Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1936 ' SUCCESS IS NAUGHT: ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL " — Browning ELMWOOD FACING BUENA VISTA ROAD ELM WOOD FROM THE GROUNDS TENNIS AND ARCHERY principal Mrs. C. H. Buck History Regular taff [Senior Arts English Miss M. F. Martin, Forms } r ,ll j, ,, [VI A Miss E. Mills, Form VI B History, German Miss A. Elliott, Form V Matric Modern Languages Miss M. White, Form V B Classics Miss B. Adams, Form V A Mathematics, Geography Miss D. Rosier, Form V C Mathematics, Science Miss Neal Junior School Miss P. Beckwith, Form IV C English, Music, Singing Miss D. C. Tipple House Mistress, Music, Sewing Miss E. Booth, Forms VI and V Arts Art and Handicrafts, Geography Mademoiselle L. Bertheny French Miss L. Blackburn Dancing, Drill, Games Miss M. Bartram Domestic Science Miss Heney Nurse-Matron Miss M. Carver Secretary Mrs. G. a. Murphy, Dramatics Miss H. Salmon Spanish Mr. H. Puddicombe Music The Very Rev. E. Frank Salmon, D.D Bible Study 4 SAMARA MAGAZINE STAFF Editor B. Whitley Secretary M. Leathem Treasurer G. Bronson Literary Contributions P. Galt C. Sparks Advertising Staff E. South am (Manager) B. Hamilton M. Ellsworth B. Fellowes Music Notes M. Fry Art Notes B. Hampson Boarders ' Notes P. Galt Lecture Notes A. Cochrane Drama Notes G. Bronson Sports Notes E. McClelland E. South AM School Calendar P. McLaren Photographs D. Laidlaw The Secretary wishes to acknowledge with thanks the receipt of the following Magazines since our last edition went to press. The Study Chronicle; Miss Edgar and Miss Cramp ' s School, Beaver Log; The Hatfield Hall Magazine; The Strathalton Pibroch; The Branksome Slogan; The Lower Canada College Magazine; The Upper Canada College Times; The Upper Canada College In Between Times; The Trinity University Review; The Ashburian. SAMARA 5 CONTENTS V PAGE 2 Frontispiece. 3 Elmwood Staff. 4 Magazine Staff. 5 Contents 7 Picture of His Majesty the late King George. 8 Picture of His Majesty King Edward VHI. 9 Tribute to the King. 10 Our Patroness. 11 Editorial. 1 1 Condolences. 12 School Notes. 15 House Notes. 19 Prefect Notes. 23 Sports Notes. 26 The Ski Race Mary Fry, Form VI 27 School Calendar. 28 Boarders ' Notes. 32 Lecture Notes A. Cochrane 32 O Waly, Waly A. Cochrane, VI upper 33 Drama Notes. 37 An Old Man ' s Prayer Suzette Bourinot, Vc 38 Music Notes. 39 Art Notes. 40 Household Science Notes. 40 Thoughts Margaret Bronson 41 Old Girls ' Notes. 46 Mr. and Mrs. Burrell B. Whitley 46 Star Gazing Peggy Clark, Form Va 47 Prince Edward Island Catherine Macphail 49 The Sorrowful Tale of Bella, who. Neglecting to Clothe Herself Wisely, Came to a Painful End 50 The Whale Ogden Blackburn M.F.M 50 Ode to Arabella Eleanor Carson Elizabeth Hanson 51 Jamaica NiNi Keeper fG. Bronson 52 The Fate of Belinda 53 If 55 Ode to the Wanderer Geraldine Hanson, Nightingale B. Whitley, VI upper arts 56 Our Cruise to the West Indies 6 SAMARA PAGE 57 Parents Suzette Bourinot, Vc 58 A Day in the Life of a Bee that Downed Tools. Louise MacBrien, Fmatric. 59 The Panther Cecily Sparks, upper VI arts 60 A Night in the Library Barbara Hopkirk, Fmatric 61 The Two Princes in the Tower Penelope Duguid, Fa 62 My Dog has a Bath Clara May Gibson, V arts 62 Ave Atque Vale M.E.W. 63 Eastward — Ho Lilian M. Blackburn AC rk„ ci oo Barbara Hampson 65 Our Cow Blossom Gibson 66 The Siege of Lucknow A. Bethune, Fa 67 The Fox and the Cockerel Pat Galt, VI upper arts 68 Saturday Night ' s Anxieties Nancy Lane, Form Fb 68 The Stars Gaye Douglas, Fc 69 The Quarantine from a Quarantine ' s Viewpoint Kathleen Warner, Fry House 70 Spring Suzette Bourinot, Fc 71 What Price Glory ? D. Wardle, F matric 72 Last Night in Bed P. Duguid, Fa 72 My Turtles M. Blackburn, Form III 73 Prefect Joan J. Daniels, Fb 73 The Heather Maid Suzette Bourinot, Fc 74 Dancing on the Moon B. Whitley, VI upper arts K. Warner J. Smith B. Hampson 75 Pest Justifies his Name S. Edwards, Fb ' JA T U4. E. Carson, 76 Twilight Hampson, Form VI arts 76 A Dialogue Between Two Schoolgirls. Susan Kenny, Form Fc 77 Rain Anne Perley- Robertson, Form IVc 78 The Sentinel B. Norsworthy r T ir dmi JoaN DeaN, 79 On Rolling a Pill (muriel Crocket, VI arts r, 1 c Peggy Clark, Fa, Keller 80 Popular ( ?) Songs (penelope Duguid, Fa, Nightingale 80 Chain Puzzle M. Boal 81 Mrs. Buck and the Others B. B. Eraser, Form Fb, Fry House 81 Favourite Expressions (susan 82 Answer to Puzzle. 82 Jokes. Q-i n B- Hamilton, Keller 83 Personals M. McKinnon, T r ' 84 Septine B.Whitley 87 A Farewell A. Cochrane, VI upper 87 And So Farewell ! IS " c .?!!f ?f ' senior arts 74 Three Little Quarantines. Betty Hamilton, F a, Edwards. Fb 88 Autographs, 90 School Directory. 93 Advertisements. E. SOUTHAM 5Haxlms of " Tis ttaiestr 1910 Iflixg (Beor e V. 1 36 ac ma to obc6lenl to t e rules of tbe game. 4. 4. 4. ju Ceac me to 6istinguUl) between sentiment anb sentimentality. 4. eacl) me neither to proffer nor to receive c eaf praise. 4. 4. eac me to win if 3 may ; if T may not, teacb vnz to be a goo6 loser. X3eacl) me neither to cry for tlje moon nor over spilt milk. 4. 4. 4. 3f H am called upon to suffer, let It be like a well-bre6 beast ll)at goes away to suffer In silence. These Six Maxims of His IVlajesty KING GEORGE V. were hung prominently on the walls of his study in Buckingham Palace. SAMARA 9 Eins Cbtoarb Vm HE accession of Edward VIII to the thrones of the British Common- wealth is fraught with interest to the world. As Prince of Wales, he won our admiration and love by his untiring zeal for the welfare of his future subjects, especially those who, during the war, had offered everything they possessed for their fellows, and those for whom life was a bitter struggle. He becomes King with a great record behind him of initiative and energy, of unselfishness and charity. We are proud of our King, and grateful that we are still led by a man of whom we may be proud. With the advent of Their Excellencies Lord and Lady Tweedsmuir to Government House, a new chapter in Elmwood ' s history began, for Her Excellency graciously consented to be- come our patroness. We are sure that her interest in literature, and her own great gift of writing, will inspire us to new heights in our English work. Her Excellency was pleased to attend our senior play this year, where she very kindly overlooked our all too many faults, and offered some very helpful criticism. We hope that she will find the time to pay us another visit before very long. SAMARA 11 EDITORIAL N our 1935 edition we opened with the happy words, " This is the Jubilee year " . Now, in 1936, we must instead express a great sorrow because our king has passed away. After reaching his Jubilee year, when the loyalty, admira- tion, and love felt toward him reached new heights, he died, quietly, simply, surrounded by those he loved best. To our new king, Edward, we pledge ourselves anew. May his reign ever be ' ' happy and glorious " . To the old girls it will be of interest to know that Miss Hillman, now Mrs. Laidlaw, is returning from China where she has been living for several years. She and her small son are coming to stay with Mrs. Buck early in July. It was Miss Hillman who started our magazine, and called it " Samara " , which is the name of the winged fruit of the Elm tree. We feel that it is a very fitting name for our magazine. May we never disappoint its founder! Here I would like to thank everybody who has worked for our magazine: Miss Martin, whose tireless efforts have caused many hitherto hidden talents to bloom; the committee, whose patience with their editor has been untiring, and most of all, our contributors, who, after all, are the magazine. A special word of appreciation is due to both Susan Edwards and Suzette Bourinot for the quality and quantity of their work. I also wish to compliment our adver- tising managers for the excellent number of advertisements they managed to obtain. I could go on still further but space is limited, so, thank you everybody. Conbolentesi The girls join with the mistresses in expressing their deepest sympathy to Miss Martin in her recent sad bereavement. We would also express to Mary Fry our sincerest sympathy in her recent sad loss. 12 SAMARA • HIS year we were very sorry to have to say goodbye to their M Excellencies, the Earl and Countess of Bessborough. J Lady Bessborough had been our patroness for the all too few years that she was in Ottawa. Both their Excellencies were very much interested in Elmwood; Lady Moyra Ponsonby, who came to several classes last year, was, and indeed still is, an honorary member of Nightingale. We thank Lord and Lady Bessborough again for their interest and we wish them every happiness for the coming years. Last year we had to say goodbye to many of our mistresses: Miss Colling, Miss Barrow, Miss Belford, Miss McCallan, Miss Cottee, Miss Bradford, and Miss Thwaite, for many years the guiding spirit of our literary efforts. To all these we would express our hope that their new lives are both interesting and happy ones. To Miss Rosier, Miss White, Miss Beckwith, Miss Heney, and Miss Martin, who have come to take their place we extend a hearty welcome and we hope that they like Elmwood as much as Elmwood likes them. This year Mrs. Buck inaugurated a new system of government. A student council was formed consisting of the Head girls, prefects, house seniors and monitors who, this year, were partly elected by the school and partly appointed by Mrs. Buck and the Staff. The council has proved to be a success, and we hope that in future years it will become even more influential, and useful to the school. This year many interesting books have been given to the school. There are no gifts more appreciated than those made to the library. We are very proud of our collection and take great pleasure in adding to it. This year we have received the following books: Rudyard Kipling ' s Verse, presented by Lady Moyra Ponsonby. A complete set of Robert Louis Stevenson ' s works presented to us by the Elmwood Old Girls ' Association. The Shorter Oxford Dictionary, and The Glory That Was Greece and The Grandeur that Was Rome, both by T. C. Stobart, presented by Sheila Skelton. An autographed copy of his collected poems presented by Mr. Bourinot. Lord Lytton ' s Antony, and Anne Lindbergh ' s North to the Orient, presented by Mrs. E. A. Whitley. To all these kind friends we extend our heartiest thanks, and most grateful appreciation. We have also added: — The Funeral March of a Marionette, by Susan Buchan. A Short Life of William Shakespeare, by E. K. Chambers, abridged by Chas. Williams; The Edge of the Jungle, by William Beebe, The Living Forest, by Arthur Heming, Jock of the Bushveld, by Percy Fitzpatrick. The Apple Cart and St. Joan, by G. B. Shaw, Abraham Lincoln, (2nd copy) by John Drinkwater, Disraeli, by L. N. Parker, Florence Nightingale, by L. B. O ' Malley, The Life of Pasteur, by Ren6 Vallery-Radot. SAMARA 13 This year the House Collections again reached a very high standard. Nightingale ' s was judged to be best, as has been mentioned elsewhere. Our Federated Charities Fund, with the assistance of both mistresses and pupils, reached $173. Our poppy day fund came to $20.57. And we are now busy collecting for the Nasik Cot fund, by which we maintain a cot in one of the children ' s wards at the Nasik Hospital in India. Here may we thank Col. C. M. Edwards, for his generous contribution to the magazine fund. His gift was greatly appre- ciated. B. J. W. The 1935 Matriculation Results are as follows: — abbreviations are: 1, 1st class honours; 2, 2nd class honours; 3, 3rd class honours; C. credit; R. recbmmendation. UPPER SCHOOL RESULTS Genevieve Bronson — English Literature, 1st; Modern History, 1st; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 2nd; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 1st. Janet Dobell — French Authors, 3rd. Helen Gordon — English Literature, 3rd; Latin Authors, C; French Authors, C; French Composition, 3rd. Katherine Inkster — English Literature, 2nd; Modern History, 2nd; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, C; French Composition, 2nd; French Authors, R; Germlan Composition, C; German Authors, R. MoiRA Leathem — English Literature, 2nd; Modern History, 2nd; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 2nd; French Authors, 2nd; French Composition, 1st. Sheila Skelton — English Composition, R; English Literature, R; Modern History, R; Latin Authors, R; Latin Composition, R; French Authors, R; French Composition, R. MIDDLE SCHOOL RESULTS MiMi BoAL — English Composition, C; English Literature, 1st; Canadian History, 1st; Algebra, 1st; French Authors, 1st; French Composition, 1st. Glenn Borbridge — Canadian History, C. Eleanor Clark — Canadian History, R; Ancient History, C; Geometry, C; French Authors, 3rd. Rosemary Clarke — English Composition, C; English Lite- rature, R; Canadian History, R; Algebra, C. Alison Cochrane — Algebra, C; Geometry, 3rd; Latin Authors, 2nd; Latin Composition, 3rd; French Authors, 2nd; German Authors, 1st; German Composition, C. Janet Dobell — Ancient History, 1st; Geometry, 2nd; Physics, 2nd; Chemistry, 2nd; Latin Authors, 1st; Latin Composition, 2nd. 14 SAMARA Barbara Fellowes — English Literature, 2nd; Canadian History, C; Algebra, C. Patricia Galt — Canadian History, R; Ancient History, R; Geometry, R; German Authors, R; German Composition, R; Latin Authors, R; Latin Composition, R. AiLSA Gerard — Algebra, 3rd; Latin Authors, 3rd; Latin Composition, C; German Authors, 1st; German Composition, 2nd. EsME GiROUARD — Ancient History, 2nd; Algebra, 3rd; Geo- metry, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, 3rd; French Authors, R; French Composition, R; German Authors, C; German Composition, 3rd. Helen Gordon — Geometry, C ; Chemistry, R. Betty Hamilton — EngHsh Composition, C; Canadian History, C; Ancient History, 1st; Latin Composition, C; French Authors, R; French Composition, C. Barbara Kennedy — Ancient History, C; Geometry, C; Latin Authors, 3rd; Latin Composition, R; French Authors, R; French Composition, C; German Authors, 2nd; German Compo- sition, C. Dorothy Laidlaw — English Composition, C; Canadian History, C ; French Authors, 2nd. Dorothy Leggett — English Composition, C; English Liter- ature, C ; Canadian History, C. Elizabeth McClelland — EngHsh Literature, C; Canadian History, C. Peggy McLaren — Canadian History, C; Geometry, R; Latin Authors, C; French Authors, R; French Composition, C; German Authors, 2nd; German Composition, C. Helen Murdoch — English Composition, C; English Litera- ture, C; Physics, R. Margaret Parkin — English Composition, C; English Litera- ture, 1st; Canadian History, 3rd; Algebra, C. Jane Russel — English Composition, C; English Literature, C; Geometry, C; Chemistry, R. Ethel South am — Geometry, R; German Authors, R; German Composition, R. Cecily Sparks — Ancient History, R; Algebra, 2nd; Geometry, C; French Authors, R; French Composition, 2nd. Two girls also tried some papers in the McGill University Junior Matriculation Examinations: Mary Fry — English Literature, 59; English Composition, 67; General History, 54; French Grammar, 67; French Translation, 50; Latin Composition, 70; Latin Sight, 61. Barbara Whitley — French Grammar, 77; French Transla- lation, 60; Physics, 59; Chemistry, 77; Geometry, 76; Algebra, 62. SAMARA 15 KELLER HOUS E NOTES KELLER HOUSE NOTES HAST year Keller was victorious in the struggle for the shield, and a very close struggle it was. This year we are making valiant efforts to maintain our high standard but Fry and Nightingale are making it extremely difficult for us. At the closing last year the following members of Keller won distinction : — Louise MacBrien Philpot Token Mary Lee Pyke Senior Improvement Medal Janet Dobell Dramatics Prize Jean Perley- Robertson Dramatics Prize Barbara Whitley Short Story Medal (Presented by Mrs. Marling Gordon) Elizabeth McClelland Speech Prize (Presented by Dr. Wodehouse) Barbara Whitley Public Speaking Medal (Presented by Mr. J. Y. Murdoch) Jane Russel House Award Muriel Crocket Intermediate Sports Cup Muriel Crocket Long Jump Cup (Presented by Mr. N. E. Wilson) We are proud of these " Kellerites " and should like to congra- tulate them all. Unfortunately our Badminton results were not very good this year, but we hope to make up for this in Basketball. Last year we won the Basketball cup and are doing our best to repeat our success. Elizabeth McClelland is our energetic Sports Captain this year, and Peggy McLaren, Vice-Captain; we should like to thank them both for their untiring efforts. 16 SAMARA Our collections for the poor at Christmas, although very generous and meriting two red stars, did not quite come up to the standard set by Nightingale. — We were sorry that two enthusiastic new girls, Barbara Sellers and Jane Smith, had to leave us for a while and we hope to have them back next year; we were sorry to lose Esther Wilkes also. We welcome as our youngest member Clair Perley- Robertson. We hope that those who are returning next year will con- tinue to be enthusiastic and devoted members of Keller; to those who are leaving we wish the best of luck. Members of the house this year are: — MoiR A Le ATHEM House Prefect Alison Cochrane Prefect Elizabeth McClelland .Prefect Peggy McLaren House Senior Barbara Whitley Monitor Elizabeth Hanson Monitor Dorothy Leggett Monitor Rosemary Clarke Monitor Term II Betty Hamilton Monitor Term I Louise MacBrien Monitor Term I Beatrice Black, Gaye Douglas, Penelope Sherwood, Elizabeth Bryan, Susan Edwards, Jane Smith, Eleanor Carson, Nancy Lane, Patricia Spendlove, Peggy Clark, Pamela Mathewson, Diana Vernon, Muriel Crocket, Maria Petrucci, Sarah Wallace, Nancy Doane, Barbara Sellers, Esther Wilkes, Clair Perley- Robertson. Mistresses — Miss Elliott, Miss Adams, Miss Rosier, Mrs. Murphy. FRY HOUSE NOTES E are trying hard to put Fry ' s name up on the House Shield this year as it has not been there for a long time! Our efforts seem more likely to be successful too, as at the moment we are leading in red stars. We must win it this time. Fry! Last year we were quite successful in sports, and our thanks are due to our keen and energetic Sports Captains, Barbara Ken- nedy and Betty Hboper. In addition to the Tennis Shield and Badminton Cup, Fry won the Sports Cup for the greatest number of points on Sports Day. The Senior and Junior Sports Cups were both won by members of Fry — Barbara Kennedy and B. B. Fraser. Also, Barbara Kennedy and Ailsa Gerard (Nightingale) won the Senior Doubles, and Melodic Willis O ' Connor and Shirley Geldert (Nightingale) the Junior Doubles in the school tennis tournament. We did not manage to win the badminton this year, but we are going to try to do better in other sports before June. We should like to congratulate all the members of Fry who won prizes at the closing last year. Top— Jow Toller; Cecily Sparks. Bottom — Louise MacBrien; Rosemary Clarke; Betty Hamilton. HOUSE PREFECTS Genevieve Bronson (Nighlingaix): Falrma Gali {Fry); Moira Leathern (Keller). SAMARA 17 They are as follows — Junior High Endeavour B. B. Fraser Special Proficiency Award S. Skelton Special High Endeavour B. Kennedy Music Medal G. Young Music Improvement Medal M . Fry Physical Training Medal B. Hooper (Presented by Mrs. E. Fauquier) Gym Stripe M. Ellsworth Posture Girdles B. Hooper D. Laidlaw M. Ellsworth Our collection for the poor at Christmas, of knitted garments, old clothes, toys, etc., was very generous but it did not merit as rnany stars as those of Keller and Nightingale. The house play, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, tied with the other two houses. It was presented at the Christmas party, and was great fun to do. We should like to thank the Fry mistresses who were so kind in helping us. At Christmas we were sorry to lose Melodie Willis-O ' Connor, who we had hoped would continue to bring distinction to her house by her tennis. We wish her luck at Netherwood in Nova Scotia. The members of the house, as they stand, are: — House Prefect Patricia Galt House Senior Marion Ellsworth Monitor Dorothy Laidlaw Monitor Kathleen Warner Monitor Marjorie McKinnon Monitor Mary Fry Mimi Boal, Elizabeth Fleck, Peggy Marr, Glen Borbridge, B. B. Fraser, Barbara McClelland, Heather Collins, Barbara Gilbert, Mary McColl, Margaret Curry, Barbara Hopkirk, Mar- garet Parkin, Joan Daniels, Genevieve Inglis, Anne Perley-Robert- son, Joan Dean, Susan Kenny, Nancy Riley, Mackie Edwards, Norah Lewis, Anna Wilson. Mistresses— Miss Martin, Miss Mills, Miss White, Miss Bertheny. NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NOTES 1935-36 nAST year Nightingale was last in red stars, but we are determined to make up for our lapse and do our best to regain the Shield. At present we rank second to Fry, but we mean to make good use of our last few weeks. We were very proud indeed when Ethel Southam, the Head of Nightingale and a Senior Prefect of the school, won the Summa Summarum award last June; and we would congratulate her on 18 SAMARA her splendid leadership of us last year. She is with us again as Head Boarder and School Games Captain. Other Nightingale prizewinners of last June whom we should like to congratulate are: Genevieve Bronson who won the Proficiency Medal and the Bronson Dramatic Art Medal; Suzette Bourinot, the Junior Improvement Medal; Ruth Creighton, Mrs. P. B. Taylor ' s Art Prize; Geraldine Hanson, Major McKeand ' s prize for writing. In the School Tennis Tournament of last year we were very successful. Ethel Southam won the Senior Tennis Singles Cup, (pres. by Mrs. E. Fauquier); Ailsa Gerard and Barbara Kennedy (Fry) — Sen. Tennis Doubles Cup (pres. by J. Wilson and K. Gordon); Winsome Hooper — Intermediate Tennis Singles Cup, (pres. by Mrs. Russel Smart); Shirley Geldert and Melodic Willis- O ' Connor — Intermediate Tennis Doubles Cup, (pres. by J. Southam). Ethel Southam and Ailsa Gerard were also valuable members of the school tennis team. Olga Brown won the prize for archery presented by Mrs. F. Ahearn; and Eleanor Clark and Ogden Blackburn were awarded posture girdles last June. Ogden is the youngest possessor of this award. This Christmas we gained three stars for our House for having the largest and most attractively arranged display of clothing, toys and foodstuffs for charity. We have also succeeded in winning the Badminton Cup for the first time. Congratulations, Badminton team! We have great hopes for our Basketball this year, thanks to our enthusiastic Games Captain, Barbara Hampson, and her lieutenant Barbara Fellowes. We are at present tied with Keller, with four matches to go. Pamela Erwin left us just before Christmas to go to England. We miss her contributions to the star board and wish her good luck abroad. We welcome all new girls to Nightingale and hope that they will give their loyalty and support to our house in the years to come; and to those who are leaving we wish all good things in the future. The members of Nightingale are: — Genevieve Bronson . . Head Day Girl and Head of House Ethel Southam Head Boarder Barbara Fellowes Monitor Barbara Hampson Monitor Jane Toller .Monitor, Term I Cecily Sparks Monitor, Term II Anne Bethune, Ogden Blackburn, Suzette Bourinot, Olga Brown, Eleanor Clark, Penelope Duguid, Jane Edwards, Shirley Geldert, Clara May Gibson, Geraldine Hanson, Winsome Hooper, Nancy Martin, Marion Monk, Mona Morrow, Helen Murdoch, Patricia Murphy, Beatrice Norsworthy, Mary Paterson, Jacque- line Vernon, Dorothy Wardle, Norma Wilson. Mistresses — Miss Neal, Miss Booth, Miss Beckwith and Miss Heney. SAMARA 19 ' ' We must all hang together or assuredly we shall all hang separately. — Benjamin Franklin Genevieve Bronson. — " Brightly smile and sweetly sing. " Yennifer, as Head Day-Girl and Head of Nightingale, is completing her eleventh and last year. She topped all her scholastic achievements last year by getting six firsts and a second out of the seven Senior Matriculation papers she tried. With such an outstanding record she should certainly further her studies at college — Are you listenin ' , Yennifer? We can- not truthfully say that she is as blameless in other things. For instance, her friends will tell you that outside of school her punctuality is distinctly conspicuous by its absence! Consequently it is not to punctuality that she attributes her social success, but to the fascination of her most expressive eyebrows. If you have not already seen the amazing sight of her eyebrows in action — do not fail to do so. Ethel Southam. — " A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse! " Eth is our Head Boarder and the proud possessor of last year ' s " Summa Summarum " — Congratulations, Eth! She is one of our foremost athletic stars, being School Sports Captain and Tennis Captain. The school did its best to carry on without her for seven weeks, part of which time she spent in sunny Bermuda. She causes her room-mates much anxiety (or is it amusement ?) by holding forth in her sleep at night. As yet she has not disclosed any state secrets — but there ' s still hope! Another of her failings is dropping things — let us explain. She has been dropping subject after subject all year until she now has a grand total of seven (which number includes such subjects as cooking and dressmaking). Ethel has the distinction of being the only girl who has been at Elmwood for twelve years. She will probably be super-annuated this year! Alison Cochrane. — " Great oaks from little acorns grow " . " Pee-Wee " is Minnie ' s under- study in Keller, and has had the privilege of taking several House-Meetings (she ' s not so sure that it ' s a privilege!). She is the Reference Librarian and spends all her spare moments recovering lost books. She is particularly noted for her puns which are usually so deep that the average mentality cannot fathom them. We often wonder if she herself knows what she is talking about. She is always kept busy on Friday afternoons reading our teacups — although she admits she knows nothing about it. We find her a little determined in such things as wearing her school ring upside down, and parting her hair in the middle — which, we assure you, does not suit her. Her ambition is to run an orphans ' home — she probably got the idea when inspecting the babies before prayers. 20 SAMARA MoiRA Leathem. — " All kin ' o ' smily round the lips " . Minnie is Head of Keller for the second year, an honour that we think has not been accorded to any other girl and she is determined that Keller shall again win the House Shield. Every now and then she deserts us on a Friday afternoon to honour Montreal with her presence. Although on these occasions we miss her at the tea-hour, we are partly consoled by the delicious selection of food with which she provides us (Not until we have duly paid our 10c, we might add). Minnie, like Yennifer and Ethel, has spent all her schooldays at Elm wood, and we are sure that when she leaves this year she will be greatly missed. She is 3 of a very select form, commonly known as Senior Arts. The other % are the aforementioned Yennifer and Ethel, and it is this minute but very import- ant form that causes Miss Martin many anxious moments. Patricia Galt. — " Thought is deeper than speech ' Pat is the competent Head of Fry House, and up till now she has succeeded in leading Fry to the front ranks. She is the only dancer amongst us, and it is with awe and pride that we watch our colleague gracefully fht around the stage. We are eagerly looking forward to the time when Pat will come to German class with her homework all done. (In case Miss Elliot has not noticed this fact, dear Readers, please do not mention it !) Another of Pat ' s misdemeanors is that if a piano is not to be found she drums incessantly on any avail- able piece of furniture. Very good for her music we are sure, but for the furniture — ? We have at last found the secret of Pat ' s scholastic successes — she wears glasses to impress the mistresses! She glibly informs us that she does not need to wear them, and then continues to do so — shame on you, Pat! Elizabeth McLelland. — " Her unextingui- shed laughter shakes the sky " . Liz spurned the office of House Senior after a trial of eight weeks, deciding that she would rather wear a prefect pin. We always did think she had good taste! She is Fiction Librarian and valiantly tries to extract twenty-five cents a term from her customers. As Sports-Captain of Keller, and Vice-Sports Captain of the school, she exhibits her sporting instincts to the full. Liz is the only one of this year ' s officers who is coming back next year — Good Luck to you, Liz, and may your success continue! When next we hear of her it will probably be as a famous jockey in the Grand National or a newspaper reporter. Whichever you choose, Liz, don ' t forget at least to send your old friends an autograph. SAMARA 21 Peggy McLaren. — ' ' Toil is the law of life, and its best fruit " . Peg is our baby, although she is trying eight of her Senior Matric. She very thoughtlessly decided to get measles when we were in the middle of writing these notes — all our sympathies to you, Peg, but you really didn ' t miss a thing. She is headed for Switzerland next year to " become a great skier " (to quote her), and to do a little studying as a side line. She is determined to become an aviatrix, or failing that, to drive a train — there is certainly nothing small about her ambitions. Stop Press. — It being a woman ' s privilege to change her mind. Peg has just informed us that she may be going to Paris instead of Switzerland. Well, folks, you ' ll see her if, and where you see her! Marion Ellsworth. — ' ' Her love of youthful sports " . Marny joined us as a House Senior half way through the first term, after a bout with her appendix. Preferring the society of their measles to that of the prefects, much to our chagrin she and Pat retired to the infirmary for a few weeks after Christmas. She is a prominent member of Fry House, being their Sports Captain and Pat ' s very able assistant. She is planning to go to school in Paris next year, that is if she can be persuaded to get off the boat, and it will take some persuading, from what we gather. Her none too lofty ambition is to ride an aquaplane on her head. She will probably end by being a circus acrobat ! Her weaknesses are sports in general, ice-cream cones, radios, and curling peoples ' hair with tongs. HEAD GIRLS Ethel Southam; Genevieve Bronson. SAMARA 23 INTEREST in our varied programme of sports continues to increase, and we want to thank Miss Blackburn for devoting so mucli of her time to help us. We shall all be very sorry to say goodbye to her in June when she is leaving us to be married, and should like to wish her every happiness in the future. SPORTS DAY Hot weather greeted us on Sports Day last June. This, however, did not dampen our enthusiasm, and everyone entered whole heartedly into the interesting programme of races. After some very stiff competition the inter-house sports cup was won by Fry. Other cups were won by the following: Senior Championship, Barbara Kennedy; Intermediate Championship, Muriel Crocket; Junior Championship, B. B. Eraser; Primary Cup, Mary Blackburn; Long Jump, Muriel Crocket; Tug-of-war was won by Keller, and the Relay Race by Nightingale. BASKETBALL We have been striving harder than ever this year to improve our teams ' standard, and have been most fortunate in having Miss Enid Palmer, an old girl, present at several of our practices. She gave us some very valuable tips from which we all profited. Owing to various mishaps to members of the first team, their places wet-e taken at different times by able substitutes. At the beginning of the year Marion Ellsworth had to part with her appendix, and was unable to play until after Christmas. Ethel Southam was unable to play from the November week-end until after Christmas, and Elizabeth McClelland was out from Christmas until after Easter. Both teams played Ottawa Ladies ' College in one match this year. The College was successful in the first team game, but our second team won after a hard fought struggle. We also took our first team up to Kingston, where we played Hatfield Hall, Cobourg, in the Queen ' s University gym. It was a very strenuous game with Hatfield victorious, 17-13. 24 SAMARA House matches will be started very soon and the competition for the Inter-House Basketball Cup, which was won by Keller last year, will be very keiejn. We played a matcji against the Old Girls in the fall and both our teams won by a Mg margin. We are looking forward to playing them again soon. The teams are as follows: — First: E. Southam {captain), E. McClelland, B. Fleck, for- wards; D. Leggett, M. EUfeworth, B. Hampson, B. Norsworthy, centres; E. Clark, P. Spendlove, guards. Second: Was mostly contained in the first at sometime or other. We add: — M. Leathem {captain) forward; V. Inglis, centre; P. McLaren, M. Crocket, M. Boal, guards. TEAM CRITICISMS Ethel Southam, Captain. — Was unfortunately absent from most of our games, but is back to form now for the House Matches. E. Clark. — Has proved a capable and active guard throughout, and done much to keep down scores against us. E. McClelland. — Is one of those strong silent people who rise to their best game when the team most needs them. Her steadiness was the saving of our morale in the Hatfield game. D. Leggett. — Was changed from attack to guard this season, and did not like it at all at first, but was gradually reconciled and has proved since that it was a wise move. She has been much steadier than she was last year, and is indefatigable. P. Spendlove. — Has played splendidly throughout the season. She combines excellently with Eleanor, and makes the most use of her height and speed. B. Fleck. — Played in the second team at the beginning of the season, but made the first teatn later. She cannot recover from a bad start but ' Vhen she is good, she is very, very good " . B. Hampson. — Has beteti very agile on many occasions. Her passing and combining have improved considerably. B. Norsworthy. — Has been steady throughout the season in the centre of the field; she is a very good shot too, though she had some bad luck in matches, but she has an unfortunate habit of aiming badly in matches — but only in matches. M. Ellsworth. — Was absent through illness from September tb February, but promises to be as ' unguardable ' as ever in the Spring House Matches. 2nd Team Was mostly contained in the first at some time or other. We add:— M. Leathem, Captain. — Has been steady and her shooting has improved considerably, but she needs more speed. P. McLaren. — Has done yeoman service in a variety of places. She is still rather slow off the mark, but her passing is reliable. M. Crocket. — Is rather slow to start at times, but is quite speedy when fully roused to action. SENIOR BASKETBALL TEAM Top — Patricia Spendlove; Moira Leathern; Barbara Hampson; Muriel Crocket. Middle — Eleanor Clark; Marion Ellsworth; Ethel Southam {Captain); Elizabeth McClelland; Peggy McLaren. Bottom — Dorothy Leggelt; Beatrice Norsworthy; Elizabeth Fleck. SENIOR TENNIS TEAM Top — Muriel Crocket; Mimi Boal. Bottom — Ethel Southam (Captain); Elizabeth Fleck. ? There ' s a browny little fuzzy now at school! You cannot think how quaint and queer he he; He runs around the place with his funny little face And does he like a jolly cup of tea! This fuzz is full of tricks and playful ways, And his ' Missus ' just adores him you can see; Now I know you ' ll never guess, who is this precious presh, My itty Wee! With apologies to Rose Fyleman. SAMARA 25 V. Inglis. — Is a neat and very tidy player and I predict a 1st team place for her when she has gained a little more experience. A very promising player. M. BoAL. — Can be relied on to play a good game and not to let us down when we are shorthanded. Lilian M. Blackburn. TENNIS Tehnis still holds an important part in the school spoi-ting activities and good material is noted among all the intermediates. Last spring a large number of the girls entered the school tournament, and after close and exciting matches, the victors were: Senior Singles — Ethel Southam; Runner-up, Betty Hooper; Senior Doubles — Barbara Kennedy (Fry), Ailsa Gerard (Nightingale); Runners-up, Ethel Southam and Betty Hooper; Intermediate Singles — Winsome Hooper (Nightingale), Runner-up, Shirley Geldert (Nightingale) ; Intermediate Doubles — Shirley Geldert (Nightingale) and Melodie Willis-O ' Connor (Fry) ; Runners-up, Penelope Sher- wood (Keller) and Joan Daniels (Fry) ; House Shield — Fry. Elmwood again played in the Inter-Scholastic Tennis Tourna- ment and after some very interesting matches, captured the coveted trophy. Our team took the first round from Ottawa Ladies ' College with a score of five matches to nothing. Elmwood won the second round, against Glebe Collegiate, by four matches to one. The last round, against the High School of Commerce, was very close with the result in our favour, and a score of three matches to two. Team. — First Singles, Betty Fleck; Second Singles, Ethel Southam; Third Singles, Muriel Crocket; First Doubles, Betty Fleck and Ethel Southam; Second Doubles, Muriel Crocket and Mimi Boal. BADMINTON Everyone followed this popular sport enthusiastically during the winter months and there was some stiff competition for the Inter-House Cup. After some exciting matches, the cup was carried off by Nightingale. GYM AND DANCING It is felt by everyone that there has been a marked improve- ment in dancing, gym and drill throughout the year; although there has not been as much time for gym as we all should have liked. This year the drill competition was a bigger success than ever, and the style throughout the school has improved immensely. We all waited anxiously to hear the winners proclaimed by Mr. Buck, our competent judge. They proved to be V Matric. On May 5th we had the pleasure of watching a most enter- prising dancing recital produced by Miss Blackburn, in the form of a ballet. It was the story of " Snow-white and the Seven Dwarfs " . 26 SAMARA Marion Ellsworth was the sole recipient of the coveted gym stripe last June. She also won a posture girdle, as did Ogden Blackburn. Peggy McLaren won the only posture girdle awarded so far this year. MISCELLANEOUS ACTIVITIES Major Chapman is again teaching Archery, to which several of us are looking forward with interest. The Swimming Pool at the Chateau Laurier is still a favourite haunt of both day-girls and boarders. Their screams of delight may often be heard on a free afternoon. The Minto Skating Club is very popular and several of our girls took part in the " Follies " . As for other pastimes; there are some very clever skiers in our midst and also some very skilled horsewomen. Elizabeth McClelland. THE SKI RACE The day is crisp and cold and clear; Our feet grow numb, our faces freeze. The snow is sparkling in the sun, Its heavy weight bends down the trees. A line of flags run down the hill — We shiver when we see the space In which the skiers have to turn To reach the goal and win the race. Above us on the hill they stand, All keen and eager for the fray; They are impatient to be off, For months they ' ve waited for this day. The warning whistle blows at last; The first dare-devil takes his place; The crowd, which has been wandering off, Again draws near to watch the race. Down, down he comes with lightning speed, Until the first flag blocks his track. Then, with a perfect christie turn. He skims the pole and doubles back. With bated breath we watch the course, A s each in turn goes flying past; With wondrous skill they turn until The winning post is reached at last. — Mary Fry, form VI a. SAMARA 27 SCHOOL CALENDAR TERM I September 11th. — School reopened. October 24th. — Thanksgiving Day. School holiday. November 1st. — School Hallowe ' en Party. November 7th. — Major McKeand ' s talk on " The Armistice. " November 8th-12th. — Armistice Holiday week-end. November 30th. — Two School basketball teams played Ottawa Ladies ' College. December 7th. — School basketball team played Hatfield Hall, Cobourg, at Kingston. December 16th. — Form Drill competition. December 18th. — School Christmas party. December 19th. — Christmas holidays. January 9th. — School reopened. January 16th. — Miss Minton Loft ' s lecture on " The Life of Indians in Canada. " January 28th. — School closed in honour of the funeral of the late King George V. TERM n February 28th- March 3rd. — Mid- Year week-end. March 20th. — Senior Dramatic performance " Richard of Bordeaux. " April 8th. — Easter holidays. April 23rd. — School reopened. May 1st. — Senior-Intermediate dramatic performance and Arts Classes ' French Play. May 2nd. — Miss Halliday showed u s movies of camp life at Oconto. May 5th. — Dancing recital. May 7th. — Presentation of library books by Old Girls. May 12th. — Junior- Intermediate dramatic performance and Aits Classes ' French play. May 21st. — Junior dramatic performance. June 8th. — Sports day. June 9th. — School closing. — Peggy McLaren. 28 SAMARA BOARDERS ' NOTES aT the beginning of this year, we were all very glad to hear that Ethel Southam had come to spend a year with us as a boarder, after being a day girl ever since she was " so high. " After being one of the Head Day Girls last year, she naturally took on the office of Head Boarder, and her willingness to help everyone throughout the year has been greatly appreciated by us all. Unfortunately she will not be back again next year, but we wish her the best of lubk wherever she may be. Next to the Head Boarder, may we say a word abou ' t our youngest boarder, who joined us at Christmas. Before it is ne- cessary for us to use the pronoun, we had better explain that this is Miss Tipple ' s pet " Peke " — Ching. He enters whole heartedly into all our activities, even to joining the procession to be weighed at the beginning of each month. He is an excellent advertisement for boarding school, as he has gained eight and three-quarter pounds in four months! He and Miss Tipple have a curious language of their own, which we are gradually learning to understand, but occasionally we hear an outburst which rather bewilders us. Ching ' s favourite occupation is getting lost, but these occasions become rarer as he grows larger and his bark louder. As in other years, a great deal has been done for our enjoyment on Saturdays. In the warmer weather we have been to Wakefield and Britannia, where we ran wild for a few hours; and we spent an especially enjoyable afternoon at the Gatineau farm of Mr. and Mrs. vSparks. This spring we paid a most interesting (if a little sticky!) visit to the sugar bush, and twice in the winter we SAMARA 29 went ski-ing at McLean ' s Mountain Lodge, near Kingsmere. In addition to these outings, several very kind friends of the school have invited us to their homes for tea, and sometimes to a mbvie. We should like to thank Mrs. Southam, Mrs. Wilson, Mr. Bronson and Mrs. Leggett for the delightful times they have given us, and also Mrs. Brown and Mrs. Gemmel who are going to entertain us before the end of the year. The Dean and Mrs. Salmon invited us to a lovely Valentine party where we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly playing bridge and watching movies. The Dean showed the senior girls some more of his movies — mostly of his trip to England — when he and Mrs. Salmon came to Mrs. Buck ' s hou e for the evening. We had great fun and enjoyed immensely the Dean ' s entertaining ex- planations of his pictures. Another time that we always look forward to going down to Mrs. Buck ' s house is when we sing carols at Christmas. Mr. Buck has made recordings of the carols for the last two years, and this year showed a decided improvement over last. Nevertheless, our voices sound very faraway and strange on a gramophone! We have had several visits from Old Girls this year. It has been very nice seeing them, and we hope they enjoyed coming as much as we enjoyed having them. At the beginning of the year Jean and Betty Heubach, Janet Dobell and Margo Graydon came to see us; before Easter Mary Hampson and Janet Hutchison came up, and just lately we have had a visit from Elaine Elsworth, Mary Palmer and Mary Kingsmill. We are also hoping to see some more of the out-of-town Old Girls before the end of the term. Our principal winter sports are, of course, ski-ing and skating, although we spend some of our time at riding and indoor basket- ball too. The skating enthusiasts have always gone to the Minto regularly, but this year, we feel that more has been done to promote an interest in ski-ing. In addition to the usual time spent at McKay lake or the Hill in the Park, we were given the opportunity of having lessons from Major Chapman up at Ironsides. These trips were greatly appreciated, even though it was not possible to fit in very many. Another of our activities this winter seems to have been having the measles. Of course, one consolation for the poor un- fortunates who were thus afflicted was the knowledge of the good turn they were doing to the lucky people who were to remain in quarantine! An account of their activities will be found on a later page. This winter Mademoiselle started a " Club Frangais, " which could be joined by any who were enthusiastic. The club met once, and sometimes twice a week, and we improved our French (is this possible ?) by playing games and listening to stories in that language. We are most grateful to Mademoiselle for her untiring enthusiasm and ingenuity, which gave us so many good times. After the Easter holidays Mrs. Buck provided both lounges with plants, which added greatly to their cheerfulness. We 30 SAMARA water these diligently every day, and those who wish to pursue their horticultural interests still further plant seeds in little plots of their own in the garden. Those who would like to see a fuller account of our activities will find it in the Boarders ' Calendar. BOARDERS ' CALENDAR TERM I September 14th. — Boarders went to Wakefield. September 23rd. — Two girls went to hear Howard Granville who did dramatic sketches at the Little Theatre, September 24th. — San Carlo Opera Company — " Madame Butterfly " . October 3rd. — Church of England Pageant at the Coliseum. October 12th. — We were invited to spend the day at Mr. and Mrs. Sparks ' farm up the Gatineau. October 19th. — Mrs. Southam invited us to tea and to see " Thirty-nine Steps " . October 29th. — Beulah Duffy ' s piano recital. Beulah Duffy, an old pupil of Mr. Puddicombe ' s, is an Ottawa girl who studied in New York under Ernest Hutchison. November 15th. — Mr. Southam very kindly presented us with tickets to the Horse Show. November 20th. — A small group went to " Le Petit Jacques " at the Rideau Theatre. November 22nd. — A few girls saw the Drama League per- formance " Escape " , as guests of Mr. Southam. November 23rd. — Swimming and tea at the Chateau. December 5th. — 1st Tremblay Concert. The Washington Symphony Orchestra. December 14th. — Mrs. Wilson invited us all to Anna Wilson ' s birthday party. December 15th. — Boarders weht over to Mrs. Buck ' s house to sing carols. January 11th. — Boarders went ski-ing at McLean ' s Mountain Lodge. January 18th. — Ottawa Symphony Orchestra. January 22nd. — 2nd Tremblay Concert. Lotte Lehman. January 25 th. — Some boarders went to the By town Museum. January 30th. — A group of boarders went to the Art Gallery. SAMARA 31 TERM II February 5th. — Boarders went to " A Tale of Two Cities " . February 8th. — Mr. Bronson invited us to tea and to see " So Red the Rose " . February 14th. — Dean Salmon invited us to a Valentine Party. February 20th. — 3rd Tremblay Concert. Nino Martini. February 22nd. — Boarders went ski-ing at McLean ' s Mountain Lodge. February 25th. — Mrs. Buck ' s party for Dean and Mrs. Salmon and the senior girls. March 4th. — 4th Tremblay Concert. Dalies Frantz. March 7th. — In the morning a small group went ski-ing at Ironsides, and some girls went to the Museum. Also two girls went to the Camp Oconto Luncheon. In the afternoon we were all mvited to tea by Mrs. Leggett. March 17th. — Piano Recital by Mr. Puddicombe ' s senior pupils. March 21st. — Ottawa Symphony Orchestra. March 26th. — 5th Tremblay Concert. Heifetz. March 28th.— M ' mto Follies. March 29th. — A group of girls went to the Art Gallery. April 4th. — All boarders went to the sugar bush. April 25th. — Boarders went to Britannia, and then to the Wayside Inn for tea. April 27th. — A group of girls went to " La Maternelle " . April 30th. — Ottawa Symphony Orchestra. May 2nd. — Miss Halliday came and showed us movies of Life at Camp Oconto, and very kindly provided us with refresh- ments. May 5th. — Some girls went to an exhibition of professional tennis at the Auditorium. May 16th. — Mrs. Brown invited us all to the Seignory Club at Lucerne for the afternoon. May 18th. — A group of boarders attended a lecture on " Sir James Barrie " , by Miss Anna Buchan (O. Douglas). May 23rd. — Mrs. Gemmel invited us all to her home in Arnprior for the afternoon. June 6th. — Mrs. Edwards very kindly invited us to her country home for the day. 32 SAMARA LECTURE NOTES HIS year, Elmwood has had the opportunity of hearing some very interesting lectures. We are always so grate- ' ful to those who spare their valuable time to come and speak to us. Our kind friend, Major McKeand, talked to us about the ac- tivities of the Vetcraft Association, and explained more fully the meaning of the Poppy. Miste Freda Fripp spoke for the Federated Charities, and greatly aroused our sympathy for those who are less fortunate than ourselves. The contribution made by Elmwood, $173, is significant of the enthusiasm she aroused. A delightful lecture was given by Miss Minton Lofton ' ' Indian Folklore. " Herself an Indian, she was most competent to talk to us on that very interesting subject. Her native name is " Da- mendine, " in English, " Dawn of the Mohawke. " As Canadians, we were glad of the opportunity to learn more of the first inhabitants of Canada. Miss Minton Loft showed us some lovely bead-work, carved wooden spoons and cups, and what we have heard of, but rarely seen, wampum — great treasure of the Indians. Miss Loft also sang some charming songs in her native tongue. On May 2nd, Miss Halliday entertained us with scenes from camp life at Oconto. The scenes were particularly interesting, as they were so very familiar, many of us having been campers. We thank Miss Halliday for both the lecture and the refreshments that followed. We wish her all success for 1936. — A. Cochrane. O WALY, WALY! O waly, waly up the hall, O waly, waly down the stair And waly, waly in my desk I ' ve looked for them ' most everywhere; My history books, where can they be? How could they do this thing to me? I should be in the primary, O waly, waly, waly! 0 waly, waly, life is sad, 1 don ' t deserve this sorrow, I need my books to do my work My homework for tomorrow; Why here they are, just come and look! There ' s every single hist ' ry book. Deep in my desk, hid in a nook, O jolly, jolly, jolly! with apologies to the ballad. —A. Cochrane, VI upper. SAMARA 33 s ON March 20th, of this year, the Senior Dramatic Art Class had the honour of presenting Richard of Bordeaux, by Gordon Daviot, before a large and distinguished audience which included Her Excellency the Lady Tweedsmuir and the Honourable Alastair Buchan. In putting on this play, which, with John Gielgud in the title role, had such a favourable reception in London in 1933, we felt that Mrs. Murphy (nee Julia MacBrien) had indeed put us on our mettle, and, as in previous years, we gained a great deal by our study under her capable instruction. Many in our audience had seen the play in London but were very generous and encouraging in their criticism of our effort. We should like to take the opportunity here of thanking Miss Booth and those girls in her Art Classes who designed the beautiful period costumes for us. We feel that these costumes added tremendously to such success as we may have achieved. The Arts Classes are presenting two French plays under the direction of Miss Bertheny and Mrs. Murphy. The first of these, A VAigle d ' Or, by R. T. Smith, was seen on Friday May 1st, together with The Great Bell of Pekin, by Katherine Gibson, and Scenes from Henry V acted by the Senior Intermediate Dramatic Art Class. On Tuesday May 12th La Poudre aux Yeux by Labiche was presented at the same time with Scenes from A Mid- summer Night ' s Dream and Lord Dunsany ' s The Golden Doom by the Intermediate Dramatic Art Class. The Juniors presented Pinnochio. At the School Christmas Party each house once again put on a short play, chosen and produced by the members participating. The three plays this year were Elizabeth Refuses, based on Pride and Prejudice, played by Keller; Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, a comedy based on Hamlet by Fry; and the comedy Brothers-in-Arms, with the Canadian backwoods as a setting, played by Nightingale. Each play won two stars. 34 SAMARA Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. THE SENIOR DRAMATIC ART CLASSES Under the distinguished patronage of HER EXCELLENCY, THE LADY TWEEDSMUIR present RICHARD OF BORDEAUX By GORDON DAVIOT (Maudelyn) Richard II Act I Richard II Act II Anne of Bohemia . Duke of Gloucester Scene Scene Duke of Lancaster Duke of York Sir Simon Burley, the King ' s Tutor . Michael de la Pole, Chancellor Earl of Arundel Robert de Vere Mary Bohun, Countess of Derby, Agnes Launcekron Henry, Earl of Derby, Son of Lancaster . . . Thomas Mowbray Sir John Montague John Maudelyn (Secretary) Edward, Earl of Rutland A Waiting Woman Thomas Arundel (Archbishop of Canterbury) A Man IN the Street A Second A Third Woman with loaves Woman with vegetables. Lord Derby ' s Page Doctor A. Cochrane J. Toller M. BOAL 1 E. Carson 2 B. Hamilton 3 D. Laidlaw 4 R. Clarke 5 E. Clark 1 P. Galt 2 P. McLaren 4 C. Sparks 6 M. Leathem 7 G. Bronson E. SOUTHAM E. McClelland A. Wilson J. Dean H. Murdoch M. Crocket M. BoAL B. Fellowes D. Leggett E. Hanson B. NORSWORTHY G. BORBRIDGE M. Parkin M. Petrucci J. Toller E. Hanson B. Hampson M. Ellsworth E. Fleck M. Fry A. Cochrane M. Morrow E. Hanson B. Whitley M. Morrow E. Fleck C. Sparks B. NORSWORTHY M. Ellsworth J. Toller G. Bronson SAMARA 35 ACT I. Scene 1 — A corridor in the Royal Palace of Westminster, February 1385. Scene 2 — The council chamber in the Palace. Scene 3 — A room in the Palace, the same night. Scene 4 — A room in Royal Palace at Eltham, autumn 1386. Scene 5 — A room in the Tower of London, a month later. ACT II. A room in the Royal Palace of Sheen, three years later. The same, two years later. A street in London. A gallery overlooking the Great Hall at Westminster, three years later. A room in the lodgings of the Earl of Derby, in Paris, three years later. A room in Conway Castle, six months later. A room in the Tower of London, a month later. UNDER THE DIRECTION OF JULIA MURPHY {Diplomas of the Royal Academy and London University in Dramatic Art) Costumes designed by the Special Art Classes under the direction of Miss E. Booth. Reproduced from The Citizen, March 21st, 1936. ELMWOOD SCHOOL SENIOR DRAMATIC ART CLASSES GIVE PERFORMANCE OF EXCEPTIONAL INTEREST BEFORE LARGE AND DISTINGUISHED AUDIENCE EOR the sixth time in as many years, it has been this re- viewer ' s privilege to attend the annual dramatic production of the senior dramatic art classes of Elmwood School. All have been interesting but none more so and none more ambitious than that presented last evening in the school auditorium before a large and distinguished audience graced by the presence of Her Excellency the Lady Tweedsmuir, Hon. Alastair Buchan and party from Government House. The play was " Richard of Bordeaux, " Gordon Daviot ' s success of the London season of 1933 in which that excellent and rising young actor John Gielgud played the leading role. It is an exceptional piece of dramatic writing, picturing Richard II in an altogether different light than does Shakespeare, showing him rather as a man holding ideals for England far ahead of the turbulent and warlike times of the 14th century. He is a monarch who dreams of his country rich in the fruits of peace rather than of conquest yet a youth not master enough of himself or his nobles to succeed. The play also subtly indicates that statesmen, politics, countries and peoples still have the same faults and foiblefe as they did 600 years ago. Scene 1 — Scene 2 — Scene 3 — Scene 4 — Scene 5 — Scene 6 — Scene 7 — 36 SAMARA Confessing to a decided leaning to historical plays, this reviewer is glad for one to be able to congratulate Elmwood School on the presentation of this excellent play so excellently done. It is one which one is tempted to recommend to the Ottawa Little Theatre and one which it is hoped it will see fit to select next season. Ten Richards Since the primary consideration in the presentation by the school is not the enjoyment of the audience — although it was very evident last evening that the audience had its full meed in that respect — but rather that the girls of the senior dramatic class may show the progress made in this particular branch of their studies, no fewer than ten different Richards were seen in the twelve scenes which comprise the two acts of the play and different actresses appeared also as the same character throughout. In this object, the presentation was uniformly successful and though rather confusing to one not used to it, it afforded unusual interest in observing the different interpretations of the roles by those who played them. It would hardly be fair to make comparisons, but it can truly be said that in two or three of the ten different Richards, performances were given which would more than do credit to experienced players of maturer years. This is all the more remarkable when it is re- membered that girls of school age were essaying essentially mas- culine characterizations. All this is not to say that the presentation was beyond criticism even for those of that age. The most noticeable fault with certain of the cast was too level a tdhe and a rather exaggerated rapidity of speech without proper emphasis on the lines uttered giving the impression that their repetition was an effort in which memory played the greater part. This, however, was far from being the general rule and in the majority of cases, expression, diction, stage movemeht and due regard for climatic situations were outstandingly good. Beautiful Costumes Before going on to remark on individual performances, mention must be made of the beautiful period costumes worn by the players. They were indeed lovely and were designed and made by the special art classes of the school under the direction of Miss E. Booth. The setting and lighting were remarkable and quite the best this reviewer has seen on a stage as small as that of last evening. The whole production was a credit to the school and evidence of the thoroughly sound training of the cast by the producer, Julia Murphy. Among Outstanding Players There would not be room enough here to take all the characters and remark on their respective performances so it must be pardoned if comment is made only upon those who seemed to this reviewer the most outstanding. C. Sparks, who appeared in scene 4 of the second act, gave a very finished performance far above the average for a school girl. In expression both of face and speech, in bearing SAMARA 37 and in gesture she was excellent. G. Bronson, whom we remember for other fine performances, was equally outstanding. Hers was a Richard in defeat, expressively and sympathetically portrayed. Another Richard who did very well indeed was P. Gait, whose scene with his stricken queen was tenderly played. R. Clarke ' s diction and regal manner was noteworthy and E. Clark gave a fine impression of pride and dignity. B. Hamilton ' s portrayal had force and masculinity and Moira Leathem ' s a sweet sadness. P. McLaren, D. Laidlaw and E. Carson also gave acceptable performances of the role. Notable Performances E. Southam, who appeared throughout as Anne of Bohemia, made a tender and loving queen. She showed a true womanliness and played the part with fine understanding and feeling. Jane Toller, in the three roles of Mary Bohun, Maudelyn a Page and as the page to Lord Derby, showed a delightful gift for humor. Others giving notable performances were E. McClelland, J. Dean, D. Leggett, whose bearing and diction as Chancellor de la Pole, were excellent, G. Borbridge, A. Cochrane, B.Whitley and B. Norsworthy. AN OLD MAN ' S PRAYER am old, and tired and weak, No more gaiety, but rest I seek. And through the ages of my life. Sorrows, sadness, toil, and strife, Many things have tempted me. But faithfully have I prayed to Thee. And now my work on earth is done, I seek for rest beyond the sun. There in heavenly gardens bright, Flowers shining in the light. All shall shed their perfume sweet. Through the sunshine, hail, or sleet. So I hope I have won Thy grace. And in Thy garden shall be my resting place. — SUZETTE BOURINOT, V C. 38 SAMARA MUSICS NOTES HIS year the boarders have been to many interesting concerts, and have greatly enjoyed hearing so much good music. Among the most dehghtful performances were those of Poldi Mildner, an Austrian pianist who played with the Ottawa Symphony Orchestra; Nino Martini, the well-known tenor; Dalies Frantz, a gifted young pianist; the Washington Symphony Orchestra conducted by Dr. Hans Kindler; this last was perhaps the most popular concert of the year, at least among the boarders. Everyone was very glad of the opportunity of hearing Lotte Lehmann. Her favourite songs were Puccini ' s " Aria " and Schu- bert ' s " Thine is My Heart " . Only six of us were privileged to hear Heifetz, and we were the envy of all the other girls, for he is a very great musician and his playing was most inspiring. In March a group of boarders went to the recital given by some of Mr. Puddicombe ' s most talented pupils. Among the players was Miss E. Bradford who was on the Music Staff here last year. We also heard the Ottawa Symphony Orchestra several times. The favourite compositions were " Valse Triste " and " Caprice Viennois, " played at one of their later concerts, when Alfred O ' Shea, tenor, sang some well-known songs. At their last concert the visiting artist was Paul de Marky, pianist, who played some popular selections. We all feel that we have been very fortunate in having the opportunity of hearing so many gifted musicians, and of going to so many symphony concerts. , TT T T TITRATIONS FROM THE ARTS CLASS by A. Wilson. ILLUSTRATIONS FROM THE ARTS CLASS by M. Petrucci. SAMARA 39 CHIS year a new venture revived our interest in the Art Classes. After making a study of medi- aeval costumes, we discussed colour schemes and started to design costumes for the Senior Play, " Richard of Bordeaux " . It was very interesting work, and great credit is due to those girls who were responsible for them. art Mom The Art Forms have made several visits to the National Gallery, and our History of Art Classes have helped us to understand and appreciate pictures much more than we did before. During the early part of May some of us were fortunate in being able to see the beautiful costume studies and stage sets of Norman Wilkinson of Four Oaks, England. These were on view at the National Art Gallery. Elizabeth Hanson made a study of Chinese Architecture and designed the gateway used in the Intermediate Play ' The Great Bell of Peking " . We loved painting the dragons on the costumes. Eleanor Carson and Barbara Hampson painted the fairy castle used in the last act of the Dancing Ballet. We always enjoy making posters for the various plays and other school activities. During the winter months we have done varied work, such as exercises in colour and composition ; these will be a great help to us when we go out sketching this summer. We have studied commercial art, fashion drawing, animal drawing, painted our impressions of a rainy day, and made studies of the ships of olden days. At the June Exhibition we shall show how drawing can be used as an aid in the teaching of geography. In the Interior Decoration Classes we studied the types of furniture, which have never been surpassed, created by Chippen- dale, Sheraton and Hepplewhite. We were interested in choosing colour schemes for the various types of rooms, the correct placing of furniture and lighting. We always enjoy studying architects ' de- signs and plans for houses. It will be interesting to see what use is made of this work in future Elmwood homes! In closing we should like to thank Beatrice Norsworthy and Eleanor Carson for making the numerous and attractive posters, urging people to write for the School Magazine. We should like to thank all who came to our Exhibitions, and we hope they will come again this June. 40 SAMARA HOUSEHOLD SCIENCE NOTES HE Household Science course is still growing. This year we added two 2nd year groups which did more advanced and specialized work such as canning and preserving etc. The 1st year work included all types of cooking but was generally restricted to basic recipes. During the winter the 2nd year girls visited the Capitol Theatre to hear Mrs. H. M. Aitken, who gave an interesting radio talk and demonstration on cookery. All the classes visited a butcher shop where they learned a great many helpful facts concerning the different cuts of meat. Mrs. Buck kindly allowed the cookery classes to use her home when serving the meals which finished the classes for the year. We felt the girls were most successful in this undertaking. One of the girls acted as Hostess at each meal and the others as " cooks and waitresses " . The 2nd year girls served a dinner and the 1st year group served a luncheon and supper. The guests at the dinner were: Mrs. Buck, Mrs. H. S. Southam and Mrs. Norman Wilson. Mrs. Fauquier was the guest of honour at the luncheon and Mr. and Mrs. Buck at the supper. The Household Management class and the Dress-Making class have done very well. The Dress-making class has been ambitious this year and each girl has attempted a summer sport ' s dress and one other garment, such as a summer evening dress. The House- hold Management knowledge is not so obvious at present but we hope it will be in the future ! THOUGHTS have a big Teddy So chubby and fat, He ' s very intelligent, I must that. He lies in bed with me at night And sings me fast asleep, And then we go to Fairy Land To see our little ' ' Peeps She is a sunbeam from the sky, She lights the meadow grass. She makes the little flowers grow Where all the fairies pass. When I wake up each morning I hear the birdies sing. And Teddy rocks me wide awake To tell me it is Spring. — Margaret Bronson, age 6. SAMARA 41 Patronesses Mrs. H. S. PhIlpot Mrs. Harry Southam Mrs. Edward Fauquier Hon. Cairine Wilson HE fifth annual meeting of the Elmwood Old Girls ' Associa- tion was held at Elmwood, on June 4th 1935, at 8.30. The following officers were elected for the year. Honorary President Mrs. Buck President Cairine Wilson Vice-President Betty Carter Secretary Cynthia Campbell Treasurer Morna Peters Sports Convenor Betty Harris Dramatics Convenor Vals Gilmour Ottawa Representatives Mary Craig Edith Baskerville Joan Eraser Montreal Representative Jean Heubach Toronto Representative Cynthia Copping OTTAWA Betty Fauquier is travelling in England and Scotland. Elizabeth MacMillan is studying art in Toronto. Marjorie Borden has returned to London to continue her studies in art. Mrs. Blair Birkett, with her small daughter Barbara, spent two months this winter in Ottawa with her mother. Mary Devlin spent the winter in Montreal. Dorothy Hardy paid a short visit to England in January. Morna Peters is leaving soon to spend the summer in England. Janet Southam, Nancy Toller, Nini Keeper, and Betty Plaunt cruised in the West Indies this winter. Ruth Eliot is studying art in Montreal. Betty Smart and Joan Ahearn spent a few months in London and are now both back in Ottawa. Jane Smart is studying at the University of Geneva. LuELLA Irvin has deserted Ottawa for Chicago and Edmonton. Florence Coristine is working hard at her singing and art in Chicago. Congratulations to Isobel Bryson, on her victories in the badminton world. Kay Sampson is living in Trenton after a short stay in Winnipeg. Lorraine Bate is to be congratulated on her many dramatic ventures. We welcome Kay Dunning back to Ottawa, after her winter in Toronto. 42 SAMARA Alix Chamberlain, Joan Fraser, Hope Gilmour and Nancy Haultain came out in Ottawa this year. MiMSiE Cruickshank is taking a business course in Boston. Louise Courtney did wonderful work at the Minto this year. Jean Perley-Robertson is at Miss Spalding ' s School in London. Silvia Smellie, Catherine Dougherty and Vals Gilmour have done good work in costumes at the Little Theatre. Peggy Law has returned to Ottawa from Jersey, and we hope she will stay in Ottawa this time. Shiela Skelton, Helen Gordon and Mary Malloch are attfenting Queen ' s Univetsity . Betty North visited Ottawa at Christmas, and we were glad to see her here again. She is continuing her studies at Columbia University, New York. Irene Salmon is taking a course in Parish work in England. Hilda is at Elmwood, teaching Spanish and French. Betty Hooper is staying with relatives in London and Wales. Eleanor Leggett is studying at the Ontario Ladies ' College. AiLSA Gerard is at business college in Ottawa. Katherine Inkster is also taking a business course at the High School of Commerce. Elmwood is well represented in the May Court Club and also in the LO.D.E., the Lady Perley Chapter. ENGAGEMENTS Betty Hogg is engaged to Eric Cameron, and they are to be married shortly. Sue Houston leaves in May for Vancouver to be married to Commander Reid, R.C.N. Molly Houston is also engaged, and is leaving to be married in Egypt, in October. MARRIAGES Since the last publication of Samara, there have been several marriages among the Old Girls : — Julia MacBrien to Arnold (Pat) Murphy. Betty Toller to Bruce Davis. Cynthia Hill to Manson Campbell. Maryon Murphy to Ned Rhodes, and Betty McLachlin to Pars. Larson. Congratulations to Pat Kingsmill, on the birth of a son, to Audrey Scott on the birth of a son, to Janet Burns on the birth of a daughter, to Marion Charleston on the birth of a daughter and to Lucy Weir on birth of a son. CONDOLENCES The school joins the old girls in expressing their deepest sympathy to Luella Irvin on the recent loss of her mother. We would also express on sincere sympathy to Catherine Dougherty who suffered the same loss. Both Mrs. Irvin and Mrs. Dougherty were old friends of the school, and in their passing we feel a personal loss. SAMARA 43 CHE Ottawa Old Girls produced a play on March 4th for the entertainment of the mistresses and present girls of the school, and many other friends interested in our efforts. The play from all accounts was a great success, but it was not alone on the programme as there were three other items equally good and amusing. The evening started with an Amateur Hour with Nini Keefer as master of ceremonies, ably supported by a group of " talented stars " ! Ailsa Gerard, Edith Baskerville, Betty Harris, Jean Workman, Alix Chamberlain and Morna Peters, completed the cast. The dialogue was written by Nini Keefer assisted by Betty Harris. Next a wonderful ballet of trained char-ladies, each resplendent in a faded dress, complete with pail, rag and brush, succeeded in ' bringing the house down " and responded with an encore. Then Betty Carter and Nini Keefer did a tap dance and were unable to leave the stage without a repetition. The play, Ti-Jean and The Unicorn by Edward Wade Devlin, was admirably directed by Vals Gilmour, with costumes by Silvia Smellie. The story is based on a mediaeval French legend which still lives on in Canada. Ti-Jean, the youthful hero, boasts how he has killed fifteen hundred at a blow, forgetting to say they were flies not men. The king, meeting Ti-Jean, persuades him to seek out the unicorn who has done so much harm to his country and people, and in return he shall have half of his kingdom and marry his beautiful daughter. Ti-Jean goes forth and finds the beast, and after a mighty chase locks him up in the unicorn ' s own den. The King appears, and after thanking Ti-Jean for his great deed, presents him with the Princess — who is far from beautiful. Ti-Jean, on seeing his prize, releases the unicorn who chases the Princess. The King flees to safety leaving Ti-Jean to boast of his wonderful courage. The characters are simple village people who wish to entertain their friends, so the costumes all have a habitant air. Ti-Jean wears bright habitant clothes, the King a red cape over his, the coachman, the King ' s servant, sombre black, and the Princess bright yellow. The two raconteurs, dressed as habitants, one being a drummer and the other a fifer, start the play with music and introduce the characters in order of their appearance on the stage. The cast: — Prologue Vals Gilmour 1st Raconteur Hope Gilmour 2nd Raconteur Joan Eraser Ti-Jean Silvia Smellie King Jean Workman Coachman Cairine Wilson Princess Morna Peters Our thanks are due to Mr. Devlin for letting us do his play which is beautifully written and most amusing, and for helping us in the production. — C.R.W. 44 SAMARA MONTREAL RosLYN Arnold is head of the Junior League Superfluity Shop. Theodosia Bond has worked in the Montreal Repertory Theatre, and has been traveUing in Arizona. Betty Brown has been studying dress designing in London, England. Jean Brodie is still continuing her music. Evelyn Cantlie is engaged to Bob Craig. She has been working for the Junior League. Ann Coghlin is a member of the Junior League, and she won a prize in one of the Junior League art competitions. Congratu- lations ! Dawn Ekers came out this year, and she also took an Arts course at McGill. Margaret Symington, Margo Seely, and Catherine Grant have been working for the Junior League. Ruth Seely was married, last fall, to Barkley Robinson. Mary Hampson came out this year, and also took a partial course of French and German at McGill. Janet Hutchison took a partial course at McGill. Rosa Johnson is taking an Arts course at McGill. Mary Lyman is another member of the Junior League, who has been working at art. Harriet Mathias had a portrait accepted in the Spring Exhibition of Art. Congratulations, Harriet! HiELEN MacKay has been working for the Junior League. Mrs. Wilson McConnel (Marjorie Wallace) went to Jamaica in January. Mary Riorden has been studying art in Spain. Elizabeth Symington was a debutante, and also took an Arts course at McGill. Ethel Williams has been abroad with her mother for several months. Jane Russel, Pamela Wilson, and Janet Dobell were all abroad at school in Paris. Margo Graydon is studying in Paris at Mme. Chapin ' s. Anna Re ay MacKay is also abroad studying at Villa St. Monique in Paris. Prudence Dawes is studying sculpture in New York. Ruth Creighton is in Montreal studying dress designing and drawing. Mary Lee Pyke is working hard at her music; she also took a partial course at McGill this year. Betty Heubach is selling " Real Silk " stockings. — Jean Heub ach SAMARA 45 TORONTO One birth — No weddings. Mabel Dunlop Hees is now the proud possessor of a daughter, Catherine Mabel, born on December the twenty-fourth. Mary Dunlop is taking a business course this year, while Jean is studying singing. We hear that Betty Sifton has gone all arty of late. She may be found at Volkoff ' s dancing studio or in an art centre, but her most outstanding achievement of the year was an appearance with a New York stock company in " Parnell " playing in Toronto. She did herself proud ! Kitty Gordon has her nose to the grindstone these days with a medical course at Varsity in view. We haven ' t seen much of Barbara Shenstone all winter. She is still studying at Wellesley College in Boston. Deb. Coulson is invariably in a terrific hurry whenever you meet her, speeding from a dancing, dramatic or art lesson. However, we catch up with her on Saturday afternoons when she holds open-house in her studio. The play in which she took part had the distinction of going to Ottawa for the finals of the Drama Festival. She sails for England in May. Cynthia Copping busies herself working among children in creches, but relieved the strain in January with a West Indies cruise. The Old School was well represented at the deb. functions last season. Barbara Barrett, Barbara Brown, Mary Baker, Virginia Copping, Elaine Ellsworth, Mary Kingsmill, Esme Thompson and Peggy Waldie, all made their bows. Aside from sociability, their days are not idle. Esme is at art school, Elaine, Mary Kingsmill, Peggy and Virginia work on the Emergency Squad of the Humane Society; Barbara Barrett takes singing lessons and is a member of the Toronto Conservatory Choir. Peggy Waldie and Mary Kingsmill took West Indies cruises, while Elaine preferred the ' ' Moon over Miami " . Betty Davidson is at Varsity and is doing very well. Barbara Kennedy has just come east for a few months, and is staying with her grandmother, Mrs. Morrison in Toronto. — Cynthia Copping 46 SAMARA MR. AND MRS. BURRELL CHE Honourable Martin Burrell, P.C., LL.D., author, and Parliamentary Librarian, is one of Elmwood ' s best friends. We were all very glad to hear that this year Mr. and Mrs. Burrell celebrated their golden wedding anniversary, and we all join in congratulating them, and wishing them much happiness throughout the coming years. On many occasions Mr. Burrell visits the whole school, but the boarders are particularly privileged, for when he calls on Wednes- days at the time of our evening meal, he sits and chats with us in the dining-room. When our birthdays fall on Wednesdays we always hope that Mr. Burrell will be there, to further enliven our " Birthday Tea " . Mrs. Burrell did Elmwood the honour of giving out the prizes at the closing last year, and although we do not see her as much as we should wish, we are glad to think that she is one of our best friends too. — B. Whitley STAR GAZING Have you ever watched the stars at night To see what you could see, And told yourself, I know that they A re all smiling down at me. You ' d find Orion and Corona And the little Dipper too, And the pointers of the big one Showing the North Star out to you. You ' d see Cassiopea. And the Serpent way up there; And wonder if the Bull was As yet caught in a snare. One night you might look for the Twins, And also Cancer the Crab, And hope that it will never Be you that he will grab. It ' s wonderful how much you see When gazing up above A nd how well you can remember The things you ' ve learned to love. — Peggy Clark, form V a. SAMARA 47 PRINCE EDWARD ISLAND " THE GARDEN OF THE GULF " CHE car-ferry cleaves her way through the blue-green waters of the Strait of Northumberland. Gradually in the distance appear low red sandstone cliffs. The blue of the sky, the blue of the sea, and the red cliffs bright in the sunshine — and we know that Prince Edward Island lies before us. The ferry docks; the train cars are shunted ashore, and in a few minutes we are on our way to Charlottetown. As the train makes its way to the capital city we have time to search our memories and recall that this little crescent-shaped island was the cradle of Confederation. Here, on September 1st, 1864, far-sighted men conceived the plan of uniting the provinces, and the Dominion of Canada as it is to-day came into being. Charlottetown is a delightful old city — a city of tree-lined streets and pleasant parks, beautiful houses both old and new, and some of the loveliest gardens to be found anywhere. Government House is very picturesque — a stately building of colonial architecture — gleaming white, set in the midst of velvety green lawns. Flower beds are everywhere and groves of towering trees cluster around the house protecting it lovingly. Here live the Lieutenant-Governor and his family, and here, too, they entertain in the most gracious and delightful way. A dance here on a slimmer evening is a pleasure not easily forgotten. Japanese lanterns are hung throughout the grounds; the fountain twinkles with coloured lights. Perhaps the dance is in honour of the Officers of a British warship which lies at anchor in the harbour a short distance beyond the front lawns. Perhaps it is in honour of some military units, and bright uniforms gleam in the moonlight. The Provincial Building is of great interest. In the Confede- ration Chamber, among many other interesting objects, one may see the visitors ' book where the onetime Prime Minister of Canada, Sir John A. Macdonald, signed himself John A. Macdonald, cabinet- maker. Not far away stands Prince of Wales College, one of the chief educational centres of The Island. On its roll are the names of some of Canada ' s most eminent men. The soil everywhere is of a peculiar reddish colour, very fertile, and particularly suited to the growing of potatoes, which are con- sidered to be the best on this continent. They are exported to such places as the Virginias, the Carolinas and Bermuda. The first year after export they yield four hundred bushels to the acre. If seed be reserved from that crop for the following planting, the yield is very much less. For this reason The Island has a continued market for seed potatoes. While Prince Edward Islanders them- selves seem to thrive in every climate. Prince Edward Island potatoes languish in the second generation away from their native soil. Fox farming is growing yearly in importance. There are many large farms throughout the countryside and one may see the shy 48 SAMARA black foxes sitting on the roofs of their little houses sunning themselves. Prince Edward Island is a country of rolling plains and un- dulating hills. The red sand roads wind through pleasant fields of grain or pasture, where herds of cows and flocks of sheep graze contentedly. They lead through dark groves of evergreens where a timid rabbit may dart across the path, and where the rich scent of cedar and spruce delight ' s. They carry us across streams where the crystal clear water ripples over pebbles, and where elusive trout lurk in the shadows. We pass neat farm houses and barns almost always sheltered by a grove of trees. Generally the boundaries of the fields are marked by spruce hedges. We meet rosy-cheeked, bare-footed children, descendants of the early English, Scottish, Irish, and Acadian settlers. Past school houses and general stores these red roads lead us, and every now and then we catch a glimpse of the blue sea. The south shore of The Island is a sheltered, kindly shore where the salt water is comparatively warm. The north shore, on the other hand, which is washed by the waters of the Gulf of St. Lawrence, is entirely different. There the beaches stretch for miles — glorious beaches of fine white sand. Sand-dunes covered by coarse grass form a low protecting barrier against the sea. When the ebb tide has left the beach firm and rippled, one can ride horseback or drive a car along the sand. Or one may choose to enjoy the excellent salt water bathing, or lie in the sun and contemplate the sea before one. It is on the north shore that the best known summer resorts and hotels are situated — Brackley Beach, Stanhope, Dalvay-by- the-Sea. There is deep sea fishing all around the Island. Many are the clam roasts, oyster and lobster feasts that take place on the shore. Trout fishing may be had in the numerous streams where with luck one may catch a beautiful silvery sea trout for breakfast. As this brief inadequate description of The Island draws to a close, let us suppose that a day is ending too — a day filled with golden memories. As the shadows lengthen and busy daytime sounds are hushed, we may sit in the coolness and look down upon the Orwell River. The tide is going out with the dying day and the salt tang of the marshes is wafted to us across green meadows and a beautiful garden. From our slightly elevated position, we command a wide view of the countryside. Across the river we see a sloping green hill, dotted with dark patches of evergreens. Away in the distance another narrow line of water lies near the sky-line — Charlottetown Harbour on Hillsborough Bay. A cow bell tinkles, a bird sings its evensong. The whole scene is one of exquisite pastoral beauty. As the red sun sinks below the horizon and darkness falls, a great peace settles over the land and in our hearts, we realize to the f ull why Prince Edward Island is called " The Garden of the Gulf " . — Catherine Macphail SAMARA 49 THE SORROWFUL TALE OF BELLA, WHO, NEGLECTING TO CLOTHE HERSELF WISELY, CAME TO A PAINFUL END. Young Bella was a pleasant child, Although, some said, a trifle wild. It ' s true, she never ate her prunes. Played jazz on Sunday afternoons. Put beetles in her room-mate ' s bed. And split her poor form-mistress ' head; Girls will be girls, and after all She hardly ever used to bawl As some I ' ve known have often done. Seeming to find some loathesome fun In making a quite awful din Because they ' d had to leave their kin. One day, however, sad to say. Young Bella tried to run away! One bitter January night. When kind Miss Smith put out the light. That shone discreetly through the gloom Of little Bella ' s charming room, She failed to notice, trusting dame. That Bella ' s somewhat solid frame Was not beneath the snowy sheet, And blanket warm, and Kenwood neat. The child, I greatly grieve to tell, Shortly before the last loud bell. Had slipped downstairs and got her hat. Her coat and shoes, but, careless brat, She ' d only chiffon stockings on! Down Buena Vista had she gone. The trams, unluckily, had ceased. But Bella ' s naughtiness increased. ' ' Don ' t care; I ' ll walk to town " , she cried. But oh! the dreadful child had lied! For bitter was that winter storm; Soon Bella ' s piteous frozen form Stood stiffly in the street-car tracks. The street-car men were most annoyed. Moral. ever you should feel you must Run right away, why, then, I trust. You ' ll wear your woollen stockings, ma ' am. Start sooner, not to miss the tram. And if you feel you ' re going to freeze. Stand on the sidewalk, if you please. — M. F. M. 50 SAMARA THE WHALE HE Whale is the largest animal in the world, who makes his home in almost every ocean, going from pole to pole, right through the tropics, but chiefly in the Arctic and Antarc- tic and the colder temperate regions. A few may be found in fresh waters; generally, though, he is a real oceanic monster. He can stay under the water, as long as an hour, though fifteen to twenty minutes is his usual time. He is well adapted to the water; his feet have become flippers, his tail has become broad into a double-winged paddle with which he swims powerfully. His nostrils or blow-holes are placed right on top of his snout and go right to his windpipe and are closed when he is under water. When he comes to the surface he sends the used air in a column of vapour like a water spout; then he is said to be blowing. The whale has many valuable substances, whalebone was the product for which the whale was hunted in the past, also blubber which is a fat that keeps him warm. In the sperm whale sometimes are found masses of grey substance called ambergris, which is used for making perfume. Whaling, though still a risky business, is not so dangerous as in the old days. The little steamers are about one to two hundred tons burden, and hold a dozen men. They are mounted with a gun which fires an explosive harpoon at the whale, often killing him outright. — Ogden Blackburn ODE TO ARABELLA She was old, her day was done And of beauty, she had none. Both her lights were fading out She had wrinkles on her snout. Arabella was her name, Quite decrepit was her frame; All her friends were smart and gay; They went out most every day; They were streamlined, she was not. But she was used an awful lot. A mile an hour was her speed; Not a red light did she heed. She was as ancient as can be She was just a Model T. — Eleanor Carson — Elizabeth Hanson. SAMARA 51 JAMAICA OUR first sight of Jamaica from the rail of the ship was a delightful surprise. Although I had never formed any real picture in my mind of the island, I somehow thought it would be like most tropic islands; — long and flat with perhaps a mountain here and there. But I was astounded to find as we came within a few miles that the island seemed to fairly rise out of the Caribbean in a chain of majestic blue peaks. We circled the island before docking, and during that time we were able to get a fine view of the mountains. Here and there could be seen jagged lines like white lightning running up the sides of the hills. On coming closer we were able to distinguish them as dirt roads. We passed Port Royal, about which many romantic tales of pirates and buccaneers are told. At one time it was one of the richest spots in the world as well as the wickedest, before being destroyed by an earthquake in 1652. From there we came finally into Kingston harbour, which is one of the busiest ports in the West Indies. Ships from various parts of the world come to unload and take on bananas, oranges, sugar, rum, coffee and other tropic foods. Jamaica ' s charm lies in its variety of scenery. For an island of its size there are more varied and beautiful kinds of scenery than one can possibly imagine. The island seems to be divided into sections ; each little bit has a charm all its own and is completely different from all the others. Our drive from Kingston to Montego Bay gave us an ideal chance to see the country. On our way we passed through Spanish Town, which used to be the old capital, but has now gone to rack and ruin. Except for an occasional dog, or a native woman with a basket of fruit or vegetables on her head going to market, it has a hollow, deserted look. Next we drove on to Bog Walk along a winding road that seemed as though it had been cut through the mountains, and on up to the mountains to Mount Diablo. It was a sultry tropical morning and a heavy mist was just rising above the cocoanut palms far below, giving everything a weird and almost supernatural effect. It was quite appropriately named. Again a complete change as we came to Fern Gully which you hear so much about. It reminded me very much of various spots in the Gatineau Hills, except that the Gully was on a much larger scale and the ferns were more profuse. Lately it has been destroyed by tourists who have dug up all the more beautiful ferns leaving very little variety. But it is still a beautiful sight. We left Fern Gully and drove on up to Shaw Park, a lovely quiet hotel with an exquisite view that looks down to the sea. From there we went on down to the foot of Roaring River Falls where we stopped and had lunch. We hadn ' t time to see the real falls, said to be one of the most beautiful spots of Jamaica. 52 SAMARA Having had our rest we started up again and for the rest of the way followed the winding coastline along to Runaway Bay, where Columbus landed. We passed Rose Hall estate, a huge sugar plantation, and watched the natives cutting the cane down and loading it on to carts ready for the ' ' bounting. " From there we drove into Montego Bay, ending our beautiful drive. Seeing Jamaica ' s country under such ideal conditions and at its greatest advantage, made us think that India ' s title ' The brightest star in England ' s diadem, ' would not be inappropriate to Jamaica. — NiNi Keeper THE FATE OF BELINDA The prefects all sat in their desolate room; Their faces were full of a dignified gloom; When little Belinda had come into prayers, Her shoes were all muddy, her tunic in tears. It was not the first time Without reason or rhyme Belinda ' d committed this terrible crime! The silence was deep and the atmosphere tense. Belinda ' d assured them she meant no offence, But should they allow this grave matter to pass The school would fall into a shocking morass. From the depths of the room, With a voice of the tomb Said one, ' Let ' s consider the criminal ' s doom " . Up rose the Head Prefect; with ominous look She started to speak; from a faraway nook Came a voice of complaint — " 0 have mercy, I beg. After all, a mad dog may have bitten her leg. How on earth can we tell What exactly befell? In most other ways does Belinda do well " . She was one against all of them, what chance had she ? They completely o ' erlook ' d her compassionate plea. But with steady persistence she bravely stood fast To her point, and converted the prefects at last From their purpose so dark. It was done as a lark. So they let B. off lightly with only one mark. G. Bronson [ M. LeATHEM SENIOR ARTS. E. South AM [ SAMARA 53 IF Scene I. IT is somewhere in the universe. Two vague, shadowy forms are standing in that part df space which surrounds our earth. They are War and Peace. War, contrary to the general impression, is a woman. She is tall, erect, and haughty, and her beautiful face bears a look of sinister, cruel beauty. Peace is a man. He is strong and wise-looking; his face is tender yet with a look of rare happiness. They are speaking. War. — Yes, I am beginning to assert myself. I find that while I ' ve been away you ' ve been tampering with my worlds. Earth in particular, which I especially forbade you to touch! Remember, this part of the universe is under my jurisdiction, and mine alone. Peace. — [sadly] And what are you going to do with it now ? War. — I ' m going to stir up a fight, I think. Earth needs some excitement; her people are getting smug, again, too complacent and selfish. They need something to rouse them, something to awaken their lazy, sluggish spirits. Peace. — What good does it do you ? To see those poor blind souls struggling against each other. To ruin everything that they have built up so carefully and slowly. You only retard their progress towards civilization. Why do you do it ? War. — On the contrary, it does not, as you say, retard their progress and civilization. They need the stimulus of battle and excitement to speed up their little works. Besides I like to watch thefti. It amuses me to see them fighting their silly battles; such petty little fights they have! You ought to watch them; they ' re so helpless and funny. Peace. — Someday you ' ll go too far! You ' ll be crushed and broken yourself by something stronger than you. [He takes another look at the earth far below them, then turns away, and says half in scorn, half in pain] Oh, what wanton cruelty. Scene II A council room where three men and a woman sit. All are politicians of different races. The room is dark and smoky, and they are sitting around a table which has several papers scattered on it. 1st Man. — We aren ' t getting any further. 2nd Man. — We seem to be at a deadlock. Now if only you [turns to 3rd Man] would see rekson. 3rd Man. — Reason ! To sign away some of our best provinces, and get a barren mountain range in return ! 1st Man. — There are coal and minerals in that barren range. 3rd Man. — And where have we the money or machines to work those mines ? It is yoli who ought to be seeing reason. 2nd Man. — The people expect a decision; can ' t you two decide on any point ? It seems so useless, arguing like this. 54 SAMARA 1st Man. — The price must be paid! Do you expect my country to go bankrupt just because you haven ' t the courage to face your debts ? 3rd Man. — And do you expect our people to have to work and sacrifice to pay off a debt they didn ' t contract ? 2nd Man. — Why don ' t you cancel the debt ? At least neither of you would be worse off than you are now. 1st Man. — What a suggestion! They owe us the money and can ' t pay; now they refuse to take their punishment Hke men. They go even further; they encroach on our rights in the North, and on the East, and then refuse to admit that they have broken the treaty. 3rd Man. — Why should we ? The treaty that fixed the boundaries was foolish and narrow. At any rate it ' s practically obsolete now, it ' s been broken so often. 2nd Man. — I see no solution except by compromise. 3rd Man. — Compromisfe! No! 2nd Man. — Well, you know the other alternative. Woman [quietly]. It means war. Scene III [This scene is laid in the room of a quiet home. A woman is sitting with a large basket of mending beside her; she is darning a sock, and humming to herself. Suddenly a door bangs; there is heard a voice outside]. Voice. — Moth— er ! Woman. — Ye ' — es. I ' m up here! [There is a sound of footsteps, and a lad of about eighteen throws himself into the room. He is obviously very excited]. Woman. — Well, what is it ? What ' s all the excitement ? Have you been given a holiday, or did Grey Dawn win the race ? Boy. — Neither, but listen Mother — hadn ' t you heard ? There ' s going to be a war ! Woman [aghast]. — A war ? No! Boy. — Yes, and we had to volunteer. Mine was the third name down. Mother. We ' re going to a training camp ne xt week, all us volunteers — us volunteers, doesn ' t that sound great ? And think of it — I ' ll have a uniform and a gun. And there ' ll be drills — and target practices, ahd we ' ll live like men, out of doors — won ' t it be wonderful ? Look Mother, [stands to attention and salutes awkwardly]. Your son is a soldier now. Just as Dad was! Woman [slowly]. — Yes dear, a soldier. Just as Dad was. [This scene opens on a small back-yard. There is washing hanging out, and a small fence separating it from the next yard. Two women are talking there, one on each side of the fence]. 1st Woman. — Well, as I say, it ' s a long lane that has no turn- ing. Thank Heaven the war is nearly over. SAMARA 55 2nd Woman. — Yes, thank Heaven. It ' s been so long! I can hardly believe that its only been — 1st Woman. — Oh! Let ' s not talk about it. The past is over now, and there ' ll be no more wars. Tell me, is that a telegram you ' ve got in your hand ? 2nd Woman. — Yes, from my boy. He ' s befen to the French doctor I told you about — 1st Woman. — And — 2nd Woman. — One lung is useless, and, he has to go and live in the mountains for seven years. 1st Woman. — My dear, I ' m so sorry! It was gas, wasn ' t it ? That new kind that they brought out last year ? 2nd Woman. — Yes, that ' s what he said. 1st Woman. — They say that ' s the kind that rips and tears your throat to rags; my, my, what they won ' t think up next! Of course, I ' m certainly glad that my little boy is only five, because of course there ' ll be no more wars, and so he ' ll never have to fight. 2nd Woman. — Yes, our son was only five in 1918, and we said that same thing, my husband and I, when they signed the last Armistice. — B. Whitley, VI Upper Arts. ODE TO THE WANDERER He is offered shelter by the trees And the gentle, quiet and soothing breeze; Beside the clear and babbling brook Is very often a favourite nook. He gathers nuts as he goes along And sings to himself a little song; And if perchance he sees a rabbit He will not shoot it, as is often a habit. He has many pictures surrounding him Of a shady forest, damp and dim; And then the sunsets red and glowing With the bugle of hunters faintly blowing. He watches the birds as they flutter by Soaring away up into the sky, A swallow, a robin, and then a lark Piping a tune to everyone, hark! — Geraldine Hanson, Nightingale 56 SAMARA OUR CRUISE TO THE WEST INDIES E will endeavour to give you an account of our three I weeks ' cruise to the West Indies. We do not profess to be writers, but as we all know " Success is naught, endeavour ' s all. " Friday, March 20th, was the day of our departure, but had it been Friday 13th, Nancy, I know, would have believed in the superstition of ' unlucky Friday. ' Just one hour after boarding the train, she informed me that all her money was left at home. I could see right then that we were away to a good start. After speaking to Mr. Toller from Montreal we were very relieved to know that everything could be arranged in New York. Twelve o ' clock noon on Saturday, March 21st, the " Empress of Australia " gangplank was lifted and we were on our way. The excitement was tremendous. After four glorious days at sea we arrived at the small island of Martinique, a French possession destroyed by an eruption of Mont Pelee in 1902. The drive from St. Pierre, the capital, to Fort de France was very interesting and picturesque. The Empress Josephine, Napoleon ' s wife, was born at Fort de France, and a beautiful monument has been erected there in memory of her. March 26th — Port of Spain, Trinidad. We were greeted at this port by a number of natives dressed in tail coats, bright- colored waistcoats, white spats and bowler hats, singing " the music goes " ' round and ' round. " We thought we had heard the last of that song, but oh no, the proverbial bad penny will always tiirn up. Motor cars awaited us at the dock and drove us through the Saddle Back Pass, a very attractive drive, and to the beautiful Botanical Gardens. We were also shown where and how the different kinds of fruit are grown — grapefruit, oranges, lemons, limes and many others — quite worthwhile seeing. The afternoon was spent bargaining in the little Indian stores in the town, trying to get trinkets at a most ridiculous price and succeeding beyond our wildest dreams. March 28th, La Criaira and Caracas. La Criaira has the appearance of an amphitheatre. It is surrounded by reddish- brown mountains and is very beautiful when one is approaching it. The trip to Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, is one of the most picturesque drives one could find anywhere. Over rugged moun- tains and winding roads, our car climbed higher and higher till we reached the top, 4,000 feet above sea level. The scene below was lovely — a sandy beach against the endless white-capped breakers, and the deep blue sea, which in the distance disappeared into the blue of the sky. March 29th, Willemstad — Curacao. Willemstad, the capital of Curacao, a Dutch possession, is like a bit of Holland dropped into the Caribbean Sea. It is very clean and attractive with its pastel-colored houses and red-tiled roofs. The sun rays are so strong there that white houses are forbidden. We spent the SAMARA 57 morning poking about in the shops — one is able to buy perfume quite cheaply in Curacao, and the town must have been pretty well sold out, judging by the number of parcels some of our fellow passengers brought back to the ship. March 31st, Panama and Canal Zone. We arrived at Cristobal and took a special train to Pedro Miguel. Motor cars met us there and drove us to old Panama where we visited the ruins of that city, sacked by Morgan in 1671. We then went to Panama City to the lovely Tivoli Hotel, where luncheon was served. Later we boarded the train back to Pedro Miguel where a small steamer took us for a short run up the canal. We were hoping they might take us through one of the locks, but it was impossible, much to our disappointment. Panama was the most southerly point of the cruise, and the heat was almost unbearable, although they in- formed us it was one of their cooler days. April 2nd, Kingston, Jamaica. We left at 9.30 in the morning for the Hope Gardens to see the collection of plants, such as cocoa, citrons, fruits, rubber, vanilla, etc., which are grown there. We visited Spanish Town or St. Jago de la Vega, a quaint old place and once the capital of the island. After seeing the old Cathedral there and Rodney Memorial, we took a pleasant drive through Kingston to the Myrtle Bank Hotel where we had lunch. The boat sailed early in the afternoon for Havana. April 4th, Havana, Cuba. We were fortunate to find Cuba in a very calm state — no riots or revolutions. It is a beautiful city with magnificent residences, public buildings and parks. One building that stands out particularly in our minds is the Capital or Government building — it has been completed only about four or five years, and is made of white marble, with sixty- four different kinds of marble in the interior. We took a drive to the Tropical Gardens and to Colon Cemetery, which is noted for its beautiful monuments. We had luncheon at Sans Souci restaurant. The evening we spent in visiting the famous clubs and cabarets, returning to the ship in the wee small hours of the moaning. Next day at noon we weighed anchor for New York, and could hardly realize that in a few days we should be back on North American soil, after a most enjoyable cruise. — Janet South am— Nancy Toller. PARENTS Striving worrying for our pleasure, While we muse in childish leisure, Our dear parents kind and true Always think of something new. — SUZETTE BOURINOT, V C. 58 SAMARA A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BEE THAT DOWNED TOOLS I REALLY blame the Spring for my sudden rebellion. It was such a beautiful day, with fresh, scented breezes rushing along, carrying you with them, and such a sense of adventure in the air, that I resolved I would not spend this day running to and fro with honey. I planned how I should leave the hive without being suspected of any design other than gathering honey. I would tell a long and descriptive tale of a certain patch of bluebells, in which, I made it clear, I would have to spend some time, for it was difficult to extract the honey from them as they were but half-open. I found this plan worked beautifully except that no one seemed very interested; they were all hovering around the cell that was about to become a Queen Bee, and seeing this as a golden opportunity I slipped away. I flew as fast as ever I could until I reached an isolated patch of violets, in the shade of which I lay down, and thought what a delicious feeling it was not to have to scurry back again to the hot, teeming hive with a heavy load of honey. I thought of all the things I should like to do, but what I wanted to do most was to lie in a water-lily and listen to the waves splash on the leaves, and feel the motion of the water beneath me. I jumped up and flew off to a pond I had often noticed in my working days. Yes, there was a lovely full-bloom water-lily, tilting up and down in the shade, quite near the shore. I flew over and settled myself in the dewey petals, closed my eyes, and gave myself over to pleasant day dreams of beautiful lady bees (one in particu- lar), and wondering if she would appreciate my bravery in quitting the hive, I would I must have slept, for the next thing I was conscious of was a loud dronintg, and realized that it must be my former co-workers out looking for the deserter. All at once I was frighterted; what should I do ? If I went back I shotild most certkinly be despised. Anyway I did not want to go back. What did I care about the next generation of bees ? I wanted s ome fun out of life. If I did not go back I would die for want of certain nutritions only obtain- able in the hive. It was certain I did not want to die, but would it be worse than the coldness of my former friends ? The droning came closer and I huddled as far as I could under the petals, praying they would not see me. But they did. They swarmed down and beat me with their wings till every inch of my body was bruised and aching, and then I was taken back under guard. The Queen Bee sentenced me to the job of keeping the corridors free of wax, the most despicable of all jobs, and C.H. (confined to hive) for two years. Ah me! how dearly we pay for our foolish efforts towards individualism, we bees! My lady friend has married another stodgy drone, and I am heart broken. — Louise MacBrien, V matric. SAMARA 59 THE PANTHER The panther snarled as the flicking whip came down, The slack-jawed crowd drew in its breath in coarse glee, And distant thunder roared encouragement To the sleek rebel. Before him was the hoop that he must jump through, But higher still he saw the waving grasses Outlined against the midnight sky above His native jungle. Was he to cringe before this man with reptile eyes. To live a coward in a filthy cage? The panther sprang, the man fell; not dead, not daring Now to struggle. Fear was in his eyes, and from his lips the sneer Was gone. That massive paw could beckon Death And from those burning orbs leaped flames of hatred That was age-old. The hatred of all wild things for Man who conquered And enslaved them, beat and tortured them to gain Heaps of hard, bright metal, to satisfy His lust for gold. ' ' Man ' " , said the Victor, you may have your puny life. I kill not except when I hunger. You cower, and I am exultant, for I ' ve power Over the bold. In my triumph I scorn to kill you, for you Area man and are weak. So live, and know That you owe your life and your shame and your fear To a panther! ' ' A bullet sped into the panther ' s heart, And he died like a martyred king. His spirit Now joyous and free, prowls with the dark ghosts Of his ancestors. His coat has a sheen, and it ripples as lithe Muscles move underneath; in his eyes There ' s a glow of great gladness, and a note of strong peace In his purr. — Cecily Sparks, upper VI arts. 60 SAMARA A NIGHT IN THE LIBRARY ONE dark and quiet night when the whole school was asleep, a loud bang, on the library floor awoke the inmates of that room. ' 0h dear, oh dear, " wailed a squeaky little voice. " I ' m spHt down the middle now! What with half the back part of me missing and two pages torn out of my insides — I ' ll soon be on the shelf for good. " This lament came from " Alice in Wonderland, " who had fallen off the table — which she shouldn ' t have been on. The whole library was roused now, and one could hear snatches of talk above the general babbling. " Well, my name ' s rubbed out. " " Bah! what ' s in a name? my last page is gone and I can ' t remember how I end. Boo-hoo! " " At least you haven ' t got ink in your mouth. " " I ' ve got pencil-marks on me, I ' ll have yoti know, and they tickle me. " Then, in a deep bass voice: " Children are meant to be gazed upon, and not to be irritating to the auditory organs. " This came from Webster ' s International Dictionary, who was in perfect repair. " You bet we should be gazed upon. If some of us were out on display we ' d be swept up like rubbish. " " My young friends, " said the Dictionary. " It is entirely due to your own dereliction from duty. Had you been sufficiently concerned with that which had yet to come, during your construc- tion, you would doubtless have permitted your authors to form you of sensible material. " " That ' s enough from you, you — you — you vocabulary! " said " Treasure Island. I ' ll admit I ' m not quite as wrecked as some adventure stories, but I ' d rather be completely done for than be as talkative and Micawberish as you are. " " I ' ve been used so much that I ' m sure my last step has a hole in it " , s aid " The Thirty-Nine Steps. " " Isn ' t it strange how I ' m worn and rumpled at the beginning and perfectly new at the end ? " queried " Anthony Adverse. " " In the days of my yolith, " said " Innocents Abroad " , " I was exceedingly popular. But now I don ' t know what the younger generation ' s coming to. " " That ' s the way it is with me, " complained " The Last Days of Pompeii. " " If they want excitement I ' m enough to turn them grey in a single night. " " I ' m exciting too, " declared " The Count of Monte Christo, " " and I ' m beginning to be read again. " " So am I " , chimed in " A Tale of Two Cities. " SAMARA 61 At this point, a loud snore coming from the Dictionary indicated that he was not so dignified when asleep as when awake. But it also reminded the other books of night and night-watchmen, and they settled themselves comfortably into their shelves to dream dreams of popularity. — Barbara Hopkirk, V matric. THE TWO PRINCES IN THE TOWER Edward Four went and died, when he still was young, And he left as his heir, a twelve year old son. But a naughty brother, Richard of ' ' G ' Himself had his eye on the vacancy. This Duke of Gloucester came to he A king, in fourteen eighty-three. And once on the throne, he strengthened his power By throwing his nephews into the Tower. These two little princes were slight and fair, A nd they both had long and wavy hair. To Prince Edward, ere he to the castle was driven, The Garter — an order — had also been given. With his brother Dick he languished alone, In that prison grim, of brick and stone. And other voice they never heard. Save the surly keeper ' s surly word. These brothers young, so it is said. Were smothered while they slept in bed. Two centuries after, under a mound At the foot of the stairs their bodies were found. King Richard, even in that early time, Was marked as the man who committed the crime. At Bosworth, in battle, he fell to the ground. And Henry the Seventh, a Tudor, was crowned. The bones of the boys were interred in the Abbey, For prior to that, their treatment was shabby. Their bad uncle ' s body at Bosworth ' mid briars. Was found, put on horse, and now lies in Grey Friars. — Penelope Duguid, V a. 62 SAMARA MY DOG HAS A BATH ' PUD is the name of my dog. Of course he is not very i beautiful, but then you cannot expect much when you pay I only fifty cents and your pen knife for him. He is white, with one black eye and ear, and a black tip on his tail, and so you can easily understand how dirty he can get. One day he came bounding up to me, and I hardly recognized him as he was covered with soot from tail to tip. I decided without hesitation that he should have a bath. He seemed to sense it, because he ran under the house when I went to take hold of his collar. I went over to the hole, and called and coaxed, but he refused to come out, so I crawled in after him. After a few minutes of struggling, we both emerged from the hole, and Spud was even dirtier than before. I couldn ' t see myself. I pulled Spud around to the back garden, and tied him to the porch while I went to get the tub and soap. Finally I got everything ready, and all that was left to do was to get Spud into the tub and wash him. I looked at Spud, and he was a very pathetic sight. He lay on his stomach, crouched against the wall with his nose between his paws. I hated to do it, but I had to. I went over and pulled him towards the tub; then the real struggle began. I was bound that Spud was going to be washed, and he was just as sure that he was not. We pulled and fought for a few minutes, and then Spud made one last blind effort to escape, and we both landed head first into the tub. I was the first to come to my senses, and I jumped out, at the same time being sure to hold Spud in. Then the washing proceeded, and Spud behaved very well. At last all was over, and Spud looked lovely. I tied him up to the house again to dry, while I went into the house to change. When I went in I was told that I had to have a bath, and the same feeling went through me as I am sure went through Spud, when he found out that he had to have a bath. — Clara May Gibson, V arts. AVE ATOUE VALE Multas laetitias et multa per aspera vectae sic veniamus ad hunc finem tristem anni; nunc brevi et extremus labor veniet omnes nos temptaturus . Dulce esto victoribus praemium; erit tamen omnibus otia curaque erepta. Mittite corde metum; forsan et haec meminisse olim iuvabit. Durate et secundis rebus vosmet servate. Quaeque ave atque vale. — M. E. W. SAMARA 63 EASTWARD— HO CHOOL Closing on June 11th and the fastest boat on the Atlantic Service sailing on the 15th what a thrill after 18 months away from home — marvellous though they had been. We got a little anxious when the Empress of Britain only berthed at Quebec at 6 A.M. that morning, having been delayed two days by fog off Newfoundland, but she still sailed with us at 1 p.m. that afternoon. Nor were we any cheerier when the steward said at dinner that a wind strong enough to have cleared the fog would have kicked up a really rough sea! Still, we were going home and nothing else mattered very much. Fog covered us like a blanket next morning, but nothing can keep me in when I am at sea, and Melodie and I were just emerging from the cabin to go on deck when there was a terrific bump that sent me across into the opposite cabin (I do wish people would shut doors!) The boat shuddered and paused, and then came the long gi ate as the freighter we had piled up on our bows came down the side again. We started for the deck hastily, but a second later all the distress signals flared out at once — steam whistle screaming and klaxon horn no word describes the noise it makes! ! Back we went for our lifebelts and made for the muster station. Coming from below with lifebelts, there was a terrific jam as people from the deck were racing cabinwards for theirs, but we got out in the end and tore along the decks, which were wet and slippery from the heavy mist. The Firechief tied the life-preservers so tightly that they felt like life-extinguishers, but we did at least feel we had something on. I had taken only Melodie and two lifebelts, and was wearing a cotton frock that was distinctly chilly. The engines were shut off and we were just drifting with our foghorn going and the foghorn of the other boat too — close by but quite invisible! It was very eerie and no one knew the extent of the damage or its consequent danger. Row upon row of white scared faces straining into the mist — husbands looking for wives and wives for husbands — a mother half-hysterical because she could not find the baby she had left in the nursery; the nurse had taken it to her own muster station. . . . but the Mother was inconsolable. And then the " All-Clear " . . . . and the fog clearing in a few seconds and the rush for cameras and everyone talking at once and saying how they felt when it happened .... and the might-have-beens had we struck amidships and the thrill of watching our launch go back and forth taking firefighting appliances. . . .and bringing back their injured. Tragedy was very real on the freighter where three men were killed and five injured, all from my native Tyneside. Imagine our helplessness, watching the freighter fight the fire in her foc ' sle all afternoon. . . .and all we could do was take photo- graphs. 64 SAMARA In the evening the Beaverbrook took her in tow for Quebec, and we steamed away down the Gulf with the sun setting blood- red and gold behind us. There was a funny side to it too— stories of the things people took on deck with them — one had a camera and an orange ; and the mildest schoolmistress I ever knew put on her corsets because her money was sewn inside them, took a bottle of whiskey and a pair of stockings .... and finding there was heaps of time when she reached the muster station, she sat on the deck and put on the latter. The notices in the cabins say that stockings and a heavy coat should be worn in cases of emergency. . . .Miss Neal had never read the notice (I only read it myself from curiosity the next day!) but instinct prompted her to put on stockings. Miss Tipple had to do without as Miss Neal ' s instinct had prompted her to put on Miss Tipple ' s stockings! ! Newfoundland was just visible through more fog the next morning, but we soon lost land altogether, and proceeded slowly with the foghorn going incessantly. Tuesday was very clear, but bitterly cold while we crossed the ice belt with icebergs somewhere in view almost all day. That night it blew up half a gale, and we continued through that all Wednesday with very rough seas. We had a list anyway, as they had lightened one side, the starboard bows having suffered a nasty rent in the collision, so the motion was a littl e weird to say the least of it. The storm abated on Thursday, the day we were due at Southampton, but a new pall of fog arrived and we ' ' proceeded slowly " once more. That night the lights of the French fishing fleet bobbed up 100 yards ahead of us, and we had to reverse engines hastily and back out again ! We made Cherbourg on Friday, and had anchored, and the tender was almost alongside, when the fog came down again and blocked her out. We up anchored in the late afternoon and crawled towards Southampton, but the fog came thicker than ever, and the anchor rattled down again at 10 p.m. — sickening sound. It was quite uncanny — fog so thick I could not see the water from the rail, and a clear starbright sky overhead. . . .and the only sound the constant clanging of the bells — a bell means " anchored " . . . . there seemed to be boats all over the place then ! and all much too close! ! I was up forward watching the foc ' sle head bell ring, and discovered eventually that the bell I liked least for its proximity was our own at the stern! And England still unsighted, though only half-an-hour away Then Southampton when we woke the next morning, bright in the sunlight and looking as though there were no such thing as fog in the world. In some circumstances even Southampton Dock mav look beautiful! ! — Lilian M. Blackburn SAMARA 65 OUR COW BLOSSOM We have a little china cow. She ' s sitting on the bureau now. Her name is Blossom, strange to say. And on her there are colours gay; Purple and blue, and green and red, And two blue horns are on her head. We may as well tell you now That she ' s no ordinary cow. For on her back a plant she bears And round it centre all her cares. This plant is of the cactus line A nd believe us — it is very fine. And so you can reason why We watch our pet with careful eye. — Barbara Hampson. — Clara May Gibson. 66 SAMARA THE SIEGE OF LUCKNOW g BLAZING tropical day, still and foreboding, the fort standing grim and quiet, the women and children inside, watching, always watching, for the sight of the dread rebel forces, while their men paced the barracks, waiting also. This was Lucknow. Inside, the women stood together, some with dauntless counte- nances, ready to face the worst, some sobbing with fear and appre- hension, and others complaining of the heat, the discomfort, and the tedium. The children, most of them too young to realize the peril that lurked everywhere, raced about, laughing and shouting, until they were tired, then clamoured for food — which was becoming scarce — or wailed because it was hot, and they were thirsty and tired. A few, however, were young girls of sixteen or seventeen, well comprehending the situation, but sensing in addition that which the older women did not suspect — the adventure and excitement of it. But underlying this was fear — the fear rampant in every heart, which some few concealed with valour, and which others showed with cowardice. One of these was Mary Dale, a young aristocrat, born and bred in the best English society, used to all the luxuries of life, who had come to India of late with her father, to live at Lucknow. Rumours of fighting had brought all into the fort, and she, too, was now waiting, watching and hoping with the rest. And now she stood, like a statue, gazing out over the ramparts, seemingly oblivious of everybody around her. In her was a typical example of the sacrifice made by the youth of that period, whose parents were concerned in the turbulent affairs of India. She was only one of the many girls whose young lives had been partially ruined by strife in India. The agony of waiting increased — not one escaped it, and indeed no group of persons could have differed more widely in character and interests than the gathering in Lucknow Fort. The silence deadened, and the heat increased. Suddenly a cry was heard, and immediately all was in an uproar. The rebelling natives had come. A warning gun was fired, soldiers scurried to their ranks and the silence was no more, but in its place was tumult and terror. The battle began, and with it, chaos. The women and children huddled closer together, regardless of class, for they were bound by the common bond of fear. The roar and din of shooting rang in their ears, mingled with screams of pain and fear, never in all their lives to be forgotten. The beseigers climbed the walls and were shot down again ; the siege lasted on. Mary Dale, of all the people in the fort, and she but a girl, stor)d unafraid, and tried to cheer the others, succeeding in that they, seeing her unalarmed, began to take heart and hope. SAMARA 67 Food soon ran scarce, and one by one the stricken inmates lost faith. Mary, indeed, still did not weaken, but in the long hours of anxiety, terror and despair, she kept alive a tiny spark of hope. Every sound reached their ears — the groans of dying men, the boom and crash of cannons, the sharp report of pistols, and the cries of the attacked or the attackers. The air was filled with smoke, and the intense heat added to the torture, for breathing was difficult. Mary had stood watching all night, and as the gray morning came she kept her post, never moving until suddenly on the horizon appeared a long line of red, and she gasped for joy. The relieving forces were coming. Awakening the rest — those who had slept in that night of horror — she spread the word. They were saved. — A. Bethune, V A. THE FOX AND THE COCKEREL A cunning fox one morning saw A cockerel in a tree. ' ' Well met, good friend! ' ' ' he promptly cried. ' ' Now hearken unto me. " We animals have all resolved Henceforth to friendly be, Jo live at peace, and to renounce All tricks and treachery. " So now come down, that we may talk More freely of this matter. ' ' {The fox already saw the bird Served up on his best platter!) But for the sly old fox ' s tricks The rooster was a match. " Those words from you, they please me well, But time we need not snatch, " So let us wait till those two hounds Have reached this friendly spot. Then we can see if they agree To this idea, or not. " The fox looked pale and said he thought Another day would do. Then off he tore, and left the cock — O cock-a-doodle-doo! — Pat Galt, VI upper arts. 68 SAMARA elevated beings. This particular prodigy goes on duty on Saturday nights, when the Lucky Strike programme — is on the air. Apparently she feels lonely leaving us all, for she takes the juniors along with her, so that she can be busy putting them to bed. And, being well behaved juniors, they don ' t protest. Then comes the junior intermediates ' turn, and a conversation like this goes on. " Oh please, just let me have the next dance " , " Let me finish this game of badminton " — or " Monopoly " or what ever the game is that they are playing. Great ones for excuses, these intermediates ! Our hei ' oine says " Yes " because she remembers the good old days when she went on playing, and hated to be told to go to bed, so naturally (quite naturally) her heart softens, so they stay on, and on, and on, and they won ' t go to bed until she has to get cross, and then they say : " Oh you ' re always picking on me " . " Go away; I ' ll get there, if you ' ll leave me alone. " But they don ' t. Then comes the senior-intermediates time. I am one of these. We ' re not original ; we all say — " Please can ' t we stay to have the next dance " or " Stay to hear what the next number is going to be. " She says, " Yes " — she must have been a senior-intermediate too. And then cbmes the joy of ringing the nine o ' clock bell, and caUing, " Will every one please go to bed now ? " And theh she goes off too, to the bed she loves so much, and another week before her to recover her balance. What a life! — Nancy Lane, form V b, Keller House. THE STARS The twinkling stars come out at night, They dance, they flit, and are so bright The world rejoices at their light. They play, they dance, do as they please, Just like a host of happy bees. Who swarm, and cluster in the breeze. — Gave Douglas, V c. SAMARA 69 THE QUARANTINE FROM A QUARANTINE ' S VIEWPOINT ON January 24th, when we were in the middle of exams, Sue Kenny developed the measles, thus putting in quarantine nine of us who had never had them. However, this did not mean that we were exempt from work, for Miss Booth kindly gave up her art room for our exclusive use, and all the mistresses very generously forfeited their spare time to give us lessons. The fact that there were five classes represented among the nine of us of course made things rather complicated. In order to blow away any little measle germs that might have been lurking around, we were prescribed plenty of fresh air, so every morning, while the rest of the school was hard at work. Miss Blackburn or Miss Heney would take us skiing or walking. A small ski-jump of our own making in the back garden gave us a great deal of healthy, though somewhat painful, exercise. At the end of the first week one of our number received word from her family that she had already had the measles, so she returned to the flock, and then there were eight. The quarantine was up on February 5th, just in time for us to take part in the free day, and go with the other boarders to see " A Tale of Two Cities, " in the afternoon. It couldn ' t have worked out better. Three days later, Pat Gait and Mary Fry retired to the in- firmary with suspiciously spotty faces — yes, they had the measles, and once more we were in quarantine. This time there were only six of us. Shortly afterwards, there was a Saturday out, and although we had to spend it at school, we all agreed when it was over that we had had just as nice a time as the girls who went out. Miss Blackburn arranged an exciting treasure hunt for us in the after- noon, and in the evening we had a lovely dinner party. The table looked very festive in green and yellow with a large paper daffodil containing favours, in the centre — the handwork of Miss Booth and Miss Tipple. As we were unable to attend church, Mrs. Buck held a special service for us each Sunday, which we thoroughly appreciated and enjoyed. Everyone was so nice to us, and we were having such a good time, that it wasn ' t without regret that we concluded our second quarantine on Feb. 22nd. But behold! The evening of the same day Marioh Ellsworth, tak ing pity on us, took the measles also, and we were in quarantine again. Joan Daniels joined her the next day — and then we were four. Pamela Mathewson deserted uB with a bad cold — and then we were three. By this time, there were many pessimists who felt certain that we, too, would eventually succumb, but we determined to surprise them. 70 SAMARA When the long February week-end arrived, we were still in quarantine, but knowing from experience that we would always have a good time if Mrs. Buck and the staff had anything to do with it, we felt no pangs of envy when our friends departed and we had the school to ourselves. We took up residence in " Open Sesame. " A radio, some fruit and many boxes of chocolates from pitying mistresses and girls, as well as several plants, made the room seem even cosier than usual. However, there were so many things to do that we only had a chance to appreciate it fully, at bedtime, and in the morning while comfortably eating breakfast in bed. And what a hectic and marvelous week-end it was! There was a very amusing costume party, a marshmallow roast in the staff room, plenty of skiing, and a moonlight sleigh drive after which we had hot dogs and coffee. We had lunch at Mrs. Clarke ' s one day, and tea at Mrs. Wilson ' s where we also went one night for dinner. The mistresses had us to their flat for lunch on the last day, and we went to tea at Mrs. Hanson ' s. And, to make a perfect ending to our lovely week-end, Mrs. Buck invited us to dinner, and we returned to school long after all the other girls were in bed. We couldn ' t have had a better time or done more if we had gone home. We are especially grateful to Mrs. Buck at whose house we spent many happy hours while she read to us, and whose constant thought was for our happiness, and to Miss Tipple and the other mistresses who helped us to have such a gay time. — Kathleen Warner, Fry House. SPRING Spring is coming, Spring is here, Happiest time of all the year Winter days now are past And summer days are coming fast. The roads are covered with slushy mud, The trees and flowers are all in hud, The little birdies all day long Sing their happiest little song. The grass is growing everywhere, The people walk in the fresh spring air. And everything is awakened again. By April sunshine and the rain. — Suzette Bourinot, V c. SAMARA 71 WHAT PRICE GLORY? ERY early on the morning of February 9, 1934, two young men, Chris and Hans Aemer, left Wapta Camp on skis to cross treacherous Duchesne Pass to the southwest. They left alone, not even signing the register book at the govern- ment office so people would have an idea as to where they were going. They had been warned not to attempt the Pass, where snow slides came down every fifteen minutes, but they were ambitious, and the thought of being able to say that they had conquered Duchesne in the dead of winter drove them on. Few people in Wapta or Banff, where the men lived, believed that they would try it. Their skis rode the crusty snow well, and the dry, fresh air gave them vigour. Late in the afternoon they reached Lake O ' Hara, where they spent the night in a warden ' s cabin. Morning broke with a clear sky and bright sunshine. The boys left most of their provisions at the cabin, and started up the trail to Duchesne. They climbed for hours over bad trails, struggling in the snow drifts that blocked their way from time to time. Afternoon came, and ahead of them loomed Mt. Duchesne, and below it lay the pass — the pass that had never before been crossed during the winter. The two boys stopped. " Chris, look, Duchesne Pass! " cried Hans. " It ' s fine to look at, but it has to be crossed before the sun goes down, Hans, " replied his brother. The boys tightened their ski-harness and then made their way across the pass. Great mountains towered above them on every side — Duchesne on their right enveloped in snow and ice. Large ice fissures loomed here and theire. Halfway across the pass, the boys heard a deep booming noise. At the far end of the pass a slide had started. They watched as it came down; the very ground on which they were standing shook. The snow and ice rolled like a seething mass of molten iron down the slopes and across the valley. " Hans, boy, the trail to Field is blocked, we ' ll have to turn back to Wapta — we can ' t get over that snow field! " cried Chris. He was right. Fear gripped the young men ; they had to turn back — recross that treacherous pass. There was no time to lose for it was late. " Climb up the near slope of Duchesne and ride down the ridge; it will be quicker, " shouted Hans. They climbed fifteen hundred feet, and then started down — swiftly, their ski points cutting through the crusted snow like spear heads. Suddenly they heard once again the booming, rumbling noise that heralded slides — above them! " Drive your poles hard, lad, we ' ve got to make it — race! " yelled Hans They raced, side by side down the slope — every foot down meant a foot nearer the edge of the pass and safety. The slide came roaring down Mt. Duchesne like a massive tidal wave, a mass 72 SAMARA of snow, trees, and rocks rumbling and booming, driving all before it. The first wave hit the boys — they jumped it — rode it — down, down, driving their poles hard. The slide thuhdered on — masses of ice and snow contracting, expanding. The boys rode the next wave — their skis were covered — side by side they strove to reach safety — the next wave held them. The bulk of the slide was loosened — came down — stretched across the valley, crawled up the slopes on the other side. The rumbling died down; a rosy light bathed the bare slopes and ice- choked valley as the sun set ; dead stillness reigned. Spring came, and the danger of slides on Duchesne Pass was gone. The first week in April a party of guides crossed the pass from the Field end. Two miles from the Wapta end they saw ski poles sticking through the snow. They dug. Buried beneath that snow, side by side, were the bodies of Chris and Hans Aemer — in a crouching position on their skis just as they had ridden the slide down Duchesne Mountain. — D. WaRDLE, V MATRIC. LAST NIGHT IN BED It was only last night when I was in bed, After Fd washed, and my prayers I had said, That a little white thing fell into my room, And I said to myself, ' It ' s a piece of the moon. ' There was no funny smell, tho ' I should have smelt cheese, {And after I smell it I usually sneeze) The moon ' s made of cheese, it ' s always been said. But I didn ' t believe it that night in my bed. Then I got up at once, {I was wide awake) And to my surprise I found a snowfiake. So that is the reason that I didn ' t sneeze. And smell that dreadful odour of cheese. — P. DUGUID, V A. MY TURTLES I have four little turtles with painted backs, and I brought them from Atlantic City. Every morning before I go to school I have to feed them. When I come home from school I give them a run around the table, until I have finished cleaning their bowl. Soon Daddy will get a little bath and I shall put them in. But I shall have to keep a net over them, so that our dog and the birds will not eat them. — M. Blackburn, form III. SAMARA 73 PREFECT JOAN ONE morning I woke up bright and eady to find a prefect ' s pin on my bureau; you can imagine how surprised I was especially after — well you know. I hurried into my clothes but I was so excited I forgot to put on a shirt. I rushed to get washed and fell over Ching lying in the passageway; we made a great deal of noise and Miss Tipple came running out of her room and asked what on earth I was doing and said that the bell hadn ' t even gone yet. I hurried back to my room where Susan was still snoring. I pulled off my tunic over my head and lay down on the bedspread. I think I must have dozed. When I woke up the bell for breakfast was ringing and Miss Beckwith was knocking on the door to inspect the room. " Very untidy " , she said — Oh dear! I ran downstairs and excusing myself to Miss Martin slipped uncomfortably into my seat at the senior table. All eyes were upon me and I felt very shy. Breakfast over, I made my bed and went out into the garden. When prayers came they were an ordeal; Mrs. Buck and the Mistresses seemed to be slightly surprised, and to tell the truth, I was myself. After prayers was geometry, but as my mind was wandering the whole time I thought it was Algebra (the next part is painful so we will omit it). Standing on the carpet in Mrs. Buck ' s sitting room I was told that I had fallen from grace rn her eyes and I was made to hand back my prefect ' s pin then I felt myself falling, falling, falling, and woke up to hear the seven-thirty bell clanging in my ears. — J. Daniels, V b. THE HEATHER MAID ' ' Heather mauve, Heather white! Heather clean and fresh and bright ' ! Cried the funny flower maid, Happily busy with her trade. ' ' Heather, Madam? Heather, Sir? Heather nice and fresh and pure? ' ' On she hurries through the street Through the sunshine, hail, and sleet. Oft I see her passing by Always looking fresh, and spry, Never lonely, never sad. Always pretty, lightly clad. And with her same sweet voice, she says: " Heather Madam? Heather, Sir? " Heather nice and fresh and pure? " — SUZETTE BOURINOT, V C. 74 SAMARA DANCING ON THE MOON ' HE was dancing in a ray of moonlight to the creaky song of a hand organ. She did not care if anyone watched her; I she was dancing to the music in utter abandon. As the rays of moonhght grew brighter, and as she moved and swayed to the rhythm of the old organ, a sudden realization came to her. She was no longer on the earth; she was on the moon itself, dancing to fairy music, from elfin pipes. In a dress of brocade and gold, she danced stately minuets with mysterioii princes, who vanished when the dance was over. Country dances she did, with elfin peasant lads, twirling and curtseying, leaping and skipping, all in tune to the magic music. In the hall of an old moorish palace, she was slowly gliding in a Spanish tango, with the song of a toreador in her ears, and in her nostrils, the scent of a sandal wood fan. Then back to a large hall where, with gentlemen in pink coats, and ladies in figured gowns, she danced a merry quadrille. To old Vienna she went, and, at a great ball, she swayed and glided into a waltz. Sleepier and sleepier grew the music, until — there she was, clog dancing in old Ireland, with the leprechauns around her, clapping their tiny hands, stamping their tiny feet to the haunting music. All this dancing on the moon! Wrapped in moonbeams she danced to the strange moon-music. There seemed to be other beings there too, all radiantly happy, dancing on the glassy moon- floor. Then the music stopped. The organ grinder moved away, and the little dressmaker sank back into her chair, a smile on her lips, to take up her work once more. — B. Whitley, VI Upper Arts THREE LITTLE QUARANTINES (to the tune of ' ' The Glow Worm. ' " Three little " quarantines ' ' are we, All as happy as can be; Temperatures taken night and morning, Maybe put to bed without a warning. Lessons in th e art room, all day long, Lunch in the sixth form, to a jolly song. These are the things that little girls do When they ' re in quarantine. By K. Warner J. Smith B. Hampson While in quarantine for measles. SAMARA 75 PEST JUSTIFIES HIS NAME EROM the moment that he stepped over the thresh-hold he was called ' Test " . Uncle Sam saw him first, and ejaculated, " Get that miserable beast out of here, the pest. " Then Anne espied him and went into raptures over the little mass of shivering and very dirty fur. At that, of course, he stayed. Since then he has nearly drowned in Anne ' s bath, and in a jug of milk; he has just been prevented from smothering in Anne ' s cupboard and under her eiderdown, from choking over fish-bones, too numerous to count, and being strangled to death by loose balls of wool. He had been with us a week, and even after this period of endurance, was allowed to stay. Pest was considered too small to do any damage. He certainly was small, but we sadly underestimated him if we thought he couldn ' t get into mischief. I was talking to my Mother and Father, as they got ready for a dinner party, when Anne came tearing upstairs to announce breathlessly that Pest had climbed up the chimney and wouldn ' t come down. She was absolutely covered with soot and her dress was ruined. I saw Father look at it critically and sigh. That dress had cost a lot. ' Tve called till I ' m hoarse. Dad, and the little fellow hasn ' t made a sound. I think he ' s fainted with the heat, don ' t you ? I tried to rake out the fire, but it must be still terribly hot, " she continued without waiting for an answer. We went downstairs. Dad knelt down by the hearth while we stood around. " Pest, come down here " , he ordered sternly. We all came to life then. Everyone talked. " Darling " , called Anne. " Pest dear " , I added. " Bad boy " , said Mother. Anne was on the verge of tears. " Oh! how can we get him down ? " she murmured. I handed Dad the poker. He did something, and amidst a cloud of dirt, retired from the fire-place covered with soot. We all did something, and wheh we ' d all done everything, and were thoroughly dirty. Father, persuaded by Anne, put his arm up the chimney. A cloud of soot effectually blackened his shirt and face. " Did you feel anything ? " asked Anne excitedly. Dad replied darkly that he felt nothing but a bad temper, and we all laughed at him. " Nothing works, " said Anne dismally. She paused a moment, thinking, then " I know, " she exclaimed, cheering up; " Fish! " " What with ? " I asked, still not convinced. " Fish ! There ' s some in the refrigerator. Cook left it there for his evening meal, before she went out, " said Anne, already half-way to the pantry. 76 SAMARA She came back with a hunk of stale something-or-other and deposited it on the grate. " Now we woh ' t have to wait long. Just until he smells it " , she said confidently. Apparently he had smelt it, for practically before she had finished speaking, that deceitful cat had crawled out from under- neath the sofa and was gobbling hungrily at the unappetizing repast ! — S. Edwards, V b. TWILIGHT The sun was sinking in the west, The birds were flying to their nest, The crimson sky was fading fast This bright spring day was nearly past. A gentle breeze swept o ' er the lake, And on the dancing waves did make The bright reflection of the sky, And through the trees a gentle sigh. The shadows of the willow trees Moved faintly with the gentle breeze; The little birds upraised their heads Awaking from their winter beds. The night had come, the light was gone, And up above, the bright stars shone Like diamonds in a misty sky. Clinging to the heavens high. E. Carson and B. Hampson, FORM VI ARTS A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SCHOOLGIRLS Alice: " Mercy! Twenty-five past seven and I have to practise. " Janet: " Help! So ' ve I and I usually take half an hour. Where ' s my towel ? " Alice: " I don ' t know but you ' d better hurry. Come here! That ' s my towel. " Janet: " Sorry to disappoint you. Oh, so it is! My mistake. Where ' s mine ? Oh, here it is! Alice: " Do you realize we have only two minutes ? Where ' s my stocking ? " Janet: " Where ' s my garter ? Help me find it please ? " Alice: " Find it yourself. I ' ve got to find my shoes. Are these yours ? SAMARA 77 Janet: " Yes, no, oh I don ' t know. Look at the name. Alice: " You ought to know your own shoes. " Janet: " Well, I don ' t want a mark! I ' m on my fourth clear week. " Alice: " You won ' t be for long, if these are your shoes. " Janet: " Oh, if I ' m late it means I have to start all over again to get a treat. Why don ' t you help me find my garter ? " Alice: " Because I want a treat too. " Miss Colman: " What ' s all this noise in here? You know you ' re not to get up till eight, as you were out late last night; and NO practising. " Janet: " S — sorry, Miss Colman, we for- er- Alice and I weren ' t told. " Alice: " Thank goodness. I say, I ' m getting back into bed. " Janet: " So am I. Good-night. " Alice: " Good-night. " Susan Kenny, Form Vc RAIN Fitter, patter, down it came. On the river and the lane. Refreshing every single flower — Fitter, patter, by the hour. The grass looks like little pearls. Shining in the sunshine Winking in the moon. — Anne Perley-Robertson, form IV c. 78 SAMARA THE SENTINEL The wings of night enshrouded all the camp, The fires, dull amber, glowed and hissed and died, The day, long past, had flown to other lands; Attilus stood alone upon his watch. ' Only the fearless will guard the camp tonight, For barbarism here is not yet quelled — So said the Legate, when he sent the youth Out to his post — only the fearless! — Proudly He drew himself erect and gripped his spear; This was just his second year in Britain, And now he was to prove his worth to all! The darkness made his post seem all the worse. He stood alone — Supposing one should come — Some savage, sneaking through the camp to kill His comrades! Supposing he were caught between The fire and one of these! — think not on it. Was not he, Attilus, spear in hand, on guard? A chill ran through his veins, he glanced around, His eye saw something huge and black loom up Beyond the camp. He dared not move, but froze To where he stood — This shadow — Was his doom So near at hand? It was the darkness made him feel so strange. He tried to reassure himself, and yet — He stiffened up and stood alert, not daring To turn around again. And then — Who am I To leave the camp endangered? only Attilus. He gripped his spear and raised his shield and turned. That shadow — gone! instead the rosy mist Of morning, coming back across the hills From lands beyond the rule of Greece and Rome. — B. NORS WORTHY. SAMARA 79 ON ROLLING A PILL We longed one springlike day, A game of golf to play, So off we set To make a bet On who should win the fray. Then off we briskly went On sport and pleasure bent, Our clubs we took And crossed the brook To play at " Olde Club Kent ' We paid our yearly fee Of ten pounds, four and three, With club in hand We took our stand The ball upo7i the tee. First, Muriel saw her ball Within the bunker fall, Gritting her teeth; It fell beneath A hedge beyond recall. Next Joan her skill did try; The ball flew to the sky. Up to the north It sallied forth Right into Lake MacKay. Throughout the entire game Our luck remained the same, So home we tore Our muscles sore. We had ourselves to blame. — Joan Dean -VI arts — Muriel Crocket 80 SAMARA POPULAR (?) SONGS " West Wind ' Please blow my books away " Lost " Latin book " Alone " (?) After 3.30 on Friday " It ' s Been So Long " Since we ' ve had a holiday " There May be Trouble Ahead " .... If you don ' t do your homework " Fm Betting Everything Fve Got on You " Arithmetic Exam. " Vd Rather Lead a Band " , Than do German " Goody Goody " Holidays soon " Let Yourself Go " After June 9th — Peggy Clark V a, Keller — Penelope Duguid V a, Nightingale CHAIN PUZZLE All the words in this puzzle contain 5 letters and the last two letters of the first word are the first two of the next. The last two letters of the last word are the first of the first word. DEFINITIONS L Rub out. 2. Grasp. 3. Striped animal. 4. Sharp instrument. 5. Used in church. 6. A term used in electricity. 7. Opposite of credit. 8. Southern country. 9. A disinfectant. 10. Comparative of old. SAMARA 81 MRS. BUCK AND THE OTHERS Miss Tipple Mademoiselle BErtheny Miss Adams Miss BeCkwith Mrs. MurpHy Miss Elliot Miss Rosier Miss Mills Miss NeAl Miss BarTram Mr. PuddicombE Miss BLackburn Miss Martin Miss White Miss BOoth Miss SalmOn Dean Salmon — B. B. Fraser, form V b, Fry House FAVOURITE EXPRESSIONS Miss Adams: Listen now; Fll explain later. Miss Bartram : If any one has any suggestions Miss Beckwith: Who ' s making all this noise here ? Miss Bertheny: Don ' t keep saying ' ' oui " and " non " . Miss Blackburn: DO sit up girls. Miss Booth : You can dra w REALLY! Miss Elliot: Nonsense! Miss Heney: How ' s everyone in here today ? Miss Martin: There ' s pound this morning. Mrs. Murphy: something, something, something. Miss Mills: Now settle down quickly. Miss Neal: Does anybody own these ? Miss Rosier: Now, I ' ll go over this ONCE more! Miss Tipple: Who ' s got my puppy ? Miss White: You ought to know THAT! Keller f Betty Hamii ton, VI a SusAN Edwards, V b 82 SAMARA ANSWERS 1. Erase. 2. Seize. 3. Zebra. 4. Razor. 5. Organ. 6. Anode. 7. Debit. 8. Italy. 9. Lysol. 10. Older. — M. BOAL JOKES We learn from recent examination papers that: — The All-Red Route is a newspaper. The Ship of the Desert was Lawrence of Arabia. The Wizard of the North is Admiral Byrd. We are not quite sure whether Ethiopia or the Kaiser is the sick man of Europe. Likewise, we are undecided as to whether " Esprit de corps " means " hope to die " , or whether it is the spirit of the police force. But we do know that King Edward VIII is affectionately known as " The Lone Eagle " . " The face which launched a thousand ships " ? Why, of course — the slides of the Clyde River. The " Black Rod " is England ' s chief executioner. History changes ! The Little Corporal is really Shirley Temple. A cloister is something like a monk, but a little higher. Birds differ in colour because we get tired of seeing the same colours. Q. — Name (a) two wind, and (b) two string instruments. A. — (a) A saphophone, and a hornet, (b) a violin, and a base vile. Q. — What is the difference between a public school and a separate school ? A. — In a separate school you pay an " intuition " fee. SAMARA 83 PERSONALS Why Not Write Well ? Have six easy lessons in hand- writing. Louise MacBrien will instruct you. Is Your Hair Unruly ? Have the latest coiffure. Penelope Sherwood will give you some original ideas. Have You An Uncontrollable Laugh ? Learn how to smother your snickers — The Barbara Hopkirk Method. Do You Find It Difficult To Stand On Your Feet While Playing Games ? Overcome this handicap — Just write to Dorothy Wardle. Learn How To Do Your Home-work in 5 Minutes! Betty Fleck ' s Booklet ; ' They Laughed When I Sat Down to Work. " Are You Nervous On A Horse ? Read Barbara Hampson ' s " The Way of a Girl with a Horse. " Guaranteed to set you on your feet (or something). Learn How To Modulate Your Voice! Send for Joan Daniels ' book, " The Voice Beautiful " and for the same price, ' How To Get It. " Do Your Dreams Mean Any- thing ? Consult Patricia Gait — Dreamer Extraordinary! and know your future! — B. Hamilton, Keller — M. McKiNNON, Fry 84 SAMARA SEPTINE I SAT on the gallery steps looking at the sun setting, out over the river. The rocking-chair was creaking mono- tonously, and leaning my head on the pillar behind me, I asked Joisette, the old lady on the rocking-chair, to tell me the story of Septine Legault. Thus it was, to the accompani- ment of clicking knitting needles, that I heard, on Joisette ' s soft broken English, the story of that strange young woman. ' ' Septine, mam ' zelle, is the Devil ' s friend. She has been forbidden to go into the Church, and no one will walk with her, or talk with her for long. Beautiful ? Ah yes, she was always beautiful. When she was just a girl, Septine Moraine, she went away, and all the village was sad. They say she went to Montreal, an ' there she married Paul-Emile Legault. They had a little girl — la petite Antoinette, and then Paul-Emile died — some said it was his heart, some say consumption, but who knows ? So Septine came back with Antoinette, and the village was glad to welcome her. Oh, but, Mam ' zelle, how she was changed. She would not go to church. And when the cure — old Father Antoine, you know him — came to ask her why, she told him that she liked to pray by herself, and not with everybody around her, but yes! And she told him that she had powers, powers of healing, and that if she laid her hands on one who was sick, she could rtiake him well! Just see, she is a bad woman, so no one will be her friend, Mam ' zelle. She met the Devil in Montreal! " I thought I understood what had happened. This young girl attending some sort of religious meeting, and hearing for the first time the impassioned words of the evangelist preaching faith and trust. I could imagine the girl returning home, firmly convinced that she too had the healing power that she had heard about, and then returning, a young widow, to this village of pious habitants. She must have great belief in those powers to be able to stand alone against all that criticism, especially when with the recent loss of her husband she would want friendship and comfort. ' ' Strange people, these French Canadians, " I reflected idly as I climbed the twisty stairs to my tiny room. " We English don ' t know enough about them. " The next year when I returned to the village of St. Honore, I found to my sorrow that old Mademoiselle Joisette was dead. I had loved and respected the old lady and I could not bring myself to take the little room in the tiny cottage, if Joisette was no longer to be there. When I enquired for new rooms I was told that Madame Legault sometimes had a room to let. Madame Legault! Not Septine Legault, the " cette femme-la " of the preceding year? Clearly something had happened and I decided to go to see her, her who had " met the Devil in Montreal " . Septine received me graciously and showed me the room she had to let. I took it. Even if it had not been a good room I believe I should have taken it so that I might become acquainted with her. SAMARA 85 The little house had a friendly, home-like atmosphere, and Septine and I soon became friends. On the long summer nights we would sit on the porch looking up to the misty purple mountains. The house was not in the village but just on the outskirts, and in the evening stillness we could hear the twitterings of small birds pre- paring for nightfall; anxious mother birds calling their children home, distraught baby birds chirping in bewilderment, trying to remember how to fly. Then there was the smell of the fresh brown earth, and the smell of the new grass. Those nights were very, very peaceful. The little girl, Antoinette, had been ill that spring, very ill as her thin body and pale cheeks testified. Sometimes when it was very warm, Septine and I would bring her bed out onto the porch, and she would lie there quite quietly, the sun bathing her white face and white bedclothes with its tawny light. Antoinette had such big eyes! They looked even bigger and darker than they were, in her little pale face. One night I said to her mother, " Antoinette has lovely eyes, Septine. " " Yes, I know. She will be beautiful when she is grown up. " She looked at the little girl fondly, then turned to me. " Ah, Mademoiselle, when I think that I nearly lost her this Spring! " " Was she as ill as that ? " I questioned, " I had no idea. . . . " " Yes, she was nearly dying once, but she was saved. Made- moiselle, just in time. " " You must have had a good doctor, " I said. " Yes Mademoiselle, the best Doctor the world will ever know. " I was silent, I felt that she had more to tell me. " My husband, Paul-Emile, was a Protestant, " she said suddenly. " He wa« a truly good man. Just a worker in a shoe factory, I know, but if he could have found better work, he would have taken it. When Antoinette came, she was baptised in my faith ; her father wished it. But sometimes he would tell her of his religion, and I would listen; my father had never talked to me like that. He told her of the Saints, who had such faith, and of the lives they led. He told her many stories. Mademoiselle. I loved them as much as she did. " Then he fell sick. Mon Dieu, how he was sick. She used to sit by him at night, and he would say to her ' Antoinette, pray for me, mon ami, pray that I may get well, ' and she would pray, but no, he grew weaker, and weaker. One night I went to his bedside. I held his hands in mine and prayed that he would get better, and, Mademoiselle, he did! He began to get stronger after that. He was so much better that I left him alone one day with Antoinette, and went to the store. I came back, and heard her crying, and calling for me; " Maman, Maman, " I heard, as I ran up the stairs. Yes, he was gone. He had got up to get a book, and that was too much for him. I felt so bitter. Mademoiselle, my priests had been, his priests too, and the doctor, none of them had saved him for me. only I, by my praying, had made him better for a little while. 86 SAMARA " When I came back home I did not want to go to church. I did not even want to pray. All I wanted was to live with my Antoinette, and tend to my little home and garden in peace. I told my old friends about my husband, and how my prayers had made him better, but they laughed behind my back, I know, when I told them that I alone had had the power to make him well. They thought I had been visited by the Devil! " Here she smiled a little, and I leaned forward, full of interest, thinking, " So I was wrong about the evangelical meeting. " " Yes, " I said, " but what then ? " " Then Antoinette became ill, this Spring. I had no one to turn to except the priest. Father Antoine came and talked to me. He is a true saint, I think. I told him my whole story; in my need I forgot my quarrel with the church. I remember now what he said to me. " ' My daughter, he said, — think of it, after all I had said, ' my daughter, it is a wonderful story you have told me. But do you not see why your prayers alone were answered ? La petite Antoinette prayed, but how could one so young understand death. She could not pray from the heart for something she could not understand. And the priests, well consider, they did not know your husband well ; everyday they prayed for those about to die, trying to find grace to save them. I do not mean any wrong when I say that these men were not sincere enough in their prayers. As for the doctor, you know, my petite, there are some things which even our best doctors cannot do. But you, you were the one who felt most strongly. When your prayers were heard, your fervent sincere pleadings, they were the ones to be answered. My daughter, you are wrong to think it was your power, it was Le Bon Dieu, who gave this power to you for that one night. ' " Mademoiselle, then I realized it. What he said was true. I stared at him, wanting to thank him, to apologize, but I could only gaze at him, not saying a word. " Then he said: ' Maintenant, Septine, votre Antoinette vous attend. ' And I went in to her, and I prayed — no matter what. She is well now, getting stronger, perhaps next week we shall go to church together. " — B. Whitley SAMARA 87 A FAREWELL Farewell to thee, Oh Elmwood, Highest of the High, I soon shall have to leave thee, The days are slipping by, For I have loved you, Elmwood, Each hour I have spent Shall he a treasured memory Of play and study blent. Vve tried to do my duty, Uphold the school ideal, Which Service and Fellowship, And Fair play reveal. Fve tried to be worthy Of the crest we wear A nd of Summa Summarum The motto we bear. And when Fve left you, Elmwood, And in the years to come. The motto that shall guide me Is Summa Summarum. — A. Cochrane, VI upper. AND SO FAREWELL! CHOUGHTFULLY we turn back the pages of our memories of Elmwood, finding many that are marred by our own failings, but many more that we will carry with us of friendships and knowledge, loyalty and happiness in work and play. The lessons we have been taught have been not only those of scholarship but also those of service, fellowship and fairplay, and these we shall remember when History dates and Algebra have long been forgotten. May we pay tribute to the patience and kindness of all the mistresses of the past twelve happy years, and especially to Miss Neal and Miss Tipple who have been here throughout our school- days. But it is to Mrs. Buck that we owe our greatest debt. Her counsel and understanding have helped us through thick and thin, and have inspired in us a love and respect we shall always keep. To those who will make the Elmwood of the future we say — guard well your heritage, for, take it from two old-timers, who do not wish to preach, sdhooldays can be very happy days indeed. " To you we throw The torch ; be yours to hold it high. " If, while ours has been the privilege of holding it, we have let it burn low, do you in the future rekindle it till it burns brighter and brighter for all to see. May Elmwood ' s name ever be associated with Summa Summarum, highest of the high! G. Bronson and E. Southam, SENIOR arts 88 SAMARA SAMARA 89 AUTOGRAPHS— Continued 90 SAMARA SCHOOL DIRECTORY Mrs C H Buck Eln wood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Residence: 231 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. THE STAFF Miss B. Adams — 68 Fairmont Ave., Ottawa. Miss M. Bartram — 85 MacLaren St., Ottawa. Miss P. Beckwith — 4278 Sherbrooke St., Westmount, P.Q. Miss L. Bertheny — Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Miss L. M. Blackburn — Aruba House, Burnopfield, Newcastle- on-Tyne, England. Miss E. Booth — Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Miss A. Elliott — 94 McKinnon Rd., Rockcliffe Park. Miss G. Heney — 79 Fourth Ave., Ottawa. Miss M. F. Martin— 11120— 97th St., Edmonton, Alta. Miss E. Mills — 363 Island Park Drive, Ottawa. Mrs. G. a. Murphy— 8 Tormey St., Ottawa. Miss Neal — Hollanden, Gordon Hill, Enfield, Middlesex, England. Mr. H. Puddicombe — 409 Queen St., Ottawa. Miss D. Rosier — Newport, Nova Scotia. The Very Rev. E. F. Salmon — The Deanery, 436 Sparks St., Ottawa. Miss H. Salmon — The Deanery, 436 Sparks St., Ottawa. Miss D. C. Tipple — Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Miss M. White — 215 Stuart St., Kingston. •-Anne Bethune — " Berkenfels, " Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Beatrice Black — P.O. Box 246, Buckingham, P.Q. Ogden Blackburn — " Blackburn House " , Box 232, Ottawa. Mary Blackburn — " Blackburn House " , Box 232, Ottawa. MiMi BoAL — 472 Lansdowne Rd., Rockcliffe Park. -Pamela Booth — Coltrin Rd., Rockcliffe Park. Glen Borbridge — 290 Clemow Ave., Ottawa. SuzETTE BouRiNOT — 202 Cloverdale Rd., Rockcliffe. Genevieve Bronson — " Waterstone " , Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe. Margaret Bronson — " Waterstone " , Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe. Olga Brown — 1 ' 31 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Elizabeth Bryan — 1 Maple Lane, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. SAMARA 91 Eleanor Carson — 286 MacLaren St., Ottawa. Eleanor Clark — 296 Manor Rd., Rockcliffe. Peggy Clark— 296 Manor Rd., Rockcliffe. Rosemary Clarke — 90 Park Rd., Rockcliffe. Alison Cochrane — Coltrin Rd., Rockcliffe. Heather Collins — 212 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Muriel Crocket — 329 Chapel St., Ottawa. Margaret Curry — 245 Lansdowne Rd., Rockcliffe. Joan Daniels — 3250 Cedar Ave., Westmount, P.Q. Joan Dean — 362 Stewart St., Ottawa. Nancy Doane — 652 Rideau Crescent, Ottawa. Gaye Douglas — 226 MacLaren St., Ottawa. Penelope Duguid — 72 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Mackie Edwards — 55 MacKay St., Ottawa. Susan Edwards — 407 Wilbrod St., Ottawa. Jane Edwards — 407 Wilbrod St., Ottawa. Marion Ellsworth — " Glenalton " , Ridley Park, Toronto. Barbara Fellowes — R.R. No. 1, Hull, P.Q. Elizabeth Fleck — 1296 The Crescent, Vancouver, B.C. B. B. Eraser — 524 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe. Mary Fry — 29 Dun vegan Rd., Toronto 5. Diana Forbes — 10 Rockcliffe Way, Rockcliffe. Patricia Galt — " Raithmuir " , Arnprio , Ont. Shirley Geldert — 272 Somerset St., Ottawa. Clara May Gibson — ' Tree Tops, " Riverview Drive, Toronto. Barbara Gilbert — Aurora, Ont. Betty Hamilton — 706 Echo Drive, Ottawa. Barbara Hampson — 1501 McGregor St., Montreal. Elizabeth Hanson — 456 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Geraldine Hanson — 456 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Winsome Hooper — " Selborne " , Elmwood Ave., Rockcliffe Park. Barbara Hopkirk — 14 Monkland Ave., Ottawa. Barbara Howe — 238 Buena Vista, Rockcliffe. Mary Howe — 238 Buena Vista, Rockcliffe. Genevieve Inglis — 24 Admiral Rd., Toronto. Susan Kenny — Buckingham , Que. Dorothy Laidlaw — 295 Cooper St., Ottawa. Nancy Lane — 450 Laurier Ave. E., Ottawa. " MoiRA Leathem — 46 Delaware Ave., Ottawa. Dorothy Leggett — Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. NoRAH Lewis — 35 MacKay St., Ottawa. 92 SAMARA Louise MacBrien — Aylmer, P.Q. Lynette MacBrien — Aylmer, P.Q. Rosemary MacKeen — " Shadowbrook " , Aylmer Rd., Hull, P.Q. Peggy Marr — 347 Stewart St., Ottawa. Nancy Martin — 237 Oxford St., Winnipeg. Pamela Mathewson — 3057 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal. Elizabeth McClelland — 258 Warren Rd., Toronto. Barbara McClelland — 258 Warren Rd., Toronto. Mary McColl— 140 Forest Hill Road, Toronto. Marjorie McKinnon — 323 Metcalfe St., Ottawa. Peggy McLaren— 1 Chestnut Park, Toronto. Marion Monk — 112 Argyle Ave., Ottawa. - MoNA Morrow — 16 Wychwood Park, Toronto. Helen Murdoch — 30 South Drive, Toronto 5. Patricia Murphy — 205 Dromore Ave., Winnipeg. Beatrice Norsworthy — 29 Ramezay Rd., Westmount, P.Q. Margaret Parkin — 290 Park Rd., Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Mary Paterson — 275 MacLarem St., Ottawa. Anne Perley- Robertson — 541 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe. Clair Perley- Robertson — 541 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe. Maria Petrucci — The Roxborough, Ottawa. Nancy Riley — 90 East Gate, Winnipeg. Barbara Sellers — 12 Kingsway, Winnipeg. Penelope Sherwood — Crescent Rd., Rockcliffe Park. Barbara Soper — 203 Clemow Ave., Ottawa. Ethel Southam — " Casa Loma, " Rockcliffe Park. Cecily Sparks — 544 Driveway, Ottawa. . Patricia Spendlove — 323 Wellington Crescent, Winnipeg. Jane Toller — 62 Powell Ave., Ottawa. Diana Vernon — 319 Stewart St., Ottawa. Jacqueline Vernon — 319 Stewart St., Ottawa. - Jane Viets — 641 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Sarah Wallace — 153 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe. Dorothy Wardle — 18 Marlborough Ave., Ottawa. Kathleen Warner — The Lexington, Continental Ave., Forest Hills, Long Island, N.Y. Barbara Whitley — 4339 Westmount Ave., Westmount, P.Q. Anna Wilson — The Manor House, Rockcliffe. Norma Wilson — The Manor House, Rockcliffe. by Eliz abeth Hanson. THE END OF THIS SAMARA POWELL ' S Cleaners and Dyers A SELECT SERVICE jor the CLASSES Rack article receives individual attention. Your garments retain their newness indefinitely. Separate Department MARK POWELL High - Class Ladies ' Tailor A FINE SELECTION of IMPORTED FABRICS 93 O ' Connor Street The Bronson Company MANUFACTURERS of GROUND WOOD PULP I OTTAWA Canada QUEEN 613 Our Name Stands for Quality- H. S. KNEEN Man. Director AND OUR PLANT IS MODERN AND ALWAYS CLEAN AND SANITARY We Have a Service to Suit You OTTAWA SANITARY LAUNDRY CO. LTD. LAUNDERERS— DYERS— CLEANERS PHONE CARLING 3100 255 ARGYLE AVENUE The ONTARIO HUGHES-OWENS CO. LIMITED Carry a Complete Line of WINSOR LONDON NEWTON S . ENGLAND ARTISTS ' and STUDENTS ' OILS and WATER COLOURS, CANVAS, SKETCHING BOARDS, COLOUR BOXES ROWNEY ' S PASTELS IN 450 TINTS, WHATMAN ' S PAPERS. WATER and OIL COLOUR BRUSHES Telephone RIDEAU 1138 527 SUSSEX STREET OTTAWA, Canada HOWE CO. Sporting Goods QUALITY MERCHANDISE at Moderate Prices TENNIS RACKET RESTRINGING— a Specialty 146 BANK STREET : Queen 3244 J. F. CUNNINGHAM G. OE H. CUNNINGHAM R. RUSSELL SPARKS CUNNINGHAM SPARKS INSURANCE Representing — Mercantile Insurance Co., Northern Assurance Co., Phoenix Assurance Co., of London, Eng., Canada Accident and Fire Assurance Co., Boiler Inspection Insurance Co. Phone: QUEEN 2173 210 BOOTH BUILDING - 165 SPARKS STREET - OTTAWA Cbe l)o$pitdl for $tch Children Coronto - Ontario MINISTERS TO CHILDREN FROM ALL OVER CANADA Help It If You Can NORMAN W. CAMPBELL Chemist and Druggist Telephone: Queen 159 71 SPARKS STREET : OTTAWA, Ontario ± Yellow A V A T i Rideau 3600 RITH ' S FLOWERS FLOWER SHOP 69 SPARKS ST. Phone QUEEN 5600 CONSERVATORIES 200 BEECH WOOD AVE. RIDEAU 1100 Member of The Florists ' Telegraph Delivery Association Incorporated. Compliments of THE PRODUCERS DAIRY LIMITED 275 KENT STREET OTTAWA Compliments of SUTHERLAND PARKINS $refi!crtptton pttc(anfi( Queen 1057 113 Sparks Street Ottawa, Canada Stables: 162 Beechwood Ave. 267 RIDEAU STREET (Rockcliffe) OTTAWA Phone RIDEAU 33 Residence Phone: RIDEAU 629 CARDINAL RIDING SCHOOL FIRST CLASS SADDLE HORSES Riding Paddock in connection with Stables Private Lessons Given GATINEAU BUS SERVICE Regular Service to AYLMER, CHELSEA, B ] CKmCWhU from Bus Terminal CORNER of GEORGE and DALHOUSIE STREETS, OTTAWA (SPECIAL TRIPS) ARRANGED AT SHORT NOTICE SHERWOOD 40 HULL, Que. J. FREEDMAN SON LIMITED Wholesale Grocers and Troduce Merchants ESTABLISHED 1891 43 GEORGE STREET OTTAWA, ONTARIO OTTAWA and DISTRICT DISTRIBUTORS for Johns-Manville Home Insulation D. KEMP EDWARDS LIMITED LUMBER £ FACTORY WORK OTTAWA BUILDING EASTVIEW Sherwood 4064 MATERIALS Rideau 183 NERALCAM FARM BUCKINGHAM, Que. DUAL-PURPOSE SHORTHORNS and SUFFOLK PUNCH HORSES ALEXANDER MACLAREN, Owner Compliments of Canada Bread Company LIMITED Sherwood 600 OTTAWA, ONTARIO Our S mart " SUMMER SHOP " — features for bright action-minded Young People this season • Meadow Prints — Polo and novelty flannel Topcoats and Swaggers — " Kongo " and White " Sharkskin " costume suits, Marinette knits, " Coolin " frocks, String knits, and Mercerized Threads, " Tomboy " Cottons (exclusive to Devlin ' s), Tennis, Golf, Beach and Swim Togs — strikingly different, tailored Daytime Wear for town and country, felt " Clippers " — for wear with summer sports togs — in dark and pastel shades (exclusive to Devlin ' s). % Prices in the Summer Shop " are pleasingly moderate. Birks DIAMONDS Keepsake Gifts in Birks Sterling 6i Knowledge is Power ' . . . . and Power Is GASOLENE ........ • . • • : .... : : ... : • • • . •••••. THE BRITISH AMERICAN OIL COMPANY, LIMITED B. G. CRABTREE LIMITED Grocers 333 Elgin Street Queen 3600 Cash and Carry Service Department Compliments of OTTAWA SYMPHONY ORCHESTRA SANDWICH S E RV I C E MORRISON-LAMOTHE • ' Sandwich Service " HAS BECOME A GREAT FAVORITE WITH THOSE WHO ENTERTAIN INFORMAL LITTLE AFFAIRS. TEAS. BRIDGES. OR JUST A GATHERING OF FRIENDS FOR THE EVENING Just T elephone Carling 6500 and you will be surprised how reasonable in price our quotations are. MORRISON-LAMOTHE LIMITED 95 Echo Drive, Ottawa USE MILK from Tested Cattle — Properly Pasteurized BUTTER Choice and Freshly Churned ICE CREAM of Quality and Flavour FOR MILK AND BUTTER Phone Queen 1188 FOR ICE CREAM Phone Queen 161 Compliments of J. H. KELLEY Service and Quality Grocer OTTAWA Canada Steel Lockers in Schools ARE JUST as NECESSARY as DESKS, BOOKS and PENCILS Let us Give You a Proposal That Will Fit Your Needs. Write to us at Ottawa TheSTEEl EQUIPMENT COMPANY LIMITED FACTORY AT PEMBROKE, ONT. MARTIN ' S BAGGAGE TRANSFER ESTABLISHED 30 YEARS FURNITURE and BAGGAGE HANDLED WITH CARE Two Men Sent on all Baggage Calls WE SOLICIT YOUR PATRONAGE W. H. S. MARTIN ' Proprietor 213 YORK STREET Telephone RIDEAU 1171 THORBURN ABBOTT LIMITED Booksellers and Stationers PARKER and WATERMAN ' S FOUNTAIN PENS 115 SPARKS STREET : OTTAWA O. E. R. BUS DEPT OTTAWA ' S DE LUXE MOTOR COACH SERVICE Operates sightseeing buses throughout the Capital District during the summer months, starting from the Chateau Laurier Private Motor Coaches or Limousines of the Most Comfortable Design Provided at Reasonable Rates for Local and Out-of-Town Trips TELEPHONE DAY OR NIGHT QUEEN 72 Compliments of Loblaw Groceterias Company, Limited Compliments of OTTAWA CAR MANUFACTURING COMPANY OTTAWA Ontario . . , a good habit shop at lAROCQUE i B DEPART Went store RIDEAU, DALHOUSIE AND GEORGE STREETS OTTAWA CANADA For efficient insulation against heat and cold .... for modern decoration, sound deadening and structural strength specify INSULATmG WALL BOARD For sale by leading lumber dealers everywhere INTERNATIONAL FIBRE BOARD LIMITED » OTTAWA, ONT. Compliments of w.j. Carson Limited DISTINCTIVE DECORATORS JAS. F. CUNNINGHAM. F.C.A. (CAN.).C. A. G. DE H. CUNNINGHAM. C.A. CUNNINGHAM 8c CO. 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