. 3. Ratio of circle ' s circumference to 30. Mohammedan Bible. its diameter. 32. Exclamation. 4. That is (abbr.). 34. Groups of threes. 6. Male ' s name (abbr.). 36. Pronoun. 7. Indefinite pronoun. 38. Literary composition. 8. Acid fruit. 40. Insect. 9. Attempt. 41. Swift. 11. Company (abbr.). 43. Conjunction. 12. Wingless insect. 44. Of (Fr.). 14. Pronoun. 46. Mother. 16. Reverence. 48. Also. 17. Permitted by law. 50. Pronoun. 20. Kind of tea. 51. Act. 21. Part of to be. 52. Behold. 22. Begin. For Solution, see page 83. 53. River in Italy. — E. Symington, V a. ADVICE Oh little people, why aren ' t you big, And eat like me, who resemble a pig? Into the candies I used to dig, Come now with me, and have a fig! Reducing is the thing to do, But the victuals allowed are, oh, so few, I much prefer the rules of the zoo. Fat I prefer. Don ' t you do so too? One day I promised that I would try, But do it again! Fd rather die! Than eat small helpings fit for a fly. The way to reduce is to have a spy. The spy can notice if you exceed The ration that you really need. Then vengeance falls with utmost speed Upon your quite excessive greed. — C. Fisher, V Arts. 80 SAMARA HunouR Why do we know they had beer in the Ark? Answer: Because the kangaroos came in with hops and the bear was always Bruin. Why does a rabbit have a shiny nose? Answer: Because his powder puff is on the wrong end. What is the difference between a broken chair and a cow? Answer: One gives milk and the other gives way. What ' s the difference between a rattle-snake and a tsetse fly? Answer: They both rattle, except the tsetse fly. RIDDLES Can you tell me why A hypocrite ' s eye Can better descry Than you or I On how many toes A pussycat goes? Answer: A man of deceit Can best counterfeit And so I suppose Can best count her toes. —Penelope Sherwood, IVc. SAMARA 81 ' ' BONERS " Home they brought her worrier dead ! Her girdle was made of real pears. The hides were pulled on board by the donkey wench. What is the feminine of fort? Answer: Fortress. — E. MacFarlane. ADVICE To the fat: Don ' t eat — fast. To the slim: Don ' t eat fast. Scene: Boarders at the Chateau Cafeteria. Boarder, over the counter: ' Do you serve fish? " Absent-minded waitress: " We serve anyone " . Scene: At dinner, waiting patiently for dessert. 1st Voice: " 1 see rice puddin ' ! " 2nd Voice (from end of table): " Who saw Rasputin? " Traffic Judge, 1950.— Wrong side of the cloud, eh? Fifty dollars and costs. " If one more explorer puts a bow- tie on me, I ' m gonna scream. " 82 SAMARA DIAMOND PUZZLE 3 a U. 1 1 s DEFINITIONS 1. Possesive pronoun. 2. Presses. 3. Tales. 4. Game bird. 5. Perceive. — E. Symington, V a. For Solution, see page 83. NUMBER PUZZLE 1 3 7 0 The nine numbers in the square must be arranged so that when added either horizontally, vertically or diagonally they total fifteen. — M. Fetrucci, IV B. For Solution, see page 83. SAMARA 83 CO iU PUZZLE SOLUTIONS Solution from page 66 — Answer: OR- DEAL. Solution from page 68 — Answer: SER- VICE, FELLOWSHIP AND FAIR- PLAY. e| o| Ui 5 UJ Solution from page 79. B3 HHH Q. UJ - UJ 5 T a O ( s T 0 12 I g s I 5 e e s Solution from page 82 Solution from page 67 Solution from page 82 3 A 5 b SAMARA 85 AVTOGRAFHS— Continued 86 SAMARA AVTOGRAFUS— Concluded SAMARA 87 SCHOOL DIRECTORY Mrs. C. H. Buck— Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. THE STAFF Miss B. Adams— 68 Fairmont Avenue, Ottawa. Miss E. Ash— Chipperfield, Park Hill Road, Croydon, Surrey, England. Miss N. E. Barrow— Wedmore, Belsize Road, Worthing, Sussex, England. Miss M. Carver— 232 Cooper Street, Ottawa. Miss F. Claudet— Howick Street, Rockcliffe. Ottawa. Miss J. Crawford— 7 Church Hill, Edinburgh, Scotland. Miss L. Green— Froyle, Hampden Park, Eastbourne, Sussex, England. Miss E. Higgins— Kilve Cottage, College Road, West Dulwich, London, England. Miss S. MacArthur— " Woodspeen " , Virginia Water, Surrey, England. Miss J. MacBrien— Aylmer, Quebec. Miss E. Mills— 83 Island Park Drive, Ottawa. Miss Edythe Mills— 83 Island Park Drive, Ottawa. Miss K. Neal— 37, Gordon Hill, Enfield, Middlesex, England. Mlle. Martin Pasquin— 27, rue Victor Hugo, Paris, France. The Very Rev. E. F. Salmon, D.D.— The Deanery, 436 Sparks Street, Ottawa. Miss A. L. Scott— Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Miss D. M. Thwaite— 61, Hornsey Lane, Highgate, London N.6, England. Florence Acheson— Britannia Heights, Ottawa. LiLiAS Ahearn— 450 Daly Avenue, Ottawa. Elizabeth Alguire— 107 Sydney Street, Cornwall. Mary Baker— 44 Jackes Avenue, Toronto. Marjory Barron— 308 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Anne Bethune— Berkenfels, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. MiMl BOAL— 30 Goulburn Avenue, Ottawa. Theodosia Bond— 3548 Mountain Street, Montreal. Glenn Borbridge— 290 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Pamela Booth— 323 Chapel Street, Ottawa. SuzETTE Bourinot— 202 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. 88 SAMARA Genevieve Bronson — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Barbara Alan Brown — 51 Dun vegan Road, Toronto. Betty Brown — 4836 Western Avenue, Westmount, Montreal. Margaret Carson — 286 Maclaren Street, Ottawa. Eleanor Carson— 286 Maclaren Street, Ottawa. Alix Chamberlain— 18 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Rosemary Clarke— 90 Park Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Eleanor Clark— 295 Manor Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Alison Cochrane — Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Anne Coghlin— 1826 Sherbrooke Street West, Montreal. Cynthia Copping— Castle Frank, Toronto. Virginia Copping— Castle Frank, Toronto. Debora Coulson — 19 Rosedale Road, Toronto. Mary Craig— 309 Somerset Street West, Ottawa. Anne Creighton— 325 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Ruth Creighton— 35 Thornhill Avenue, Westmount, Montreal. Muriel Crocket— 325 Chapel Street, Ottawa. Miriam Cruikshank— 110 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Joan Dean— 362 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Janet Dobell— 1300 Redpath Crescent, Montreal. Gay Douglas— 226 Maclaren Street, Ottawa. Katherine Dunning — 20 Range Road, Ottawa. Susan Edwards— 407 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Jane Edwards— 407 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Dawn Ekers— 1535 Bishop Street, Montreal. Pamela Erwin— 138 Daly Avenue, Ottawa. Barbara Fellowes— R.R. No. 1, Hull, Quebec. Mhairi Fenton— Apartment C.61, The Chateau, Sherbroo ke Street West, Montreal. Ethel Finnie — 303 Waverley Street, Ottawa. Constance Fisher— 184 Balmoral Avenue, Toronto. Joan Eraser — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. B. B. Eraser — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Patricia Galt — 359 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Shirley Geldert— 272 Somerset Street West, Ottawa. Ailsa Gerard — McKinnon Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Hope Gilmour — Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. Margaret Graydon — Apt. D, 22 Gleneagles, Montreal. SAMARA 89 Betty Hamilton— 706 Echo Drive, Ottawa. Mary Hampson— 1501 McGregor Street, Montreal. Betty Harris— 59 Maclaren Street, Ottawa. Nancy Haultain— 311 Manor Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Jean Heubach — 320 Hosmer Boulevard, Tuxedo, Winnipeg. Betty Heubach — 320 Hosmer Boulevard, Tuxedo, Winnipeg. Janet Hill— 518 Dufferin Ave. London, Ont. Betty Hooper— Selbourne, 338 Elmwood Avenue, Rockcliffe. Winsome Hooper— Selbourne, 338 Elmwood Avenue, Rockcliffe. Joan How— 1634 Selkirk Avenue, Montreal. Janet Hutchison — 4294 Montrose Avenue, Westmount, Mon- treal. Katherine Inkster — 18 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Rosa Johnson— 4396 Western Avenue, Westmount, Montreal. Barbara Kennedy— Riverview, Macleod, Alberta. Mary Kingsmill— 74 Castle Frank Road, Toronto. Dorothy Laidlaw— 295 Cooper Street, Ottawa. Kathleen Lawson— 149 Maclaren Street, Ottawa. MoiRA Leathem— 490 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. ' ' Eleanor Leggett— Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. Dorothy Leggett — Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. Mary Lyman— 3482 McTavish Street, Montreal. Louise MacBrien— Aylmer, Quebec. Anna Reay Mackay— 1578 McGregor Street, Montreal. Patricia Macoun— Experimental Farm, Ottawa. Mary Malloch— 14 Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Elaine McFarlane— 417 Elgin Street, Ottawa. Mary McGuckin— 138 Roslyn Road, Winnipeg. Marjory McKinnon— 323 Metcalfe Street, Ottawa. Harriett Mathias — 21 Gordon Crescent, Westmount, Montreal. Ruth Monk— 112 Argyle Avenue, Ottawa. Marion Monk — 112 Argyle Avenue, Ottawa. Elizabeth Newcombe— 68 Cooper Street, Ottawa. Melodie Willis-O ' Connor— Byng House, Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. 90 SAMARA Mary Palmer— 239 Warren Road, Toronto. Mary Paterson — 275 Maclaren Street, Ottawa. Anne Perley-Robertson — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Claire Perley-Robertson — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Maria Petrucci — 31 Mackay Street, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Evangeline Phillips — 584 Manor Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Hazel Ross— Holland House, Quebec. Barbara Ross — 35 Goulburn Avenue, Ottawa. Jane Russel — 607 Clarke Avenue, Westmount, Montreal. Mary Scripture— 620 Avenue Road, Toronto. Penelope Sherwood— Maitland, Crescent Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Sheila Skelton— Edge Hill, Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Ethel Southam — Casa Loma, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. Elizabeth Symington— 3501 Peel Street, Montreal. Jane Toller— 62 Powell Avenue, Ottawa. Peggy Waldie— 48 Castle Frank Road, Toronto. Hope Wattsford— 132 Stewart Street, Ottawa. June White— 603 Besserer Street, Ottawa. Esther Wilkes— Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. Anna Wilson— The Manor House, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Norma Wilson— The Manor House, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Jean Workman— 292 Gilmour Street, Ottawa. THE EMD SAMARA 91 THE END OF THIS SAMARA OCIAL Q. 6704 TATIONERY NO MATTER WHAT YOUR NEEDS, WE ARE PREPARED TO FILL THEM WRITING PAPER ENVELOPES CALLING CARDS PROGRAMMES BRIDGE TALLIES BRIDGE PRIZES PLAYING CARDS PRINTERS • STATIONERS • BINDERS omce suppLies marking OEvices rubbcr stamps multigraphinis BOOKBINOINQ • COMMERCIAL AND SOCIAL PBINTINQ 80 O ' CONNOR STREET OTTAWA, Canada J. R MacLAREN, B.A. Architect DESIGNED AND SUPERVISED THE BUILDING OF ELMWCOD CITIZEN BUILDING OTTAWA. Canada CHAS. 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