Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

 - Class of 1938

Page 1 of 122


Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1938 Edition, Cover

Page 6, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collectionPage 7, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection
Pages 6 - 7

Page 10, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collectionPage 11, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection
Pages 10 - 11

Page 14, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collectionPage 15, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection
Pages 14 - 15

Page 8, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collectionPage 9, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection
Pages 8 - 9
Page 12, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collectionPage 13, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection
Pages 12 - 13
Page 16, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collectionPage 17, 1938 Edition, Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection
Pages 16 - 17

Text from Pages 1 - 122 of the 1938 volume:

SAMARA JUNE, 1938 SUCCESS IS NAUGHT: ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL ' ' — Browning ELM WOOD FACING BUENA VISTA ROAD ELMWOOD FROM THE GROUNDS. TENNIS AND ARCHERY. Mrs. C. H. Buck History, Scripture 3Rcgular taft [Senior Arts Miss E. M. Mills, Forms {W Upper History, Latin [VI Arts . TIT VI Matric English Miss M. F. Martin, FoRMs y metric Mademoiselle Y. Juge, Form V A French Miss G. Estrup Form V C German, Latin Miss B. Adams Form IV A Mathematics, Geography Miss K. A. Neal Preparatory Junior School Miss D. Orbeli Forms I and II. Miss D. M. Rosier Mathematics, Science Miss B. H. Eason Dancing and Dramatics Miss M. Butler Music Miss D. C. Tipple House Mistress Miss A. McLean Nurse-Matron Miss C. Moore Secretary Miss H. M. May Art Miss M. Powell Drill, Games Miss M. Bartram Cooking The Very Rev. E. Frank Salmon, D.D Bible Study 4 SAMARA MAGAZINE COMMITTEE Editor Pat Spendlove Secretary Margaret Parkin Advertising Staff Winsome Hooper (Manager) Marjorie McKlNNON Pat Milliken Genevieve Inglis Mary Paterson Art Notes Pat Milliken Dramatic Notes Ails A Mathewson Lecture Notes Margaret Parkin Music Notes Maisie Howard Boarders ' Notes Jane Smith Boarders ' Calendar Susan Edwards School Calendar Rita Rich Sports Notes Genevieve Inglis Photographs Winsome Hooper Toe H Notes Genevieve Inglis Adviser to the Magazine Committee Miss M. F. Martin EXCHANGES We gratefully acknowledge receiving the following: — St. Andrew ' s College Review, Saint Andrew ' s College; Lower Canada College Magazine, Lower Canada College; The Trinity University Review, Trinity College School; Hatfield Hall Magazine, Hatfield Hall; The Ashburian, Ashbury College; B. C. S. Magazine, Bishop ' s College School; In between times. Upper Canada College; Trafalgar Echoes, Trafalgar Institute; St. Helen ' s School Magazine, St. Helen ' s School; Ovenden Chronicle, Ovenden; Edgehill Review, Edgehill; The Branksome Slogan, Branksome Hall; The Pibroch, Strathallan; The Study Chronicle, The Study; Beaver Log, Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School. We have been pleased to receive the Lux Glebana and this year ' s Pibroch this spring. SAMARA 5 CONTENTS V PAGE 2 Frontispiece. 3 Elmwood Staff. 4 Magazine Committee. 4 Exchanges. 5 Contents. 7 Editorial. 8 Condolences. 9 Matriculation Results. 11 House Notes. 15 Sports Notes. 18 My Dog Wuff P. Archdale 18 The Brook P. Archdale 18 The Robin D. Gill, Form II 19 Prefect Notes. 23 School Calendar. 24 Miss Spring Suzette Bourinot, Form Vc 25 Boarders ' Notes. 27 Boarders ' Calendar. 29 The News P. Archdale, Form II 30 Line Up of Former Form Va Kenny [ Mackey Edwards 31 Lecture Notes. 32 Dramatics. 35 Dancing. 36 Library Notes. 37 Woodlands Revel Nancy Bowman 38 Music Notes. 39 The Classroom Corridors at 3.30 on Friday Susan Kenny, Form Va 40 The Sea Suzette Bourinot, Form Vc 40 A Storm at Sea in September Sarah E. G. Wallace, Form IVa 40 The Rain Pat Archdale 41 Art Notes. 42 Elmwood Old Girls ' Notes. 46 Anything — Anything at all Margaret Parkin, Senior Arts 47 Un Coin Charmant Claire Raymond, Senior Arts 48 Book Review, " Midstream " by Helen Keller Maisie Howard 49 Book Review: ' ' Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze " by Elizabeth F. Lewis. 50 Handwriting Margaret Main, VI Upper cn c ■ Gaye Douglas P " " B. Black, Fa 51 Toe H. 52 The Stream J. Edwards, Form II a 53 The World ' s a Stage Maisie Howard, Senior Arts 6 SAMARA Betty Massey, Form Vc PAGE 54 The Night Before Christmas Sarah E. G. Wallace, Form IV A. 55 A Trip to the Roof of the World, La Paz, Bolivia, Catherine Macphail Breuer 58 Thoughts of a Giraffe in the Zoo E. Edwards, Form Vc 58 The Treasure Box Mary Osler, Form IV K 59 Flip of the Coin Margaret Parkin, Senior Arts 62 Chickenpox Mary Osler, Form IV a 63 On Teaching Baby to Fish Susan Edwards 64 Fragments from the Supper Table Susan Edwards, V Matric 65 A Lesson in Courtesy Phillida Whitby, Form Vc 66 A Queer Dream Pamela Booth, Form IV a 66 An Enigma Gaye Douglas, Form Vx 67 To Sailing A. Mathewson, V Matric 67 The Lost Boy Jessie Gilmour, Form IV k 68 Southward Ho! {Extracts from Miriam Cruikshank ' s letters to her mother). 70 A Boarder ' s First Letter Home Susan Kenny 70 Did You Ever See ? Norah Lewis, FormV a 71 How the Bluebird Became Blue M. Blackburn, Form IIb 71 Tale of a Contrary Student Jane Smith, VI Matric 72 Something to Laugh at Gaye DouglAs 72 Autum Winter 73 Spring Betty Massey, Form Vc 73 A Trench Raid Muriel Inkster, V Matric 74 A Day at Elmwood Susan Edwards, V Matric 74 How the Robin Got Its Name M. Bronson, Form I 75 On Serials A. Mathewson, V Matric 75 Howlers. 76 Sunset Julia Alexander 76 Veni Ver! Maisie Howard 77 Mr. Brown ' s Ears Joan Creighton, Form IVa 78 The Fate of Stuffy Jones Mary Osler, Form IVa Ann Perley- Robertson Suzette Bourinot, Form Vc 79 How the Sunflower got its Name. Ruth Osler, Form- II a 79 The Most Poetic (or Pathetic) Time of Year Jane Smith, VI Matric 80 In Days to Come Susan Kenny, Form Va 81 On Learning One ' s Part Maisie Howard, Senior Arts Qo n 1 c . 171 J Joyce Tetley 82 Popular Songs at Elmwood [ Claire Wilson 83 How the Rose Became Red J. Edwards, Form II A 84 Ottawa, One Hundred Years Ago Gaye Douglas, Form Va 85 Autographs. 88 School Directory. 91 Adverti-sements. 78 Too Many Candies. SAMARA 7 Cbitorial HS this magazine goes to print, we are nearing the end of another very successful and enjoyable year at Elmwood; we hope we have Hved up to her highest ideals, embodied in our House Mottoes, " Service, Fellowship, and Fair Play " . We shall have many happy memories of this year to recall, and it is with much regret that we say goodbye to those friends who are leaving us in June. We should like to thank the members of the Magazine Committee for their generous work and the support they have given, and also our many faithful friends who have so kindly advertised in this magazine. We appreciate the interest they have shown in us for so many years. As the school has taken a great interest in the School Library this year, we have added Library Notes to this Samara. We should also like to say that for the first time we have some Book Reviews; we hope that these innovations will meet with approval. We are very sorry to hear that Miss Martin will not be back at Elmwood next year. Under her guidance, Samara has maintained its best standards, and we should like to thank her warmly for her unfailing help and keen interest. Miss Martin will be greatly missed — particularly by the Magazine Committee. We wish her much happiness and success at Strathallan and we shall look forward with added interest to the arrival of next year ' s Pibroch! We were very pleased to welcome the new members of the Staff this year, Miss Butler, Miss Estrup, Miss Orbell, and Miss McLean. We hope that they have enjoyed their first year at Elmwood. We are sorry that Miss Estrup ' s stay with us should be so short, and offer Miss Rosier and Miss Powell, who are leaving in June to be married, our best wishes for their future happiness. We cannot too warmly express our gratitude to Mr. Rowley Hooper for the great kindness he always shows us in helping Samara to appear. Without his unstinting help, we should be at a terrible loss. We are particularly grateful for his patience when we send copy to press at the last possible moment! We always expect him to say at least, " Well, really now " But he never does. The making of the Christmas House Collections is always a source of great interest to the Houses, and we like to think that our work brings to those less fortunate than ourselves some measure of comfort and good-fellowship each Christmas. This year, the collections reached their usual excellent standard, and the judging was exceedingly difficult. Keller was declared the winner. We should like to thank Mrs. Edward Fauquier for her great kindness in acting as judge for so many years. At the moment, everybody ' s attention is absorbed in final preparation for the exams. We hope that the results will be as satisfactory as last year ' s, which will be found on another page. 8 SAMARA Conbolences The girls join with the mistresses in expressing their deepest sympathy with Mademoiselle Juge, who lost her mother. They join with the Old Girls in offering their sincerest sympathy to Ailsa and Margaret Gerard, and to Julia (MacBrien) Murphy, Louise and Lynette MacBrien, in the loss of their father, and to Betty and Winsome Hooper whose mother passed away last September. We wish to express our sorrow at the loss of little Ann Weir, daughter of the Hon. Kenneth and Mrs. Weir (nee Lucy Crowdy) who died during the winter in her seventh year. Ann spent a week with us last year, and was a source of great joy to all in the school. I on, JMartm JSurrell This year, Elmwood has lost one of its oldest and dearest friends, in the Hon. Martin Burrell. Mr. Burrell always had a great affection for the school, and very frequently visited us, never missing a Christmas Party, or failing to see the Winnipeg girls off at the station. We realize that we have been especially privileged to have as our friend one of the great statesmen and thinkers of Canada, and we miss him exceedingly. We want once more to extend to Mrs. Burrell our very deepest sympathy. SAMARA 9 MATRICULATION RESULTS Last year ' s matriculation results are as follows: — Abbreviations are: 1st = 1st class honours; 2nd = 2nd class honours; 3rd = 3rd class honours; C = Credit; R = recommendation. UPPER SCHOOL RESULTS Margaret Parkin — French Authors, R; French Composition, R; German Authors, R; German Composition, R; Algebra, R; Trigonometry, R; Composition, 1st; Literature, R; Modern History, 1st. Janet Fleck — French Authors, R; French Composition, R; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, C; Algebra, C; Trigono- metry, 2nd; Composition, 3rd; Literature, C; Modern History, C. Patricia Milliken — French Authors, R; French Composition R; Algebra, C; Trigonometry, C; Composition, 3rd; Literature, Ci Modern History, C. Elizabeth McClelland — Composition, 2nd. MIDDLE SCHOOL RESULTS Ann Bethune — Ancient History, R; Composition, R; Algebra, 2nd; Literature, R; French Authors, R; French Composition, R. Glenn Borbridge — Composition, C; Literature, 3rd; Chemistry, 3rd; Physics, R. Peggy Clark — Ancient History, R; Composition, C; Algebra, R; Literature, R; French Authors, R; French Composition, R. Joan Daniels — Literature, 3rd. Susan Edwards — Composition, C; Literature, C. Shirley Geldert — Ancient History, C; Algebra, 1st; Geo- metry, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, C; French Authors, C; French Composition, C; German Authors, C; German Composition, C. Geraldine Hanson — Ancient History, C; Geometry, R; Chemistry, R; Latin Authors, C; French Composition, C; Physics, R. Barbara Hopkirk — Ancient History, 3rd; Algebra, 2nd; Latin Authors, C; German Authors, R; German Composition, C. Winsome Hooper — Ancient History, 2nd; Geometry, R; French Authors, R; French Composition, R. 10 SAMARA Peggy Marr — Ancient History, R; Geometry, R; Latin Authors, R; Latin Composition, R; German Authors, R; German Composition, 3rd. Ails A Mathewson — Ancient History, C; Composition, C; Literature, R. Louise MacBrien — Ancient History, C; Geometry, C; French Authors, 2nd ; French Composition, C ; German Authors, 2nd. Elizabeth McClelland — Geometry, C; Chemistry, R; Physics, R. Barbara McClelland — Ancient History, C; Composition, C; Geometry, C; Latin Composition, C; French Authors, C; French Composition, R. Mary McColl — Ancient History, C ; Literature, C. Mary MacFarlane — Literature, 2nd; Chemistry, 1st; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, R; French Authors, C; French Composition, R. Marjorie McKinnon — Ancient History, 3rd; Algebra, R; Geometry, R; Latin Authors, 3rd; Latin Composition, C; French Authors, R; French Composition, R; German Authors, 2nd; German Composition, C. Rita Rich — Ancient History, 1st; Geometry, C; Latin Authors, C; Latin Composition, R; French Authors, C; French Composition, R. Patricia Spendlove — Ancient History, 3rd; Geometry, 3rd; Latin Authors, 2nd; Latin Composition, C; German Authors, 2nd; German Composition, 2nd. Jane Smith — Ancient History, R; Composition R; Literature, R; French Authors, R; French Composition, R. Dorothy Wardle — Ancient History, C; Algebra, C. SAMARA 11 FRY HOUSE NOTES 1937-1938 HAST year Fry was successful in winning the House Shield for the first time in ten years, and we are all very proud of Margaret Parkin, who so skilfully piloted her House to victory. Further congratulations are due to Margaret for winning the coveted Proficiency Medal, last year. Margaret, as Head Day Girl, and Kathleen Warner, as Head Boarder, have given strong support to the House this year, and we all thank them both. Barbara McClelland was our enthusiastic House Sports Captain last year, and encouraged us in our games in every way. Our tennis team, composed of Janet Fleck, Genevieve Inglis, Joan Daniels and Peggy Marr, won the Inter-House tennis shield. We are hoping for similar success in tennis this year. Susan Kenny, one of our junior members, did exceedingly well last year. She won the Junior High Endeavour, the Junior Sports Cup, and the Junior prize for the Bible Essay. Good work, Sue! We should like to congratulate all prize winners in Fry: Margaret Parkin. Proficiency Medal Susan Kenny Junior High Endeavour Kathleen Warner Dramatic Medal Marjorie McKinnon Public Speaking Medal Janet Fleck Gold Music Medal Barbara Hopkirk Short Story Prize Kathleen Warner Senior Bible Essay Prize Genevieve Inglis Improvement Medal Peggy Marr Improvement Medal Susan Kenny Junior Bible Essay Prize Janet Fleck Senior Tennis Singles Janet Fleck Senior Tennis Doubles Peggy Marr Senior Sports Cup Janet Fleck Posture Girdle 12 SAMARA In Genevieve Inglis, Fry has had an ardent Sports Captain who has raised our general standard in all games. Vieve is also Vice-Sports Captain of the School. The collections for the poor were very generous this Christmas, and we tied for second place with Nightingale. The entire House took part in our Christmas play, The Rehearsal, and we were fortunate in coming first. We should especially like to thank Margaret Parkin, Susan Kenny and Phillida Whitby for their large contribution of stars this year. Fry House members are: — Marjorie McKinnon House Prefect Margaret Parkin Head Day Girl Kathleen Warner Head Boarder Genevieve Inglis House Senior Joan Daniels, Mackie Edwards, Susan Kenny, Norah Lewis, Betty Massey, Patricia O ' Donnell, Mary Osier, Anne Perley- Robertson, Nancy Riley, Claire Raymond, Diana Saunders, Gloria Vaughan, Phillida Whitby. Mistresses — Miss Mills, Miss Martin, Miss Orbell, Miss Moore. NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NOTES Our Motto — ' ' Not for ourselves alone. ' ' nAST year Nightingale was last in the number of red stars, but this year we have high hopes of winning the House Shield — for at the moment, we are ahead of the other two houses. Here ' s to you, Nightingale! In Sports, Nightingale was very successful last year — for, in addition to the Sports Cup and the Badminton Shield: Clara May Gibson won the Senior Sports Cup. Margaret Gerard — the Intermediate Sports Cup. Winsome Hooper — Intermediate Tennis Singles. Winsome Hooper and Joan Daniels (Fry) — Intermediate Tennis Doubles. We are hoping to continue our successes this year under the leadership of Winsome Hooper as Games Captain, and Dorothy Wardle as Vice. We are proud to congratulate the following prize-winners: Winsome Hooper Philpot Token Winsome Hooper Dramatic Improvement Medal {presented by Mr. Harold Warner) Clara May Gibson Special Dramatic Prize Anne Betiiune Modern Languages Mary Paterson. . . .Special Scripture Prize {Junior) Nancy Martin „ , . Clara May Gibson ]Posture Girdles SAMARA 13 We are looking forward to the Basketball and Tennis Matches this Spring, and although Keller is three points ahead of us in Basketball, we will all do our very best to win the Shield. Our teams are as follows: BASKETBALL First Team: Jump centre, Maisie Howard; roving centre, Muriel Inkster; shot, Dorothy Wardle; shot, Ailsa Mathewson; guard. Winsome Hooper; guard, Mary Paterson. Second Team: Jump centre, Gillian German; roving centre, Margaret Gerard; shot, Ogden Blackburn; shot, Cynthia Sims; guard, Anne Bethune; guard, Rita Rich. TENNIS TEAM Maisie Howard, Winsome Hooper, Ailsa Mathewson, Margaret Gerard. BADMINTON TEAM Ailsa Mathewson, Margaret Gerard, Winsome Hooper, Maisie Howard. We were very sorry to lose Diana Warner at Christmas, but we are glad to hear that she ' ll be back with us again next year. To those who are leaving us, we wish " the best ever " ; to those who remain, we express our confidence that they will continue to strive towards those ideals of Florence Nightingale which have so long guided us. The members of Nightingale are: Winsome Hooper Head of House Dorothy Wardle House Senior Rita Rich Monitor Priscilla Aylen, Anne Bethune, Ogden Blackburn, Pamela Booth, Suzette Bourinot, Elizabeth Edwards, Gillian German, Margaret Gerard, Maisie Howard, Muriel Inkster, Ailsa Mathewson, Mary Paterson, Cynthia Sims, Joyce Tetley, Diana Warner, Norma Wilson. Mistresses: Miss Butler, Miss Estrup, Miss McLean, Miss May. KELLER HOUSE NOTES gLTHOUGH we did not succeed in winning the House Shield last year, we are trying our best to put our name on it this year, though at the moment we are behind in red stars. 14 SAMARA We should like to congratulate the following members of Keller who won distinction at the end of last year: Elizabeth McClelland Summa Summarum Patricia Spendlove Physical Training Medal Patricia Spendlove House Award Jane Smith Art Prize Peggy Clark Intermediate Sports Cup Gaye Douglas Junior Tennis Cup Gaye Douglas Junior Tennis {doubles) We are very proud of our record this year in badminton and basketball. For the first time in many years, we succeeded in winning the Inter-House badminton matches, and so far we are ahead in the basketball and are hoping to win it this spring. Pat Spendlove is Sports Captain and Susan Edwards is an able Vice- Captain. Our teams are as follows: BASKETBALL First: — P. Milliken, S. Edwards {centres); G. Douglas, M. Main {shots)] N. Baker, P. Spendlove {guards). Second: — N. Bowman, C. P.-Robertson {centres);]. Alexander, J. Gilmour {shots); B. Black, C. Wilson {guards). BADMINTON M. Main {First Singles); P. Spendlove {Second Singles); M. Main and P. Spendlove {First Doubles); P. Milliken and N. Baker {Second Doubles). At the time of going to press our Tennis Team has not been selected. This Christmas we were fortunate enough to win the collection for the poor, and Pat Milliken is to be congratulated for her work in arranging our collection in the absence of the Head of the House. We are pleased to welcome all newcomers to our House this year and hope they will carry on the fine tradition of Keller House by following the example set for us by our House Patroness, Helen Keller. To those who are leaving this year, we wish the best of luck in the future. The members for this year are: — Pat Spendlove House Prefect Pat Milliken. . House Senior Nancy Doane Monitor Juliet Alexander, Nancy Baker, Beatrice Black, Nancy Bowman, Winnifred Cross, Joan Creighton, Gaye Douglas, Susan Edwards, Jessie Gilmour, Nancy Lane, Margaret Main, Claire Perley- Robertson, Jane Smith, Sarah Wallace, Claire Wilson. Mistresses: — Mademoiselle Juge, Miss Adams, Miss Rosier, Miss Eason. SCHOOL PREFECTS Top row — M. McKinnon, P. Spendlove, W. Hooper Centre row — K. Warner, M. Parkin. Bottom row — D. Wardle, P. Milliken, G. Inglis SCHOOL BASKETBALL TEAM Top — J . Daniels, P. Milliken, K. Warner, S. Edwards, M. Maine Middle — N. Baker, M. Howard Bottom — V. Inglis, P. Spendlove (Capt.), D. Wardle SCHOOL GAMES CAPTAINS Patricia Spendlove, Genevieve Inglis (Vice). NIGHTINGALE TENNIS TEAM M. Gerard, Maisie Howard and A. Mathewson- Winsome Hooper (Capt.) KELLER TENNIS TEAM Top — K. Douglas, P. Milliken Bottom — P. Spendlove {Capt.), S. Edwards FRY TENNIS TEAM Top — 6 Kenny, N. Lewis Bottom— y. Daniels, V. Inglis {Capt.) NIGHTINGALE BADMINTON TEAM Top— IF. Hooper {Capt.), M. Howard Bottom — M. Gerard, A. Mathewson KELLER BADMINTON TEAM Top — N. Baker, M. Maine Bottom — P. Spendlove {Capt.), P. Milliken I ' KY I ' .ADMINTON TEAM Top — J . Daniels, M. Parkin Bottom — M. McKinnon, V. Inglis {Capt.) SAMARA 15 SPORTS NOTES IT is with a great deal of regret that we say ' ' good- bye " to Miss Powell, who is leaving us to be married. We should like to express our appreciation to her for all that she has done for us in the past two years in sports, gym and drill. We hope that they have been as enjoyable to her as they have been to us, and we wish her every happiness in the future. SPORTS DAY Sports Day last June was, as usual, a great success. The original and entertaining programme was enjoyed by all. The day ended with Nightingale entitled to the Inter-House Cup. The Tug of War and Relay Race were won by Fry. The other Cups were won as follows: — Senior Champions — Clara May Gibson, Peggy Marr; Intermediate Champions — Margaret Gerard, Peggy Clark; Junior Champion — Susan Kenny; Primary Cup — Margaret Bronson ; Long Jump — Clara-May Gibson. BASKETBALL This year basketball was greeted with great enthusiasm. We are very grateful to Mr. Archdale for the use of the Ashbury Gymnasium this winter. The First Team played Ottawa Ladies ' College in their Gym last autumn ; the results were very favourable — for Ottawa Ladies ' College. The return match, played in the Ashbury Gym, though great fun, ended in another overwhelming victory for our opponents. In November the First Team again went to Kingston to play Hatfield Hall in Queen ' s University Gymnasium. This game was a battle from start to finish, ending with Hatfield three goals ahead. Half the Inter-House matches were played during the autumn months. These were won by Keller, but the final results will not be known until June. Last year ' s Inter-House Basketball series was won by Keller. 16 SAMARA BASKETBALL TEAM CRITICISMS ViEVE Inglis — Played centre for us again this year. She is very active and made a most capable centre player. Pat Spendlove — Was unfortunately absent from most of our games, owing to pressure of exam work, and the team certainly missed her. She is, however, back to form now and playing in the House Matches. Maisie Howard — Played shot for us this year. Maisie is an excellent shot, but unfortunately she is just a little bit short, and our opposing guards are always a little bit tall. None the less, when Maisie did break away, it was always a sure score. Dorothy Wardle — Played shot with Maisie. She plays a lovely game and shoots from well out on the floor. Unfortunately Dorothy is also rather short. Never mind, we must congratulate her on her excellent playing this year. Kay Warner — Has played splendidly throughout the season, and makes the most of her height. She has improved greatly and her passing is most reliable. Pat Milliken — Was a capable guard for us this year. Had we not needed her height as a guard she would have made an excellent forward. Susan Edwards — Susan has been absent through knee trouble but is now playing in the House Matches. Susan is a very good shot ; she is quick and plays side-centre very well indeed. Joan Daniels — Has played side-centre and also shot for us. She is quick and with more accuracy would make an excellent forward. Nancy Baker — Played defence. Nancy plays a very good game and is exceedingly active. Next year, Nancy should try playing centre. HOCKEY Hockey was, as ever, very popular this winter. The rink being larger than in the past, afforded a more exciting game. Everybody looked eagerly forward to the matches with the Old Girls ' Team, and we hope that they will continue next year. BADMINTON Badminton was more popular than ever this year, especially among the boarders. The Inter-House matches have been com- pleted, with Keller victorious after many excellent games. SAMARA 17 TENNIS Tennis has always been one of the favourite forms of outdoor exercise. Wherever possible the courts are in constant use, and we have started to play off the matches for the School Cup. Last year Janet Fleck won the Senior Singles, and Janet Fleck and Mary MacFarlane won the Senior Doubles. The Intermediate Singles were won by Winsome Hooper and the Doubles by Shirley Geldert and Joan Daniels, the Junior Singles by Gaye Douglas, and the Doubles by Gaye Douglas and Margaret Gerard. MISCELLANEOUS ACTIVITIES The Archery Classes have been resumed this Spring, and we have Major Chapman to thank again for making this one of our most interesting activities. Riding is still a favourite sport. It is always with great enthusiasm that we welcome the first ride after the long winter months. GYM The Gym Classes this year were as interesting as ever, with work on the ropes, horse, and rings. Demonstrations on these concluded the Drill Competition. The competition awakened much keenness in all classes. It is the only contest between the Forms in the school and excitement runs high for several days before the event. Mr. Buck was not able to be present this year and the mistresses selected the winners — whom they declared to be the V matric and V A group. During the year posture girdles have been awarded to P. Milliken, M. Howard, M. Main, J. Smith, N. Lane, M. Edwards. Last June they were awarded to J. Fleck, N. Martin, C. M. Gibson. 18 SAMARA MY DOG WUFF The Queen is very beautiful, But not quite enough; Nor are the Duchesses But just look at my Wuff. P. Archdale THE BROOK Rippling, gurgling over the rocks, Onward to the sea; Little splashes here and there. Longing to be free. Soon before the bubbling brook Could finish its gurgling game, It found itself falling right into a lake. Then out of it once again. After a while it stopped its play, And glided gently out to sea; Where it joined the billowy, foamy waves Never again a brook to be. — P. Archdale THE ROBIN once knew a robin With a bright red breast. I asked him, Mr. Robin, Will you be my guest? He hopped down from the tree And then began to chirp That way up in the tree It was the better perch. But he stayed with me, my robin, In my nursery chair. And I loved my little robin; We were a happy pair. — D. Gill, Form II SAMARA 19 Margaret Parkin. — " A good laugh is sunshine in a school " . " Parkie " , our cheery Head Day Girl, has just concluded her last year at Elmwood, and she leaves behind her a splendid record of well-deserved successes, both in work and in leadership. Having already obtained her Honour Matric, she has been able to give thought to the lighter subjects of the Arts Form, as well as continue with Maths, and Science. " Parkie ' s " particular idiosyncrasies are her infectious giggles, and the quizzical way in which she wiggles her nose when feeling gay. The objects of her afTection are violets, Yardley ' s, and Friday afternoons after four! Her future career remains as yet a mystery to us all, including herself, but as her ambitions run to aeroplane designing and scientific research in radium, it is bound to be spectacular. Next year she is going to continue her search for knowledge at Varsity, where she will be anchored for the next five years. Gute Gliick, Gretchen. Kathleen Warner. — ' ' 0 to be in England, Now that April ' s here!!! Our able Head Boarder returned unexpectedly this year to take her London Matric, after having bidden her final fond farewells last June. She intended to study in England this year, but we are all very glad she changed her mind and returned to Elmwood. This year Katie has been very busy managing the boarders and preparing for her exams — quite a departure from the comparatively easy life of an art-formist. She is very fond of adopting all stray articles left around in the Sitting Room, and we always know on whose shelf to look for wandering rulers, erasers, pens and little black note books. She also likes costume jewellery, play suits (not rompers) and talking, but positively abhors dressing in a hurry, Monday morning, and drinking tea (and she ' s English!). She is so fond of changing her mind about her future career, that at this early date we are a little doubtful as to what it will be. Next year, however, she plans to go to England. Winsome Hooper. — ' With thee conversing, we forget all time. " Hoop has led Nightingale successfully through another year. She is doing some Matric. work as well as exploring the mysteries of the cook book, colour combi- nations and other arty subjects. Her fancies run to sports, especially skiing and tennis, and we ' ll probably hear of her in the future as a Wimbledon star. One of her ambitions is never to grow old, which may be the reason we see her pumping up Buena Vista on her bicycle with a big bow in her hair. She loathes wearing hats, but loves shorts, and wind in her hair, and curiously enough she portrayed Wind in the dancing recital. In two years she intends to be a deb. but in the meantime what WILL you do. Hoop ? 20 SAMARA Marjorie McKinnon. — ' ' The blush is beauti- ful, but it is sometimes inconvenient. " The capable Head of Fry is wielding pots and pans and paint brushes this year instead of slaving over German and Latin vocabs. In her ninth and final year, we find her competently leading Fry to the close of a very successful year. Marjorie ' s flamboyant colour schemes for bedrooms are a great source of wonder to all her form-mates. As purchaser of our weekly teas, Mac spends from Monday to Thursday en- deavouring to extract ten cents from each of us. She likes swimming, swing skirts, and chocolates, but detests stews, and creeping things of all descriptions. She still aspires to a career behind the footlights — don ' t forget to send us tickets to your first night, Mac! Patricia Spendlove. — " Skilled she is in Sports and Pastimes. ' ' Spenders as Head of Keller, Editor of Samara and School Sports Captain still finds time to do some Honour Matric. work. She wrote her Oxford entrance exams in November and after a year at McGill hopes to go to Oxford. (Imagine Pat with an Oxford accent!) During the winter Spenders spent Monday and Thursday afternoons dashing frantically around the school with a basketball list in one hand and a hockey list in the other. One of her ambitions is to sit opposite Kay in the House of Commons and finish the arguments they started in school. (From our experience in the sitting-room, beware House of Commons!) Patty is very fond of aeroplanes and intends to learn to fly this summer. We shall probably hear of her landing a seaplane on a peak in the Rockies. Dorothy Wardle. — " Wei can she sitte a horse and Faire ryde " . As Nightingale ' s only other senior officer, " Wart-Hog " has ably assisted Winsome throughout the year. She is completing her Matric. and intends to go to Queen ' s next year — then those frequent trips to Kingston will be quite unnecessary. She enjoys sports of all kinds, especially riding and golf. She dotes on horses and hopes someday to own a ranch some- where in the wild and woolly west near her beloved Rockies. We shall probably hear of her herding cows or jumping off glaciers, but, in the meantime, her adventurous soul must be content with day-dreaming of these over her Geometry theorems. SAMARA 21 Patricia Milliken. — ' ' Dance, laugh, and be merry ' Milly joined our ranks at the same time as Vieve, thus increasing the Keller element in the Sitting Room. Being in an Arts Form, her hardest work is her Senior Latins. She is Fiction Librarian and has spent the year collecting quarters from us for new books. She likes Fords and gardenias and losing balls on the golf course. She has the makings of a Grand Opera singer, but will probably waste all her talent cheering for Varsity next year. Genevieve Inglis. — ' ' Overexertion in any line should he avoided. ' ' Vieve became a House Senior in the second term, thus making the fourth Fry-ite in the Sitting Room. She is Vice-Sports Captain of the School and takes a prominent place in all sports. Singing and French are her chief " betes-noires " , and sitting at the end of the Prefect row in Prayers comes a close second. She is fond of driving a car, sailing, and eating licorice. After a year of debbing she has hopes of marrying a French Count — but our guess is that he will have to learn English! HEAD GIRLS Left — Margaret Parkin Right — Kathleen Warner 22 SAMARA SCHOOL MONITORS Left to right: Rita Rich, Nancy Doane HEADS OF HOUSES Left to right — Marjorie McKinnon (Fry) Winsome Hooper (Nightingale) Patricia Spendlove (Keller) SAMARA 23 SCHOOL CALENDAR FIRST TERM September 16th. — School opened. October 11th. — Thanksgiving HoHday. October 29th. — Mid-term HoHday. November 5th. — Hallowe ' en Party. November 8th. — Major McKeand ' s lecture on Poppy Day. November 10th. — Armistice Day Service at school. November 10th. — Basketball match with O. L. C. November 11th. — Half-holiday. November 11th. — Dr. Tory ' s lecture on League of Nations. November 17th. — Art Exhibit at Wilson ' s. November 18th. — Basketball match with O. L. C. November 19th. — Talk on Federated Charities. November 20th. — Basketball team played Hatfield at Kingston. December 16th. — Christmas Party. December 17th. — Closing for Christmas Holidays. January 11th. — Return after Christmas Holidays. January 14th. — Dr. Tory ' s lecture on " Disturbing Times. " January 15th. — Day girls and boarders ski-ed at McLean ' s Lodge. January 31st. — Free day. January 31st. — Movie called " Wheels Over Africa. " SECOND TERM February 1st. — Second term commenced. February 2nd. — Day girls and boarders went to see Des Mauvais Garcons. February 19th. — Old Girls ' Hockey Match. February 28th. — Mid-year Holiday. March 22nd. — Movies of Fire Prevention and Safe Driving. March 24th. — Dr. Forsythe ' s lecture on the Grenfell Missions. April 7th. — Senior play Yellow Sands. 24 SAMARA April 8th. — School Closed for Easter Holidays. April 21st. — School reopened after Easter Holidays. May 12th. — Dancing Recital. May 18th. — In response to the invitation extended by Mrs. Buck when, with Miss Butler, she visited the Glebe, Mr. Atkinson, Principal of Glebe Collegiate, brought the Glebe String Octette to play for us. — They stayed for tea afterwards — and everybody had a lovely time! May 20th.— Fiano Recital. May 21st. — Sports Day. May 24th.— School Holiday. June 10th. — Closing day. MISS SPRING wonder if any of you have ever met Spring, The young maiden that to us all happiness brings. You will find her in every cranny and nook. You will find her wherever you choose to look. Her voice is the sound of a bubbling brook, Not a shrill harsh cry like a black crow or rook, Her skin is that of the snowdrop fair. The bright shiny sun her golden hair. Her lips are the new little buds of a rose, That have kept very still through her winter s repose. Her eyes are two violets, more blue than the skies. And on the wings of the wind she quickly flies. Her robes are spring flowers, fringed by the sky. While her hair wears a garland of clouds floating by. Her feet are the fleet, winged feet of a deer. That run through the country, both far and near. So now that you know her I must humbly pray, That when you go wildflower gathering next May, You won ' t pick too many, or you ' ll have to confess. Miss Spring will be needing another new dress. SUZETTE BOURINOT, FORM V C, NIGHTINGALE SAMARA 25 Welcome to this year ' s Boarders ' Notes. We hope you Hke our new system of headings. To begin with, we have: HISTORICAL. It seems that back in the dim distance of 1925-26 they had the first Boarders ' Notes ever written. In them we read the following: — " There were five of us at the beginning of the year — now there are double the number, and doubtless the number will increase as time goes on. " ! Has time alone made all this difference ? Thirty is our number this year. SOCIAL. Boarders have been very lucky this year in having so many Old Girls visit us. They drop in on us whenever they are in Ottawa from out of town; and if they live in Ottawa, they just drop in! Mistresses have got to the point that, when they hear an undue amount of noise in a corridor or lounge, they just throw up the ir hands in despair and murmur, " It ' s just some Old Girls! what is the use of trying to keep people quiet ? " They are always glad to see the " offenders " , though. AMUSEMENTS. There seem to have been a lot of exceptionally good concerts, plays, movies and lectures this year, many of which the Boarders have had the opportunity of enjoying. The Minto Follies were also attended by enthusiastic and critical skaters and non-skaters alike. Among other amusements of the boarders are, indoor: dancing to the phonograph ; listening to the same, listening to the radio, badminton, reading and talking, and talking (oh, we said that) and eating. Outdoor amusements consist of skiing, mountain-climbing, skating, arching, walking, and Saturdays-out (how few and far- between they seem!) 26 SAMARA GOVERNMENTAL. As usual the boarders employed their modified system of self-government. We had a partly-elected, partly-appointed Council under the able leadership of Kay Warner as Head Boarder with the support of Pat Spendlove as Prefect and Vieve Inglis and Pat Milliken as House Seniors. A new system was tried out at supper tables, whereby a long-suffering councillor was put in charge of each table where she valiantly attempted to maintain law and order. She succeeded very well in spite of the difficulty of controlling a boarder whose sense of humour has got the better of her. Besides this a councillor has the usual duties of chasing people to beds and baths, and of just generally maintaining order among obstre- perous boarders. Three cheers for the good old council, say we! INFIRMARY NOTES. From February until the very last day of the Easter Term, the Infirmary was steadily filled with at least one person suffering from a severe malady called chicken-pox! The sufferers of this dread disease seem to have been quite happy in spite of their confinement, as smiling faces gazing down upon the court-yard testified. The daily delight of all uncontaminated persons was shouting messages up at their more unfortunate comrades. Fun though it was, we hope we have no more troubles to keep us from our much-loved ( ?) work, and play. CULTURAL. This year Mademoiselle Juge has very kindly continued the " Cercle Frangais " and it has proved most interesting and instructive. She shows us all kinds of magazines, pamphlets, etc., illustrating all sorts of fascinating things about her native France. Thank you very much, Mademoiselle, for many enjoyable Thursday evenings. FIRE. " Help, the Fire-bell! " , and so victims leap from their beds, to gather at the fire-escapes two seconds later, with Kenwoods on their shoulders and hats on their be-curlered heads. It is what might be termed an exhausting performance. That awful fire-bell! THANK YOU. In closing we would like to say a few words to the Resident Staff, who have helped to make this a grand and successful year for the boarders. They certainly have been wonderful. Thank you, and goodbye for this year. SAMARA 27 BOARDERS ' CALENDAR TERM I September 15th. — We were welcomed by Mrs. Buck and Miss Tipple. There are approximately twenty-nine of us this year. September 18th. — Saturday — and we went on a trip to Kingsmere for tea. September 25th. — Saturday — to the Rockhurst Tea Gardens, where we ate too many apples, with some disastrous results!! October 11th. — Thanksgiving Monday. We went out with parents and friends. Some went to Kingsmere for lunch. October 16th. — To Chateau for swim and tea. October 23rd. — We went swimming at the Chateau again and had tea afterwards at the Cafeteria. October 27th. — All of us went to see Titania ' s Palace. October 28th. — First Tremblay Series — Joos Ballet — which we were all very enthusiastic about. October 29th. — Long week-end began. We came back on Monday, November 1st. November 5th. — Hallowe ' en Party — as successful as ever. November 6th. — We were taken to the Capitol to see Salute to Valour, a movie of the Vimy Memorial Service. November 9th. — Some of the seniors went with Mr. and Mrs. Buck to the Annual Dinner of the League of Nations Society at the Chateau Laurier; and the rest of us listened to the speeches over the radio. November 13th. — We went to Ashbury for a lecture on British Columbia Explorations, and came back fired with the desire to tour the West ourselves. November 18th. — We were taken to the Shackleton lecture at the Glebe. November 20th. — We drove to Kingston for a basketball match against Hatfield Hall. (We might add that the victory was not for us.) November 22nd. — Some of the music pupils went to hear Margaret Abra, a talented pupil of Mr. Puddicombe ' s, at the Chateau. November 26th. — The boarders in the Senior Dramatic Class went to the Little Theatre to see Mary of Scotland, in which Miss Eason took the part of Queen Elizabeth. December 4th. — Some of us went to the Glebe to hear the National Symphony Orchestra. 28 SAMARA December 8th. — The Toe H members went to Government House for tea. December 12th. — We all went to sing Carols (or try) at Mrs. Buck ' s house. December 15th. — We went to the Mountain Lodge for ski-ing and lunch. December 15th. — In the evening we went to the Little Theatre for the Ashbury plays. December 17th. — School closed for the Christmas Holidays, after a most successful Christmas party the night before. January 11th. — School reopened. We came back on the night of the 10th. January 15th. — We went to the Mountain Lodge for ski-ing and lunch. January 17th. — Some of us went to the Glebe to hear the pianist Iturbi. TERM H February 1st. — Second term commenced. February 2nd. — Mile. Juge took the seniors to a French movie, Le Mauvais Gar on. February 5th. — We went to see a Drama League play, Judgment Day, produced by Mrs. Murphy. Some of the younger ones were taken to a movie. February 7th. — We heard Kathryn Meisle sing at the Glebe Collegiate. February 12th. — Swimming and tea at the Chateau. February 19th. — We were all glad that the snow held for a sleigh ride, which was great fun ; and a bean feast was arranged on our return. February 25th. — We all left for respective long week-ends — (except for a few chicken-poxers!) February 28th. — We all came back! March 1st. — Some of us had the pleasure of hearing Mischa Elman, the famous violinist. March 4th. — We all went to the Minto Follies, which were wonderful this year. March 5lh. — To the Mountain Lodge for ski and tea. March 8th. — Most of us went to a lecture given by Grey Owl, which was illustrated by movies, at Chalmers ' United Church. SAMARA 29 March 12th. — We went to the Mountain Lodge for a last sticky ski! March 17th. — We were taken to see Snow White at the Capitol, and when we got back we were still laughing at Dopey " ! March 24th. — Dr. Forsythe gave a lecture to the whole school on Labrador. This was particularly interesting to the boarders because Mrs. Buck had been reading us Forty years for Labrador, by Sir Wilfred Grenfell. March 24th. — In the evening we went with Mr. and Mrs. Buck to see (! !) Nelson Eddy, who sang at the Capitol Theatre. March 29th. — The seniors were taken to the Little Theatre to hear a recitation on Gone With the Wind. April 2nd. — W e went to see Mad about Music with Deanna Durbin. That afternoon, also. Miss Torontow gave a rehearsal of her piano recital to be held shortly. April 4th. — The Anglican members of Elmwood went to the Confirmation Service at Christ Church. April 7th. — The Senior play, Yellow Sands, was presented — with refreshments on the stage afterwards. April 8th. — We left for the Easter holidays in the afternoon. April 20th. — Most of us came back! ! April 23rd. — We went to the Mountain Lodge for the afternoon. April 30th. — We were taken to see the movie College Swing. May 14th. — The boarders were invited to watch the Ashbury sports (with the added distraction of refreshments ! ) May 22nd. — Several of the seniors attended a meeting of the League of Nations Society, at the Chateau. May 23rd. — Again a few seniors had the privilege of attending with Mrs. Buck the League of Nations dinner for Peace Week. May 24th. — Tuesday — a holiday. Many parents and friends came from out of town for the day. THE NEWS Good morning, Sir, goodmorning; Have you heard the latest news? The shoemaker has made some shoes! 1 P. Archdale, Form II 30 SAMARA c o s a; o o :: 0) o § a my § v u a; ct3 « +- rv. o; -J Cfi Cfi S Qj n-. z a C 03 l-H O Q in § 00 as CD Cfi I 3 O o Cfi 0) 4- 03 d 1 S u a 2 a 03 03 -i- •S 03 c i o So V-i a; bJO. • S +- C 5 03 O :: v 03 C j v., +J CO Cfi OS a c 5 : o H 3 a o +j CO 0) 03 J5 13 3 O O w ' cfi S 03 in 03 0) £ ' cfi 03 g o3 cfi +-J oj 1 i cfi 3 o s o o o H ' a B o cfl o c a Cfl TO OS ' s • C -M cn O W J5 au) o 5S Q Q u Pi : w O Q PQ w w H W w u Pi CK EATR RG. PQ SAMARA 31 LECTURE NOTES ONCE again it has been our privilege to enjoy many interesting and enjoyable lectures throughout the school year. We are very grateful, both to those who so kindly arranged them, and to those who very generously gave of their time to come and speak to us. On November 8th, Major McKeand gave us a very instructive talk on Poppy Day. At the same time he told us of his latest voyage north on the Nascopie, and of the life of the Eskimos in the northland. Dr. H. M. Tory spoke to us on two occasions. The first time was on the afternoon of November 11, when his subject was the League of Nations and World Affairs. The picture Dr. Tory gave us of world conditions was so vivid and enlightening, that we were all eager to learn more. Dr. Tory very graciously consented to return, and on January 14, he spoke to us again, this time on ' ' World Disturbances. " He mentioned events, from ancient history right up to the present day, which have led to wars between nations, and made us realise that the basic causes of war have always been the same. On November 19 an appeal was made to us on behalf of the Community Chests ' campaign. Miss Hasell gave us a most graphic account, illustrated by lantern slides, of the work of the Caravan Missions in the drought areas and bush countries of the west ; we were filled with admiration for her courage in facing so many dangers and difficulties. Shortly after the Christmas holidays a motion picture, " Wheels over Africa, " was shown. It described very picturesquely a journey by truck and car through Africa; from Algeria across the Sahara desert to the Indian ocean, and gave many thrilling close- ups of wild animals. Finally on March 24, Dr. H. Forsythe of the Grenfell Mission gave us a very inspiring talk, illustrated by motion pictures, about Labrador and the valuable work done by the missions. This was especially interesting to those of us who have read Sir Wilfred Grenfell ' s book, " Forty years for Labrador " . 32 SAMARA DRAM AT I CS CHIS year we presented as our senior play Yellow Sands by Eden and Adelaide Phillpotts. This was a somewhat ambitious undertaking as each part was a clearly defined character study, but under the capable instruction of Miss Eason we obtained a great deal of pleasure from the pre- paration and performance. The play was presented on April 7th before a large, distinguished and very appreciative audience, who were most kind in their criticism. We feel that we must here thank Maisie Howard for the delightful backdrop which she painted and which added very greatly to the effect of the play. Each house again presented a one-act play before the school at the Christmas party — Fry ' s presentation of The Rehearsal by Maurice Baring, an imaginary rehearsal of Macbeth by Shakespeare ' s own company, won the red star. Nightingale came second with The Maid of France, a war time story, and Keller ran a close third presenting very amusingly. His First Shave. The Senior-Intermediates are still working on G. B. Shaw ' s St. Joan, Intermediates on Prunella and The Bluebird, and the Second Form on The Nightingale from Hans Anderson ' s fairy tales, all of which will be future presentations. The classes have also had practice in the dramatic reading of speeches and short scenes fr om Shakespeare, with special regard to tone and clarity of diction. We offer our thanks to Mr. Kendall MacNeil for coming again (as he has done for so many years) to give us a serious dramatic criticism of our play. Mr. MacNeil has been most kind and SAMARA 33 generous, and if he could know of the great anticipation which prevails before the next morning ' s Citizen is released, he would realize how greatly we value his opinion. We also wish to thank the Citizen for so kindly allowing us, as usual, to reprint Mr. MacNeil ' s review which follows here: Reproduced from the ' ' Ottawa Citizen ' ' SENIOR DRAMATIC ART CLASSES OF ELMWOOD MAKE NEW DEPARTURE IN PLAYS, WITH GRATIFYING RESULTS EOR eight years it has been my privilege each spring to review the annual performance by the senior dramatic art class of Elmwood School, Rockcliff e Park. In these eight years I have seen productions, classical and other- wise, of varying merit, some good, some excellent and again others not so good. This year ' s, presented last evening before a large audience in the school auditorium, while it may not have been the best from a point of view of performance, I can say truthfully gave me more pleasure than any of those which went before. I really felt I had enjoyed myself thoroughly. The play was Yellow Sands, Eden and Adelaide Phillpott ' s clever and homely tale of the Devon seashore and its people which Mr. Phillpotts loves and draws so well in his novels. In presenting it, Elmwood School, as Mrs. Buck, the able principal, remarked in a little speech from the stage, rather departed from the conventional school productions of Shakespeare or Sophocles. To the audience and certainly to this reviewer this departure was a decidedly welcome change. It was not without its value from the point of view of the teaching of dramatic art so far as the school was con- cerned for it afforded limitless possibilities for character work, and although the girls who formed the cast did not, I suppose, know much of the nature of the people they impersonated and had some difficulty in capturing and maintaining the Devonian dialect, they nevertheless did infuse into their acting an atmosphere which effectively drew the audience into the spirit of the county of clotted cream. si: 4: H! The Story which the Phillpotts have woven into a pretty comedy, not without many well-aimed shafts to pierce the armor of people we might find anywhere, has not the merit of being new. But how many stories when analysed are that ? It has the merit, however, of being deftly told, of making its characters really live and speaking as they might be expected to speak, of possessing a depth of true humor as distinct from wit and of making one feel that the story was worth the telling. 34 SAMARA Briefly, we find the members of a large family solicitous for the comfort of a well-to-do aged relative. The question uppermost in their minds is to whom will she leave the bulk of her wordly goods. To most of them, and certainly to her brother ' s widow, an over- righteous woman and a Job ' s comforter if ever there was one, there is only one possible. That is her son. Not a bad sort of fellow really but the village Lothario, always ready and willing to make love to the first- and next-pretty girl. Making up the rest of the family are the old lady ' s brother, full of wise philosophy on what is best for other people, rather shiftless himself and with a deepseated distaste for work; another nephew filled with a deep hatred for the " bloated capitalists " as he constantly terms those with money but whose ideas on socialism are half-baked, an honest and sterling chap nevertheless; and two elderly spinster cousins, two minds with but a single thought and not much else. Completing the cast are the old lady ' s maid, in love with the socialist nephew; an old fisherman friend and his daughter and the lawyer who draws up the will. To the consternation of all, when the will is read after the old lady ' s death, her wealth is left to the socialist nephew. How he takes the news and the reactions of the others is, of course, the climax of the tale and an excellent climax it is. It brings out the best- and the worst-in each of the characters. As in other years, several of the roles were divided so that more than one girl was seen in each part. The play did not suffer at all from this and ran smoothly throughout in spite of the changes in the cast. Excellent performances were given by several of the players and the difficulty of girls in their ' teens playing masculine parts was not so insuperable as might be imagined. Lighting was good. Full use was made of the small stage and the scenery and properties were splendid. In this regard special mention must be made of the very artistic backdrop in the first scene which was painted by Maisie Howard, who herself played the old lady. If faults must be looked for, they were to be found in the rather slow opening scene. The pace, however, picked up as the first act proceeded. The dialogue too in places was to some extent mecha- nical and unreal but this also improved until it became thoroughly and convincingly natural. Makeup was not quite as good as in some of the other productions. In several instances the players committed the bad fault of masking other characters and in one or two scenes might have been more advantageously placed. Some of the girls did not speak with enough variation in their voices. Altogether, however, the performance was exceedingly good. The final scene of the reading of the will was splendid, the tenseness and suspense being well built up and the surprise and consternation effectively done by the whole cast. Great credit must go to the director. Miss Barbara Eason, M.I.M., A.I.S.T.D. SAMARA 35 M. McKinnon as Mary Varwell, the over-righteous widow and mother, gave a very clever performance. She had a fine sense of dramatic values and her climactic rage and disappointment was a good piece of work. M. Howard as Jenifer Varwell, the old lady, was tenderly played even if she did look a good deal younger than eighty. R. Rich and A. Bethune, as the twin fluttery spinsters, Minnie and Nellie Masters, both had a rich sense of comedy and brought peals of laughter with their every movement. M. Main in the role of the old fisherman friend, Thomas Major, was kindly and sympathetically played. K. Warner as the Communist nephew, Joe Varwell, gave a fine performance making the character strong and real. P. Spendlove, in the same part, was very nearly as good. Both S. Edwards and A. Mathewson brought out the philosophy of the work-shy Richard Varwell, although personally I inclined to the playing of the former. P. Milliken was good as Arthur Varwell, the disappointed nephew, although perhaps she made the character a little too refined. W. Hooper made a lovely sweetheart for Joe Varwell and played the part well. J. Daniels opened the play in this character acceptably. G. Inglis and P. O ' Donnell fitted in equally well as Emma Major who marries Arthur. M. Parkin preserved the professional dignity of the lawyer, Mr. Barlow. — M. DANCING OURING the past year the dancing classes have been planned with a view to the Recital in May, and have involved a thorough practice of all exercises and steps leading towards easy rhythmic movement and co-ordination of mind and body. The Recital itself was divided into two parts: the first, a demonstration of the versatility of performers in contrasted types of Greek and National dancing; the second, a long ballet, in which all pupils took part. In the short numbers, Hungarian and Irish dances gave scope for character dancing and vitality, while an interpretation of a chorus from Swinburne ' s Atalanta in Calydon, a new departure in the school, called for extreme delicacy and precision of movement, and a feeling for the rhythm of words. The Junior pupils showed their range of ability in lyric and period dances, and strong athletic movement. The Ballet, The Golden Hours, welded together the best work of all pupils and gave them a sense of the team-work and performance so necessary to finish their work. 36 SAMARA LIBRARY NOTES HLTHOUGH the Library has always been an important factor in the school, it has never, perhaps, aroused quite as much active interest as it has this year. For this year, the Library staff felt that a little advertisement might make for an even greater realization of the value of the books available. So Book Week was held. For one week, during the second term, volumes from both the main and fiction libraries were dis- played in the Senior Classroom. The displays were changed every day, and each day was reserved for one subject, fiction, history, belles lettres, travel, etc. The books could be taken out, and many of the girls seized the opportunity, not only of seeing, but of reading, some of the books shown. At the end of Book Week a contest took place, in which the competitors were asked to write a short essay on Book Week, or on the books which they had read during the week. The entries were judged, by the Library Prefect and her assistants, in four separate groups; the winners in each were: VI Forms, Maisie Howard: V Matric and V A, Ailsa Mathewson and Mary Paterson; V C and IV A, Nancy Bowman and Ogden Blackburn. Two stars were awarded to the first in each class, and one star to the second. In Miss Orbell ' s room, a special prize was offered, won by Margaret Bronson. In addition, we received many very helpful suggestions as to some new books for the Library. Everybody was asked to write down the names of books which she would like to see added to the collection, and some of the books suggested have been bought. We have been fortunate in receiving the following books for the main library : An Anglican Prayer Book, commemorating the Coronation, presented by Mrs. Edward Fauquier. Rhymes of the French Regime, presented by the author, Mr. Arthur Bourinot. Stories of the Great Opera, by Ernest Newman, presented by Juliet Alexander. Betty Arnold (nee Vaughan) has promised us a gift of books. Nightingale House presented two books on Florence Nightingale, by Irene Cooper Willis and Laura Richards respect- ively. This is a splendid precedent, and we are duly grateful. The following books have also been added to the main library: The Oxford Book of Modern Verse (second copy). Allison ' s House, by Susan Glaspell. Inheritors, by Susan Glaspell. Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze, by Elizabeth Foreman Lewis. SAMARA 37 The Story of Salisbury Cathedral, by the Reverend T. M. T. Fletcher. The Story of Wells Cathedral, by Richard A. Maiden. English Villages and Hamlets, by Humphrey Pakington. Lloyd C. Douglas is very popular in the school at present, and his Green Light and Magnificent Obsession have been purchased for the fiction library, following requests made during Book Week. A change was made during the year in the shelving of reference books, which are now kept in the Senior Form Room. Elmwood has a really excellent library, which contains a great many useful and beautiful books, and we hope that it will always be made use of as much as it deserves. As we go to press, the following books have been received from Betty Arnold (nee Vaughan) : John Buchan, Augustus; G. M. Trevelyan, History of England; Rupert Brooke, Collected Poems. These are beautiful and exceedingly worthwhile books, and we are very grateful for them. The Library Staff is as follows: Prefect Pat Spendlove Assistants Anne Bethune, Jane Smith Fiction Librarian Pat Milliken Assistant Winnifred Cross WOODLANDS REVEL A young girl of seventy-two. With hair that shone like the snows. Came wandering through the wood Where the red sassafras grows. She chewed on her winter-green A nd played on her flute; She did a blue jig With finale toot-toot. When the moon came up And the sun went to bed. She lay down to sleep With pine-cones on her head. Although she was comfortable, It is quite strange to see, She didn ' t wake up Till stung by a bee. — Nancy Bowman. Editor: — Nancy must have been reading ultra-modern verse. We hope she understands this effort. We don ' t! 38 SAMARA - — — E have been very fortunate this year in going to many concerts, and having a number of musical entertainments within the school itself. The Tremblay Concerts began with the Ballet Joos. This ballet was most beautifully produced and danced; in fact the whole performance was superb. Among the dances was the rather grotesque but marvellous ballet by Joos himself: The Green Table. The beauty and direct simplicity of the production was enhanced by the accompaniment of two pianos instead of the usual orchestra. The next event of the series was the concert of the Washington Symphony Orchestra, which everyone gre atly enjoyed. Under the direction of the vivid personality of Hans Kindler this orchestra had much to offer. Every musician followed Kindler ' s vital and strong gestures with unusual concentration, and responded to his leadership with perfect accord. Tschaikowsky ' s Fourth Symphony was perhaps most enjoyed. Iturbi, the well-known pianist, gave a most delightful concert to an appreciative audience. His rendering of Beethoven ' s Waldstein Sonata was very beautiful. Following Iturbi in the Tremblay Series came the famous violinist, Mischa Elman, whose delightful programme included Mendelssohn ' s Violin Concerto. Another fine concert was that given by the contralto, Katherine Meisle, whose interesting programme included the Aria from Samson and Delilah. Nelson Eddy was the final artist in the Tremblay Concerts of this season. He was received with great enthusiasm by all of Ottawa, not least by the Elmwood girls. Although his programme was, on the whole, light and tending towards the humourous, his best song was the touching and rather pathetic song, The Blind Ploughman. Mr. Puddicombe ' s very promising piano pupil, Margaret Abra, gave a recital at the Chateau Laurier in the early part of the year, to which the Elmwood boarders were invited. Within the school itself we have had a number of musical highlights. Miss Isabel Torontow very kindly gave a piano recital in our own hall, preparatory to a public concert in the Chateau Laurier. Everyone enjoyed this visit enormously, and wished that she could have stayed longer to play some of our requests. SAMARA 39 Miss Butler has been giving us various gramophone recitals, including Sibelius ' Second Symphony, Cesar Franck ' s D Minor Symphony, and Beethoven ' s Emperor Piano Concerto. Toward the end of May a Piano and Singing Recital is being planned by Miss Butler. Excerpts from Gilbert and Sullivan ' s Pirates of Penzance, Strauss ' s Blue Danube, Frank Bridges ' The Graceful Swaying Wattle, and others are to be sung. As always, we spent a very happy evening singing Christmas carols at Mrs. Buck ' s house, just before going home for the Christmas holidays. Mr. Buck made some recordings, which came out rather better than those of previous years. Altogether, the musical entertainments of this school year have proved most enjoyable and instructive. THE CLASSROOM CORRIDORS AT 3.30 ON FRIDAY {Apologies to Richard Aldington) Noise; Talking, shoving, running Of girls feet along the corridor going, Feet — The continual heat, monotony. In vain the low continual cry Of mistresses passing by; In vain the orders and commands Of prefects on the stand, In vain the hope of quiet — Feet; talking; A school maddened with uproar, Interminable collision of energies — Voice on top of voice; Shouts after shouts; Unheeded, impotent. In vain marks are given out All too busy to make a pout; In vain the hope of quiet given up — Prefects stop saying ' ' Tut! Tut! ' ' Noise; talking; shoving; Talking, talking, talking. — Susan Kenny, fry house, V a 40 SAMARA THE SEA Beating upon the sandy shore, The sea comes in with spin-drift hoar, It rocks the ships upon its waves, And beats amongst the rocky caves, Where people say that pirates hid. In days of cruel old Captain Kidd. Dashing against the lighthouse wall. It roars and foams through sun and squall. But sometimes still and calm it lies. Beneath the bright and moonlit skies, While people wonder at the sight. Of the calm dark sea on a starry night. SUZETTE BOURINOT, V C. A STORM AT SEA IN SEPTEMBER As the September day began to close, Over the sea a storm arose. The wind was blowing the boats about As the coast guard began his evening scout. Away in the distance we saw a boat, Struggling away till it reached its float. The fog blew in ' mid the breakers ' roar, Upon the rough and rocky shore. The sea gulls were flying above the waves, As they went to their nests in the nearby caves. And now and then we could hear a boom, As a ship nearly went to a watery doom. — Sarah E. G. Wallace, form IV A THE RAIN Fitter, Patter on the roof; Oh! what can it be? Fitter, Fatter on it goes, I will go and see. Oh! my hair is getting wet, It must be the rain; Fitter, Fatter on the tiles; Til go in again. Pat Archdale STUDIES BY SOME OF THE ART STUDENTS Oil Painting by Nancy Riley Top — Lynetle MacBrien, 10 years Middle — Ann Gladstone Murray, 9 years Bottom — Marjotie MacKeen, 6 years SELECTION OF PHOTOGRAPHIC STUDIES SUBMITTED FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHIC PRIZE SAMARA 41 -«- ITH our artistic abilities so sympatlietically guided by ■ Miss May, this has been an unusually successful year in 1 H Art. Most of us have been enthusiastic about oils, and M many interesting still life subjects have been set up in the Art Room. Our classes are so large and varied that so far it has been impossible to go out sketching. However, many fine land- scapes have been put on canvas that came from fertile imaginations. A new departure has been the unsupervised classes on Wednesday afternoons, when a great deal of hard work has been accomplished. Before Christmas the Crafts class was doing leatherwork and weaving under the expert direction of Miss Orbell. During the second term most of us tried our hands at sculpture, pottery, or basket- weaving and many very interesting results were secured. Mr. Crowson very kindly came to the school to help with our pottery. We had an exceedingly interesting visitor in Miss Shaw, who showed us the secrets of finger-painting. This is a fascinating way of painting and, according to Miss Shaw, does not require talent. (Having seen her at work, we are inclined to doubt this statement!) She gave us three of the paintings she did here at Elmwood, and so convinced us of the merits of this type of art that we are hoping to get a set of materials for the Juniors in the near future. We look forward to seeing some remarkable productions — and some much bedaubed little girls! The art display in our Christmas exhibition was considered by the visiting artists to be quite above the average for so short a time. We may thank our many talented students for drawing forth this pleasant criticism. We should also like to thank Joan Creighton for her patience in posing for what must have seemed many long hours, and also the art students for making the numerous attractive posters used on various occasions, such as Library Week; the Art Classes also supplied some quite striking posters for the Y.W.C.A. ' s Health Week in Ottawa. Miss May very kindly took us down to Wilson ' s to see an exhibition of Modern x rt. This was exceedingly interesting and did much to stimulate our interest in Cezanne, Picasso, and Renoir. Visits have also been made under Miss May ' s guidance to the Art Gallery, where we saw the older paintings of El Greco, Raphael, and Rembrandt. On the whole this has been a most enjoyable year for the art students, and, we hope, equally so for Miss May. 42 SAMARA Officers for 1937-38 Hon. President Mrs. Buck President Cairine Wilson Vice-President Rachel White Secretary Miriam Cruikshank Assistant Secretary Jean Workman Treasurer Alison Cochrane Sports Betty Hooper Dramatics Sylvia Smellie NiNi Keeper Ottawa Representatives Audrey Scott Cecily Sparks Peggy Law Montreal Representatives Jean Heubach Ann Coghlin Toronto Representatives Marian Ellsworth Mary Kingsmill ' EVERAL of the Old Girls have been married this last year, I amongst them, Catherine Dougherty to Neil Ramsey of I Edinburgh, Scotland; Catherine Macphail to Carl Breuer, and living in Bolivia ; Letty Wilson to Dr. Francis Echlin of Montreal ; Olive Wilson to Allan Gill ; Gladys Carling to Louis Johnson of Jersey, Channel Islands; Joan Dean to Cyril Knight, of Toronto; Vals Gilmour to Ted Minnes, now living in Paris; Marjorie Borden to John Oberne, of Knoxvillle, Tennessee; Charlotte Bowman to Dr. Paul Roberts, living in Montreal. Joan Ahearn and Edith Baskerville have been in London this last winter, with Betty Smart, who, we hear, is writing a book. Genevieve Bronson passed her entrance exams to Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford, last November, and is now in residence. Joan Carling was a bridesmaid for her sister Gladys, last February, in Jersey, and has since been to London and on a Mediterranean Cruise. Rachel White spent Christmas and the New Year visiting in Bermuda. Joan Eraser and Peggy Law have gone to London, and were presented at the Court of May the 12th. Hope Gilmour has been very interested in the Drama League and very successfully played many parts. Elizabeth and Tink Kenny have spent some time in Bermuda. SAMARA 43 Katherine Inkster and Barbara Fellowes, Mary Malloch and Sheila Skelton are studying at Queen ' s University. Louise Courtney has left on a trip for England. Dorothy Laidlaw is at Margaret Eaton School, in Toronto, taking a gymnastic course. We wish to congratulate Ruth Monk on her wonderful swimming achievements, and winning a number of events at the Paramount Swimming Club meet on May 4th. Ella MacMillan is taking a nursing course in Montreal. Jean Perley-Robertson went on a West Indies Cruise and since her return has been to Boston and Toronto. Pat Macoun has gone to England. Cecily Sparks is taking a course in Dramatic Art in New York, and appeared in a play that opened in New York on April 25th. Janet and Ethel South am are travelling in Norway, France and England; the former, before she left, was an enthusiastic member of Miss May ' s art class. Nancy and Jane Toller have gone to England, and hope to join forces with the Southams in June, and then all go on a motor trip. JocELYN and June White have just come back from England where they spent two months, amusing themselves with Joan Ahearn and Edith Baskerville, who have been over there since last autumn. Alison Cochrane and Anna Wilson have been studying art with Miss May. Katherine Woods and Nancy Minnes have been in England, the latter with her sister, Norah Chisnell. Clare Borbridge spent some time this last winter in Jamaica. MoiRA Leathem is at McGill. Betty (Harris) Devlin is living at Red Lake. Isabel (Bryson) Perodeau, who was married last October, is second ranking badminton player in Canada. Good work, Isabel. Betty Gordon is at business school. Betty Hamilton is at McGill. The Executive is pleased to announce that two Dominion Government Bonds have been bought from an Old Boy, Ian Dewar. The interest on these two bonds is being used to donate a prize to the girl who best lives up to her House motto. 44 SAMARA MONTREAL OLD GIRLS Dawn Ekers took 3rd year Arts course at McGill, and became engaged to Bill Bowen of Montreal. Barbara Hampson was a debutante and a Provisional Member of the Junior League. Mary Hampson did Junior League and went abroad in April. Mhairi Fenton was a debutante and Provisional Member of the Junior League. Janet Hutcheson did Junior League. Harriet Mathias and Anne Coghlin have a studio where they study art. Anne also works in the Junior League, and was head of ' Selling Cigarettes ' for the Junior League ' Parade ' . Betty Plaunt tripped between New York and Montreal, and became engaged to Orvald Gratius, of Montreal; they are going to live in Glasgow. DosiA Bond is very much interested in photography, and had some of her work accepted in the Exhibition in the Art Gallery this Spring. Mary Lyman has done Junior League work all winter. Helen Mackay works for the League, and went down South for part of the Winter. Anna Mackay works for the League and became engaged to Jack Cundell of Montreal. Margo Graydon was a Provisional Member of the Junior League, and became engaged to Fred Heubach of Montreal. Janet Dobell took a business course and did Junior League work. Margaret (Symington) Eakin was married and went to Bermuda for her honeymoon. She is very much interested in S.P.C.A. and Junior League work. Elizabeth Symington took 3rd Year Arts at McGill, and is an ARDENT SKATER. Prudence Dawes is continuing her sculpturing, and went abroad with her Mother this Spring. Betty Brown did a splendid job for the Junior League " Parade " Fashion Show as commentator. Betty Heubach took a course in Interior Decorating. Katherine Grant was married to Ryley Daniels, of Montreal, in April. Evelyn Craig was Secretary of the Junior League. M ARGOT Seely took a Librarian ' s course at McGill. Barbara Whitley is at McGill. Pamela Mathewson is a special student at McGill. — Jean Heubach. SAMARA 45 TORONTO OLD GIRLS Debora Coulson ' s marriage to Robert White Armstrong took place on April 27th, and was performed by the Very Reverend E. Frank Salmon. Of the six bridesmaids, three were Elmwoodians: Cynthia Crookstone (Copping), Betty Flaunt, and Nini Keefer. Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong sailed from New York on a three-month trip to Italy and the Continent. They will live in Toronto on their return. Virginia Copping is marrying J. Thomas Wilson on June 11th, which is also Virginia ' s twenty-first birthday. Three of her bridesmaids are Elmwoodians: Cynthia Crookstone, Peggy Waldie, and Mary Kingsmill. They will live in St. Catharine ' s on their return from their motor trip through the Atlantic Coast States of the U.S.A. Elaine Ellsworth ' s engagement to Bill Houlton of Hamilton is announced. They are planning to be married in the late fall. Congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. George Hees (Mabel Dunlop), on the birth of a daughter in April. (That makes two future Elmwoodians ! — Ed.) Mary McGucken spent a few weeks in Toronto with Mary Palmer, Mary Baker, and Barbara Brown. Mrs. George Kingsmill (Pat Fosbery), spent the winter in Toronto. The Debs, of 1937-38 were Marian Ellsworth, Peggy McLaren, Clara May Gibson, Mona Morrow, Elizabeth McClelland, Mary Scripture. OLD GIRLS ' SPORTS NEWS Last Fall we had a very exciting basketball match against the present Elmwoodians, and only lost by one goal. Many Old Girls turned out for the game, to cheer their team on. We had, also, two hockey games on the school rink, but the present girls had it all over us, and we were beaten both times. However we had a lot of fun, and next year we hope to make better showing on the ice. How about some badminton and tennis matches next year ? — Betty Hooper, Sports. BAD LUCK " Have you tried Phillipps ' milk of magnesia yet ? " ||No! Why? " " Oh I just wondered; anyway you can ' t now because he has drunk it. — P. Archdale. 46 SAMARA ANYTHING— ANYTHING AT ALL LEASE write for the magazine " , said Pat, " Write about anything. " Now anything, you ' ll agree, is a very wide subject, absolutely limitless. One could write on a wide variety of things — on anything in fact. Anything, when you come to think of it, is a very useful little word. It is very handy when one needs a noun to finish off an extremely long sentence, and when one seems to have forgotten precisely which noun one needed, and what the sentence was about in the beginning. If said in a sufficiently learned manner its vagueness is not apparent. According to the dictionary (Concise Oxford if you ' re particular) anything is " a noun or pronoun meaning a thing no matter which or a thing of any kind " . This meaning is subject to change, how- ever, and may become much more definite, depending on when and how anything is used. When you return from a long ski on a cold day and are asked what you would like for tea, you may reply, ' ' Oh, anything at all " . You really mean, however, everything eatable in the house, and quickly set out to prove it. At Christmas time when asked the old question: " What would you like for Christmas this year, dear ? " You reply, very sweetly and modestly, " Anything — anything at all. " Anything in this case stands for that stunning evening dress you saw in the shop window last week, the new pair of fancy skates and white boots you simply have to have before the Follies, or that new set of books you ' ve been hinting about for ages. Writers of old-time melodrama made very dramatic use of " anything " . Nearly always they included an extremely romantic scene where the mustachio ' d hero spread out his clean white pocket handkerchief, and kneeling with clasped hands at the feet of the beautiful golden haired heroine, swore to do " anything, anything thou commandest me, dearest " . He really meant, " Tell me who is the villain who demands the mortgage payment (who has ruined your father, kidnapped you or stolen the family jewels, as the case may be) and I ' ll get rid of him for you " . Anything sounded so much better though ; one expected to see him climb up and unhook the moon for her. What an insignificant little word anything is, but what an immense number of things it can mean! And now, Pat, your demand, or rather, perhaps I should say request, has been answered. Anything has been written about. — Margaret Parkin senior arts — fry SAMARA 47 UN COIN CHARMANT IL est quelque part, la-bas, echelonne sur le flanc de mon- tagnes toujours blanches, ou resserre dans le creux d ' un vallon, ou encore perche dans les nuages; il est un pays charmant qui a su conserver sa couleur locale au coeur meme d ' une civilisation moderne, tendant a donner k toutes les contrees du globe un aspect unique. Ce petit coin de terre c ' est le Tyrol. Quand on franchit les dernieres passes du Tyrol c ' est comme si on entrait dans le passe. On retrouve le souvenir des empereurs d ' autrefois, dans I ' art, dans les monuments, dans le coeur meme des Tyroliens. Leur costume original aux couleurs brillantes est en harmonic avec le pays; ils sont toujours prets a faire I ' ascension de I ' un ou I ' autre de ces pics aeres, etincelants de neige sous les soleils d ' ete. Le pays entier a une allure d ' insouciante gaiete, de joie de vivre qui fait plaisir a voir. Les petites villes ont garde cette atmosphere semi-tranquille, semi-affairee qui repose de I ' activite bruyante des grandes metropoles. Les trottoirs etroits sont converts d ' arcades blanchies a la chaux abritant de vieux hotels, de petites boutiques, des marchands de fruits et de legumes. Au-dessus de presque chaque porte se balance une enseigne de fer forge aux armes de la famille. II n ' est pas rare non plus d ' entendre venant d ' un de ces hotels, une musique entrainante accompagnant des danses rythmees et bruyantes. Chez ces tyroliens en culottes courtes a la demarche allegre et jeune, au rire franc et joyeux, au visage tout plein de I ' air vivifiant et rude des montagnes on trouve un certain raffinement d ' esprit et de goOt, resultat d ' une vieille civilisation. Serait-on jaloux de ces petits peuples heureux ? ou est-ce une loi de la Monotonie qui veut que tout se ressemble ici-bas ? Serait-ce au nom de ces deux fatalites que I ' Allemagne s ' est chargee de conquerir le Tyrol, pour en faire sans doute un pays tristement banal, qui ressemblera a toutes les campagnes, a toutes les villes avec un esprit qui sera celui de tout le monde. Adieu done, joyeuses chansons, costumes pittoresques, jupes brillantes, petits chapeaux verts. S ' il le pouvait, Dieu sait, si Hitler n ' essayerait pas aussi de raser vos montagnes! Claire Raymond, senior arts, fry. 48 SAMARA ' ' MIDSTREAM " By Helen Keller [ OESPITE her terrible handicaps Helen Keller has written this book in such vivid flowing language that one can feel the very life that pulsates in the veins of the author. Everywhere her limited yet tender real enjoyment of life is evident, but often one perceives with a pang that her vocabulary had had to be diverted into different channels from that of the physically normal human being. For example, one often comes across a phrase Hke " I could not feel the golden sun " , or ' ' could feel the crowd around me " . In spite of the predominating note of tender happiness, a bitter undertone can sometimes be felt. Miss Keller often mentions how miserable it makes her not to be treated as an ordinary person, and how very happy she is when included in the conversations and lives of others. Her sad despondence at not being able, after many lessons with eminent teachers, in particular Mr. White, to make an audience understand her talking is pathetic. In a life so cut off, the great friendships of men like Mr. Clemens and Dr. Bell stand out like lighthouses in the sea of light. Always Miss Keller is telling of her struggle for greater knowledge, her difficult years at Radcliffe, a college that at first did not welcome her, and her correspondence with others, who like her see their duty to God and man in helping the blind, deaf and dumb. Mr. Carnegie, Mr. Chaplin, Mr. Ford and others have all welcomed Helen Keller and brought light and happiness into her life. I was amazed to read of how very much she could enjoy beautiful scenery, and also how she could listen to the violin of Edwin Grasse entirely through her fingers. Her impressions of life in the country and in great cities such as New York are invaluable and vividly interesting. In her deprived body the sentiments of love and tenderness towards her family and others are so strong that it makes the reader ashamed to be so unappreciative of his own unimpaired senses. Cut off from others, the doubts, fears and scepticisms that we all experience are greatly magnified, a nd are poured out in blood and tears onto the open pages of her wonderful book. All through ' ' Midstream " is heard the voice of one crying, not pitifully, but courageously and imploringly out of a darkness whose profundity is impossible to realize. — Maisie Howard. SAMARA 49 YOUNG FU OF THE UPPER YANGTZE " By Elizabeth F. Lewis HE very title attracted me, stimulating in my imagination the picture of young China, as it must have been before the hideous wars of today. Young China battling, not against actual men, but against Old China, trying to probe deeper than their ancestors into the whys and wherefores of their numerous traditions and quaint customs. — Or perhaps it was not so! Perhaps the young merely acquiesced and followed the intricate pattern of life laid down for them by their forefathers! — This was the question which immediately rose to my mind. Taking Young Fu from his shelf, I began to read, seeking an answer to this question ; as I read many others of my half formed questions found satisfaction as well. I found a China, not only of temples and gardens, but of trade and commerce, riches and poverty, grandeur and squalor, as well as ancient rites and rituals. This delightful novel by Elizabeth F. Lewis tells the story of a young country lad who comes to the crowded city of Chungtrese, his father being dead and his fields ruined by the soldiers, to be the apprentice of a coppersmith of great repute. Incidents are very cleverly woven one into the other, each little fact giving the reader a slightly deeper insight into the heart of, first, that Ancient China which accepts the " Dragons " and ills which their needs must bring, and secondly that younger China ready to learn, eager to break down the barriers of superstition which so completely surround them. There is this deeper side to the story, — there is another; excitement and laughter, danger and the subtle humor of the Oriental mind, are there. It is all these characteristics which go to make up a book of suprising pleasure and interest. Light reading ? Yes! but none the less enjoyable. Before I opened the book it was suggested to me that the style perhaps was a little too childish, that the book was one for quite young readers — if that be so, (though I choose to disagree) then I must be a very young reader for I am sure that many people would find great enjoyment if they would step from the level of beautiful, but deep, literature, just long enough to read this delightful book: — Young Fu of the Upper Yangtze ' ' . 50 SAMARA HANDWRITING VERYONE has her own way of judging her friends. One very interesting way is by interpreting handwriting. This fascinating subject can be looked at in two ways: ' for the details, or for the general appearance. The detail writing is the formation of the letters: are they formed carefully, carelessly, or hurriedly ? Take for example the letter " t " ; it can be made in many ways and has many meanings. The bar crossed to the left of the stem indicates procrastination; a short stroke to the right, temper; a long thick stroke to the right, sustained temper; and one above the stem shows a day dreamer. These are just a few of the many significations of the letter ' ' t " . The slant of writing is also very informing. People who write straight up and down, are cool and collected. They do not let their emotions rule them. They are the kind that never lose their heads in a crisis. The more writing slants, the more affectionate a person is, and the more her emotions rule her. Very slanting writing shows a person inclined to hysterics and possessing an abundance of sympathy. The other aspect is the general appearance. If a paper is tidy, the writing heavy, with big spaces between the words, and all the letters, including capitals, the same size, you may be sure that this person is tidy and modest, generous and very emotional. Thus handwriting is an extremely informing and interesting subject. It provides enjoyment for those who can read it and for those whose handwriting is read. — Margaret Main. vi upper, keller SPRING spring has once more come again y And flowers bloom in every lane, The birds are flying overhead, The squirrels are waiting to be fed. The sky is once more very blue, And birds are singing songs to you, The maple trees are being tapped, And everything in spring is wrapped. The sun is flooding every nook, The frogs are chirping in the brook. The trees are budding in the wood, Fd love to go out, — how I wish I could! — Gave Douglas, B. Black, FORM V a SAMARA 51 TOC H QOTWITHSTANDING that many members of the Circle of the Lamp left school last year, a large number have joined to take their places. The Elmwood Circle greatly appreciates having two of the staff, Miss Neal and Miss Moore, as members. They have been a tremendous help to us. We should like to thank Miss Butler for her kindness in playing the Hymn of Light at some of our meetings, and Miss Martin for her help with the books for the Lady Tweedsmuir Libraries. Mrs. Buck has again honoured us by being President, and, having met interesting Toe H members and visited All Hallows, the Church of our leader Tubby Clayton, while in England last summer, was able to give us a much clearer view of the aims and traditions of the movement. In May, Mrs. Buck, as a member of the Regional Council, attended the Birthday Festival of the Eastern Canada Region of Toe H. She brought back a most stimulating account of the meeting and the play, which has renewed our sense of being a part, however small, of a great fellowship which is quietly and unassumingly seeking to bring about a real understanding among men and women of every part of the world. Our meetings are held at school every second Friday evening. During these gatherings the girls play games, sing and discuss the important events of Toe H. Often the Log, the Journal, or other Toe H papers are read. After the meeting a member lights the lamp, then reads the prayers. We are very much interested in Lady Tweedsmuir ' s Prairie Libraries, and have again been instrumental in collecting a con- siderable number of books from the girls in the school. We were thrilled by an invitation to tea at Government House in December, where we were most graciously received by Her Excellency, and enjoyed a most delightful afternoon. Mrs. Pape and Mrs. Killick showed us the conservatories and other parts of the house. In November Miss Leslie Bell, a volunteer nurse in Saskat- chewan, paid us a very welcome visit. She gave a very interesting talk on the terrible conditions of the drought area, and left with us the names of four girls who live in the small town of Truax. They have had very few advantages, but are struggling to put themselves through school. They are most ambitious; one hopes to become a nurse and the others have equally well-defined aims. Several members have been corresponding with them; the letters have proved interesting and have also shown us vividly the 52 SAMARA conditions under which the girls Hve. Sometime after Miss Bell ' s visit a small collection was taken to be sent to her for the purchase of a year s supply of books for one girl. We are all keen about photography, particularly so since Mr. Rowley Hooper so kindly came to explain all the intricate parts of a camera. We are now able to take a more intelligent interest in this hobby, and are grateful to him for his talk. Another interesting evening was afforded by Miss McLean, the school nurse, who gave us a practical talk on First Aid, which should prove useful in the future. Throughout the year Toe H has played a large part in the members ' lives. We have tried to capture something of the inspiration and thought that lie behind Toe H ; learning the Hymn of Light and reading the literature have greatly helped us. Plans for next year are already taking form and we hope that the movement will continually grow in strength and good-will for many years to come. To the members who are leaving Elmwood let us express our hope that they will carry on in the spirit: — To think fairly. To love widely. To witness humbly. To build bravely. THE STREAM Onward rolling over pebbles , Under a beautiful greenwood tree. Just like the singing of old iron kettles As I go onward to the sea. Through big meadows, under bridges, Under maples, oaks and pines, In the corn fields, under hedges, Past the college with the vines. The jays and the partridges The pheasant and the dove Sit on the trees and on the bridges To watch me from above. I move along towards the sea, A nd grow wider as I flow; I pass a town and soon I see The first glimpse of my home. J. Edwards, Form HA SAMARA 53 THE WORLD ' S A STAGE X COULD not sit at home on such a night. The London air was thick with a wet heavy fog that clung around street lamps and sank lazily into the gutters. Great gusts drifted against my face, blinding me, but with a friendly bhndness. It was as though the fog was an indescribable bond that united all the different, antagonistic and widely divided classes and people in London. As I walked toward the embankment I realized what an un- earthly stillness lay over and about everything. The birds had retired early, weary of trying to brighten a day so gray and dreary, and had fled at the first opportunity. Above the black indistinct hulks of buildings, the rosy glow of the city was absorbed by the soft fog. Near the river the gentle lap of the water against the shores of the embankment came like music to my ears. The street lights were scarcer and a dull gray enveloped everything. I leaned up against a wall and gazed out over what would have been the Thames had it not been a beautiful gray-black nothingness. A solitary lamp bravely tried to conquer the darkness, but succeeded only in spreading a dull yellow circle around its base. The dim figure of a boy stumbled into the arena of light. His face was white in the darkness and his broad shoulders shook convulsively. Beating his strong fists against his brow, he leaned against the wall next to the water. A sob rent the air, freezing it for a moment. As though trying to comfort him, the fog came closer about him, caressing his fumbled hair and cooling his head. " I can ' t do it! I can ' t! " he cried. ' But poor Sis! Poor Sis! " Again silence laid its restful hand on the scene. An obscure figure, he leaned despairingly against the wall. Another silhouette, hard and huge, loomed into the light. The voice of the latter cut the night. " You poor coward, John! You didn ' t dare! " His clenched fist cut across the boy ' s shoulders. " A sorry man you ' ll make! " Thrusting him away desperately the youth glared back. ' T couldn ' t, darn you! I couldn ' t! " " You ' re nought but a sick dog! " the other snarled. " You ' re afraid to kill him. What about your sister ? Poor little girlie, " he gloated, " When she dies then you ' ll be sorry! " " She won ' t die! She can ' t! I love her — God — " " There ain ' t no God! She ' s sick, ain ' t she ? and she needs that medicine, don ' t she ? " The other nodded, then blurted out — " Well, why should I kill a man for you ? You ' re the coward! " Anger gave him strength. " Don ' t say you ' re being kind to me; you are a devil. To give one money to kill your man! And then to think I could buy medicine for my sister with that money — with blood-money! God would never save her. Buying her life with the blood of a guiltless man! " He turned away sharply. " Never! Never! " 54 SAMARA The man laughed a coarse, cruel laugh. " Well, let her die then! Why should I care. " He took the youth by the shoulders and shook him roughly. " And don ' t think you ' ll get the money out of me except by killing the man I told you about. There are plenty who want to do the job and they ' ll get it! " With a last sneer he added a " Coward!! " that whipped the air and he strode out of the light. For a long time the lad stood immobile. The fog surged about him. The soft lapping of the river seemed to grow louder as though trying to drown his sorrows. Far away a steam whistle echoed in the fog. A few of the lights faded. The sound of running footsteps broke the silence and a little boy, puffing and excited, rushed along the road. Seeing the solitary man in the light, he stopped. " John! " The lone figure turned. " What ? " his voice sounded hollow and sad. " Your little sister— she— " " Don ' t tell me! I can ' t stand it ! I can guess " . He buried his face in his hands. The little boy continued. " It ' s not what you think — She ' s better. She ' s asleep. She ' s getting well ! ! " So saying he rushed back again into the enveloping night! The youth stood quiet. He bent his head into his hands, and I saw the tears in his eyes. Without a sound he walked away and the gentle fog swallowed him up — for ever. And so I turned my footsteps homeward, a silent observer of one of the world ' s many dramas. — Maisie Howard senior arts — nightingale THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS It was a cold and frosty winter nighty The snowflakes fell in the dim moonlight, The wind went howling through the trees And the snow rose up to our very knees. The spirit of Christmas was everywhere , Here was a wreath, and some holly there, Some homes were rich, and some were poor, But all had a tree from the edge of the moor. The children peep out from the window sill, While the stockings hang waiting, which Santa will fill, And later when all is as still as a mouse. He will come down the chimney and into the house. —Sarah E. G. Wallace, Age 14 KELLER — IV A SAMARA 55 A TRIP TO THE ROOF OF THE WORLD LA PAZ, BOLIVIA CRANSFERRED to La Paz! So far away— so high up! The thrill of adventure took possession of me. Think of living more than two miles above sea level ! The " Santa Maria " steered her course out of the harbour of New York. As the lights of the great metropolis grew dim we turned our faces and our thoughts toward our new post — high up in the Andes — where an old world lay waiting for us, full of romance and mystery. Down the east coast of North America, through the Panama Canal, ahd south again along the west coast of South America, with stops at Cristobal, Panama City, Buenaventura, Guayaquil, Callao and Lima. Guano birds, pelicans, flying fish, and a whale were new sights. Two weeks at sea and we docked at Mollendo, Peru. A launch came out to the ship. We scrambled down the unsteady steps of the gangway and into the launch — no mean feat — because one minute the launch was level with the platform of the gangway and the next at the bottom of the swell several feet below. When we reached the cliff at Mollendo an old wooden armchair was lowered into the l aunch by means of a crane and donkey engine. I was pushed unceremoniously into the chair and up I went with several stevedores clinging to the rungs. Carl followed in like manner. One lap of our journey lay behind. A day and night in Mollendo in a primitive hotel. Then a train journey of six hours to Arequipa, Peru, when we climbed steadily upward to 7,500 feet, through clouds that felt damp on our faces, around hairpin turns at the edges of gulleys hundreds of feet below. El Misti, the beautiful snow-capped mountain at Arequipa, appeared, breathtakingly lovely in the sunset. Two delightful days and nights in the Quinta Bates, an inn famous for its charm all over South America. We left Arequipa by train at ten o ' clock on a Monday night and by three in the morning had reached an altitude of 15,000 feet. Early the next morning we left the train at Puno and boarded a steamer to cross Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world. We passed the Island of the Sun and Moon, where the ancient Incas worshipped these deities, and saw the Indian balsa boats, made of reeds, which are still used on the lake. At night we reached Guaqui and remained on the steamer until the next morning, when we took another train for the last stage of the journey. And so, three hours later, we peeped over the rim of the altiplano and saw La Paz nestled in a cup-shaped hollow a thousand feet below. Lost Horizon in very truth! La Paz has a larger population than Ottawa but mostly Indian. The streets are paved and very clean. There are many fine houses with beautiful gardens. The houses now being built are very 56 SAMARA modern in design — in strange contrast to the Indian hovels. All the houses are made of adobe bricks with a facing of cement or plaster. There is no fire department and fires are practically unknown. Native costumes are still worn by the Indians. The women wear voluminous skirts of brilliant reds, yellows, blues, and purples, which swing as they walk rather like a kilt. Their shawls are of a contrasting colour. They have long black braids of hair and perched on top grey derby hats with undented crowns. Most go barefoot. They are ever industrious. While selling fruit or vegetables or walking along the streets they are spinning wool into heavy yarn by a hand device. They carry their dear little brown babies on their backs. The men wear dull, ragged knee-breeches and ponchos usually of dark red or brown. They wear curious knitted caps with ear flaps and sometimes a felt hat on top. Those who are not barefoot have sandals made of used motor-car tires. There is a great demand for second-hand tires on which the treads are still good. The brilliant colour of these costumes adds much to the picturesqueness of La Paz and the roads outside the city. Herds of llamas are driven through the streets, carrying llama dung which is much used for fuel because wood and coal are so expensive. Although the Indians carry great weights on their backs, the llamas carry only a hundred pounds. If they are overloaded by ever so little they calmly sit down or eject from their mouths a dreadful smelling fluid. Although the Indians and donkeys are bowed by centuries of toil and hardship, the llama still holds his head high. During fiestas, or festivals, the Indians give themselves over to dancing and music. They play banjo-like instruments made of the shells of armadillos. Their reed instruments are of two kinds — one the flute and the other a pipe of several tubes of varying lengths bound together. These pipes have the same piercing sweetness described by Elizabeth Barrett Browning in The Great God Pan. Their thin minor notes rise in the air full of melody. Then there is the drum which throbs in the stillness and awakens some- thing primeval in the heart of man. There is always strong bright sunshine here even during the rainy season and the sky is a brilliant blue. Flowers grow all year round. There is no central heating but grate fires and electric heaters are necessary all the time to keep houses warm enough. To relieve the dryness of the air we have a humidifier going constantly. Thieving is rife and all houses are surrounded by walls with locked gates at the street. On top of these walls people plant cactus or stick broken glass upright as a further deterrent to pilferers. The " altitude " is the chief topic of conversation with new- comers. It is the scapegoat which takes the blame for everything. One lady told me that she used to have a wonderful memory but SAMARA 57 that up here she " can ' t remember a thing " . But all joking aside, the altitude is something to be reckoned with. Those who have suffered with the mountain sickness ' soroche " can testify to that. The symptoms are a severe headache, nausea, pains throughout the body, pumping heart, difficult respiration, and with it all a dreadful sensation which has to be experienced to be fully com- prehended. But one soon learns what to do and what not to do and after a period of acclimatization even tennis and golf can be played in moderation. The following are interesting and amusing facts about the altitude: 1 . Golf balls go further. 2. Tennis balls bounce higher. 3. Fountain pens leak when subjected to much change of altitude up or down. 4. Some American matches light with difficulty owing to lack of oxygen. 5. Cooking takes much longer because water boils at a lower temperature. Pressure cookers are useful. It ' s not a bit of use to say that you want an egg boiled for three minutes because it would be practically raw. 6. Cuts and wounds take longer to heal. 7. Pneumonia patients are always rushed down to a lower level. 8. It costs more to stand up in the open air vestibules of tram cars than to sit down inside, because little unknown passengers are apt to be transferred from one person to another in the crowded seats. The best plan is to avoid trams altogether. I had my first airplane flight two months ago in a fourteen passenger Panagra Douglas DC2 plane, which in these altitudes never carries more than four passengers as a safety measure. We were up 22,000 feet and after two hours flying had to return to La Paz because of bad weather. For high altitude flying planes are equipped with oxygen tanks and each passenger has a tube which he controls himself. Flying is much appreciated here where travel by train is slow and inconvenient. The journey from Lima to La Paz, which took nine days by train and boat with stopovers necessary for connections, was accomplished by air in five hours. Such comfort and convenience is enough to make anyone air-minded. There is so much left untold — of our life here which is full of interest and happiness; of charming and intelligent people; of sight-seeing excursions ; of tales of ancient days and strange customs ; and of Illimani, snow-covered and regal, at which we look so many times a day and marvel at her ever-changing beauty. But this is the land of manana and those other things must wait for another day. — Catherine Macphail Breuer. American Legation May 1938 LA PAZ, BOLIVIA 58 SAMARA THOUGHTS OF A GIRAFFE IN THE ZOO I AM going to tell you about a giraffe, a friend of mine who lives at the zoo. I used to go to see him often, because he was very lonely, with nobody to talk to him. One day, about three months ago, I went to see him, and he seemed so thoughtful that I asked him what he was thinking about, and he said : " I am thinking of my home in South Africa. The great big jungle, and the rivers that flow through it, the huge trees, and the swamps. Oh! if I could be free again, I would show you how lovely it is. " I am thinking of my cousins and wondering where my mother and little sister are. They may be dead or caged in like myself, with no big lovely jungle around them, nor its shade in the heat of the day, no clear rivers to swim in when they are feeling hot, no places to hunt for food, no dangerous things to watch out for, no friends to speak to, and no vines or bogs to be careful of. " Oh! to have somebody to talk to all day long! I think sorrowfully of the day when I did not obey my mother and run. But I was so nicely interested in these strange beings, that I did not run and was caught. " Two days later when I again visited him I saw a stranger with him. " Who is this? " I asked. " This " , said my friend proudly, " is my dearest cousin. Three weeks ago she was caught as I had been. " We are going to have a bigger place now, with trees, and a big pool in the middle of it. I am so glad " ! he cried, and he danced a jig. — E. Edwards, nightingale, V c THE TREASURE BOX There is a box, oh, very old, In our attic, so I ' m told. It is filled with many things — Lockets, bracelets, queer old rings. Old Aunt Sarah ' s billowing dresses, A curly lock from Grandma ' s tresses, An old pound note from England merry, A quaint little dress, red as a cherry; These and more a hundredfold Are found in this box so very old. I hope someday that I may see These things that have been described to me, —Mary Osler, Age 13. Fry— IV A SAMARA 59 FLIP OF THE COIN ON a warm, dusky evening in August, two young officers of the sixth division of the Bengal Lancers settled down on the verandah of the Peshawar barracks, to enjoy their after dinner coffee, and a long talk of home. The division had come down the day before, after two months ' strenuous duty in the hills along the Afghanistan border. Border raids had been frequent, casualties many, and the division was ready to make the most of its well-earned rest. The two tall, dark Englishmen, their faces tanned and rather weather-beaten from the harsh winds and burning sun of the hills, were Captain Brownly and Lieutenant Parker. Parker began the conversation. " Well — just two more weeks and I ' ll be setting off for England and two months ' leave. " ' ' Lucky chap! I wish I were going with you! " " The three years have gone quickly enough, but I ' ll be glad to get home. Cool, green, leafy lanes, soft, gentle showers, warm sunshine — oh, it will be great after India ' s hot, burning sun, torren- tial rains, bitter wind and snow. " " Stop, you ' re making me homesick too! But tell me, aren ' t you bringing a wife back with you ? " " That ' s right. Mary is dark-haired, beautiful, very clever, and she has been waiting for me three years. Come to think of it, six weeks to-morrow is our wedding day. Wish me luck, old chap! " " I certainly do, Parker. " Just at this moment an orderly came up to the men, " Captain Brownly, the Colonel wants to see you and Mr. Parker at once. " " Right, I wonder what ' s up, Parker ? " When the two officers entered, Colonel MacKay laid aside the despatches he had been reading. " Good-evening, gentleme n. Sorry to trouble you at this hour, but there ' s some urgent business that has to be attended to. Let ' s see — vou ' re off on leave in two weeks, aren ' t 3 ou, Parker ? " " Yes, sir. " " Well, you ought to be back by then. " " W e ' re taking a trip, sir ? " said Brownly. " Yes. The Khan we ' ve been fighting all summer, has suddenly decided to make peace. He wants us to send a couple of represen- tatives up to discuss the treaty. We don ' t exactly trust him. This peace business seems to have come up very suddenly — it may be a trap. I don ' t want to trust to interpreters, and, Brownly, you ' re the only man available in the division at present, who can speak the Khan ' s tongue as well as a native. Parker is to go with you, and you can take your batmen, but no one else. Your journey through the Khan ' s country ought to be safe enough ; he doesn ' t dare let anything happen to the King ' s representative; but there are bandits in the hill country. We don ' t want to send a large force; it would take too long and might antagonize the Khan. Four of you can travel faster and the risk will be no greater. You are to leave tomorrow. " 60 SAMARA ' Would anyone be interested in securing the treaty ? " asked Brownly. " Yes; there are several other governments who would be most anxious to see the treaty, and neither side wants the exact terms to be known. Despite all our secrecy, we know that news of the treaty has leaked out somewhere. Besides, the jewels and other good- will gifts the Khan will probably send back with you will be a temptation to all the hill bandits. " Then followed a long discussion as to routes, treaty terms and means of getting help if necessary. Finally the Colonel said: I think we have discussed the trip from all angles. You ' ll have plenty of time to go over the details on the up journey. Is there anything I ' ve left out ? " " I don ' t think so sir, " replied Brownly; " we ' ll be off at day- break tomorrow. " " Very Avell. Good night, gentlemen, and good luck! " " Thank you. Colonel, and good-night. " As they walked back to the barracks, Parker exclaimed, " Hurrah! Even a visit to that sly old dog, the Khan, is better than the boring routine of barracks. " " I should say so. Well, good-night. I ' m going to tell Corporals Bertram and Hawkins to pack our kits. See you in the morning! " Seven o ' clock next morning saw the two officers, followed by their batmen, jogging along the road out of Peshawar toward the hill country. The Khan had been notified of their coming by a code message, and was planning a great welcome feast which, in the eastern fashion, would last several days. The return journey would take another three days, possibly four. On the whole, the journey would take about ten days, and Parker would have plenty of time to catch the boat. Nothing unusual occurred on the first two days of the trip. They camped at night beside mountain streams, and resumed their journey at dawn. They arrived in Lanur on the afternoon of the third day, and were received in state by the Khan. During their stay, he treated them very courteously, as most distinguished visitors. He arranged hunting trips, entertainments, and banquets. Peace terms were discussed, and finally agreed upon. The Khan presented them with a gift of precious jewels for the Great White King, and finally, after four days at Lamur, they set out on the return trip. The route they had chosen was longer than the previous one, but through more open country, where there was less danger of an ambush. The long Kemur pass was the danger spot, and they entered it late in the afternoon of the third day. They had left off their uniforms soon after leaving Lamur, and were dressed as ordinary civil servants or white visitors, returning from a hunting trip in the hills. They were riding along briskly, anxious to be out of the pass before dark. Suddenly the heavy silence of the deserted pass was broken by a wild shout, as about thirty Afghan tribesmen, some mounted SAMARA 61 and some on foot, appeared, apparently from nowhere. They had been hiding behind large boulders, in crevasses, and on ledges up the steep, but broken, walls of the pass, waiting to surprise the four travellers. Brownly quickly saw that, a short way ahead, the pass narrowed and turned a bend. " Hurry! " he shouted; ' gallop around that bend, and we ' ll be able to hold them off while we make a plan. " They charged through the tribesmen in front, shooting as they went. Once around the bend, they dismounted and crouching back against the wall, or lying behind boulders, fired on the pursuing tribesmen. The latter soon ceased their attack. " They ' re planning a new attack probably, in which case I ' m afraid we can ' t hold out long, said Parker. " There ' s only one thing to do, " said Brownly. " See that tribesman who fell a few feet in front of us ? You must put on his clothes; since you speak the language a little, you ' ll be well enough disguised if you meet any natives further along the pass, and ride your horse as hard as possible out of here, taking the treaty and jewels. We ' ll hold the bandits off long enough to give you a good start. " Parker protested, saying that Brownly should go (Bertram had a bullet in his leg and Hawkins did not know the route). Brownly only answered: " You have someone waiting for you back home, and I have no one dependent on me. " Finally they agreed to toss for the one to remain, and Brownly produced a coin. " Heads " , he called. " Tails " , said Parker. Brownly tossed; it was heads! " Hurry up and get into that Afghan ' s clothes, Parker; they ' ll attack any minute now; it will be dark in an hour or so. " " I ought to get to the Uimba telegraph outpost in about six hours. There ' s bound to be a small detachment there and we ' ll come back for you. Try and hold out till dawn. " Parker was soon ready. He made a perfect tribesman, dressed in the dead man ' s clothes, and with his face darkened by rubbing dust on it. The two friends had just wished each other luck when the first wild yell of the attacking tribesmen was heard. Parker jumped to his horse and was off. The three left behind fought bravely, but it was a hopeless attempt. First Bertram was killed, then Hawkins ; finally, Brownly, out of ammunition, was taken prisoner. Of the thirty tribesmen, however, only six remained. They searched Brownly, the two dead batmen, and the saddle bags, but failed to find the jewels or the treaty. Very angry, they turned their attention to their prisoner. " You have killed our comrades " , said the leader in excellent English; " you must die! " 62 SAMARA " Very well " , replied Brownly; " if my death will settle the score for all we have killed, I ' m ready; but I have loved the daylight; let me live till sunrise. " They agreed to his request, and Brownly, throwing aside the useless revolver, climbed the broken side of the pass. As he sat on a ledge, facing the east, he did not see the rough, rugged landscape round him, the dark Afghan tribesmen at their camp-fire below, or the deep blue, starlit sky above. He saw instead his beautiful home in an English village. It was spring, and in the orchard nearby the cherry trees were in blossom. Their sweet fragrance drifted in through the open- window of his room. His room, filled with all his boyhood treasures — the sports ' trophies upon the mantel-piece, his first cricket bat on the wall. The sunshine came streaming in, and shone on his bookcase of favourite books. He sat at his desk in the window, and, gazing out, saw the broad acres of his father ' s estate — the rolling lawns, the well-kept hedges, the meadows of tall waving grass, the scene of many a boyish adventure, and in the distance the river. He had passed many eventful days on its waters — days filled with fun and laughter and days not so happy. He saw, too, his school, and later his college with its stately red buildings. He thought of all his many friends, scattered now in the far corners of the world, many of them near the top of the ladder to success and fame. Yellow streaks began to appear in the eastern sky. The great red sun jumped up, predicting a glorious day to follow. Brownly rose and climbed stiffiy down to where the tribesmen were making ready to depart. He stood at attention, his back to the cliff, his eyes straight ahead. A single shot startled the clear morning air. When, an hour later, Parker arrived with the detachment from Uimba, he found the bodies of his three companions, lying just where they had fallen. In Brownly ' s pocket, Parker, searching for papers and other possessions to send his friend ' s father, found the coin they had used for tossing — it was two-headed. Margaret Parkin, senior arts, fry. CHICKENPOX When I was sick with chickenpox, I had no end of fun I sewed and knit and read a lot And kept all on the run. Now that I ' ve had the chickenpox A nd enjoyed it very much I really do not think Fd mind The measles, mumps or such. —Mary Osler, IV a SAMARA 63 ON TEACHING BABY TO FISH HRE you all ready, Baby? I ' m going to push off. Now sit still and don ' t keep standing up. One of these times you ' re— Baby! SIT DOWN— and STAY THERE! ! While we ' re going across the middle of the lake you pick up the fishing-rod and- -NO — NOT by that end — the other one — .Oh, here, I ' ll do it! Now, from the tin right under your seat — not that one — that ' s our lunch — the other little one. That ' s right — now from that little tin — YES, that one, fish out a worm. No, don ' t pour them all out! Oh well, you ' ve done it now — . Now, put them back — there ' s a good boy. . . . Look, there ' s one crawling over your shoe, and here ' s another coming towards me. Got them all ? Now then, take ONE out and hold onto it until I ' ve got the hook ready . . . Baby, WHAT have you done with the hook ? Do you mean to tell me that you ' ve lost it ? You do realize, do n ' t you, that we need the hook before we can catch any fish } Oh, so you have got it ? Well, give it to me then and — Baby, have you still got that WORM ? . . . Baby — where are you ? Come out from under that net — You were just following the worm were you ? You ' d better give THAT to me too. Alright — now watch me while I put the worm on the hook. — What are you looking for ? the worm ? I ' ve got it here. Oh, another one. Well, I imagine it can take care of itself! Here — here ' s the rod — all fixed up. Yes, that ' s the worm. The hook? Well, it ' s underneath. Yes, that ' s right — Baby leave the poor worm alone! It ' s wiggling because it ' s still alive! ! Now, put it into the water and let the reel out. The reel is where all the string is — Yes down there. Well, why don ' t you hold the rod ? What ' s the use of having one if you just dangle the — BABY! ! For heaven ' s sake don ' t do that — you nearly fell in. If you want the worm, pull the string up, don ' t go in after it! ! Look Baby, — there ' s a fish. Put your line down and stop chattering just for a minute — There now — be very quiet — Shhhhh ! do you see it ? LOOK — it sees your line. Now — just wiggle the worm a little bit . . . .Oh — Baby! LOOK what you ' ve done — ! Stop screaming — I ' ll get it out — Just a minute — Keep still — I know it ' s cold, but if you must give it such a jerk — Now sit down! the hook ' s caught on the inside of your shirt . . I ' ve nearly got it — Ahhh — . Stop hanging over the side of the boat. Look out, you ' re going to sit on the hook — Baby, SIT DOWN! ! NO DON ' T, the hook ' s caught in your pants. Turn round — alright — I ' ve got it. What on EARTH did you do that for? Now we haven ' t any more worms for fishing! You saw a fish and he looked hungry — ? That ' s a fine thing to do. Really, Baby. BABY — BE tAREFULL— OHHHHH Baby come backl !! Well, now that we ' re both soaking wet — we ' re going home. What ever possessed you to fall in anyway ? You were watching the fish and it swam under the boat ? Well, that ' s no reason for you to try! ! Now SIT DOWN! and don ' t you DARE MOVE ' till we get home! ! ! — Susan Edwards— Keller 64 SAMARA FRAGMENTS— FROM THE SUPPER TABLE Sue K.: ' ' Oh— wasn ' t the History test awful ? " Glo. : ' ' Yes! I ' d be happier if I could forget it . What are we doing on Saturday ? " Lane: " Hooray — it ' s sausages tonight! " Smitty: " Can you smell me? — I spilt my perfume all over! just to please you! " Joan D. : " And do you know what she said then ? Councillor: " Shhh! Keep it down, eh ? I ' m getting dirty looks from the prefects! BETTY MASSEY!! " Anne B.: " Oh, Smitty — don ' t! (Tee, hee, hee — What a cure!) " Maisie: " Hey Maggot — Shall we have a second? This isn ' t very fattening. " Main: " No, I don ' t Hke this — you can ' t have any more, Maisie! " Massey: " Hey — don ' t you want a second? Well, get one anyway and I ' ll eat it! " Be A B. " Well, you know, we might go ski-ing and we might not; but I hope we go to a movie. Do you think they ' ll take us ? " Sue K. : " Not likely — too many colds. Anyway if it ' s nice I ' d rather ski. " Winnie C. " And do you know what I got taken off for? Pound! ! After all, I hadn ' t seen the book for a week! " Ace: " Why not tell her ? She ' ll let you off. " Riley: " Hey— Ace! Oh, it ' s O.K.; I ' ll tell you after! " Lynette: " Pat! Come and play ' horse ' in the hall after prayers. I bags the first! " Joyce T.: " Have you done anything for the mag. yet ? " Claire: " No — I have to wait for an inspiration! " Joyce: " Me too. But I never seem to get any! " Joan D.: " Yes — And they ' re going to New York; I hope Mum gets the dress I told you about. " Milly: " Will you go for a walk with me tomorrow ? " Spenders: " No— I don ' t think I shall ! " Joan D.: " You know — I was talking to Kay today. Yes — I was practically in the infirmary — but of course I had chicken-pox only last year — . Well anyway she said — buzz, buzz ! You know, honestly ? You won ' t tell, will you ? " Claire R: " A w w w — I don ' understan ' ! Where is my prunes ? That is how you say that — yes ? " Milly: " I haven ' t read my paper yet — I feel quite un- educated. I had a music lesson this afternoon, and when I was going up town ! " Spenders: " Well — you don ' t say! Who ' d ever have thunk it! WHY don ' t those councillors sit one at each end of that table ? SAMARA 65 What do they think they ' re there for anyway ? (My Stars, Minnie!) Miss Neal quietly: " I am sorry, but there is altogether too much noise. What is it you want over there ? More bread ? " Frightened Soul: ' Is Mrs. Buck in the house ? You know, there ' s kind of a draft! How about shutting the doors ? " Susan Edwards, keller, V matric. A LESSON IN COURTESY ONE rainy day Granny and I were looking at the old family album which, bound in black leather with well worn brass corners had an old-fashioned comfy air. The first page contained a large picture of the Queen and Prince Albert with the Royal Family, and, on turning the page, one saw a portrait of greatgrandfather, a rather stern though handsome man. There were photographs of grand ladies in flowered bonnets, little boys in blue velvet and lace with golden curls, little girls with lace pant- legs showing below their dresses, and gentlemen in frock coats and top hats. One old gentleman I noticed particularly because of his fluffy, white sidewhiskers, stiff collar and stock, and kindly smile. I asked Granny if there was one of her lovely stories about him, and she said, " Certainly, my dear, and if you wish I ' ll tell it to you right now. " It was the year after the Great Exhibition when people came from all over the world to see the wonderful Palace built entirely of glass in Hyde Park. The worthy old gentleman, Mr. Hogg, whose picture you see before you, was in charge of all the minor repairs about the Royal Palace. One day, as he was mending the lock of one of the doors leading into the Royal Apartments, Princess Alice, who was ten years old, came running down the stairs and said mischievously, ' Here ' s old Hogg mending the lock ' ! " Nobody knew how the Queen came to hear of it, but the next day, Mr. Hogg was summoned into the Royal presence, and found the Queen looking very much annoyed, with the naughty princess standing on her left. " T hear the princess has spoken rudely to you ' , said the Queen, ' and I wish you to remain here until she has apologised ' . " Mr. Hogg stood silently on her majesty ' s right — a quarter of an hour passed — half an hour, another half hour and the hour struck. Slowly another hour dragged by and well did Mr. Hogg remember, to the end of his life, the pattern of the carpet — buff on rose — and he had by heart the basket of wax fruit which stood under a glass case on the table nearby. Finally the princess gave in and said, I am sorry, Mr. Hogg ' . " — Phillida Whitby, V c, fry house. 66 SAMARA A QUEER DREAM ©ARBARA had such a queer dream last night. She had gone to bed rather early, having sat downstairs before that with her parents and her older brother John. Then towards the morning she began to dream. She found herself out in the country alone, on the top of a mountain. Then the wind began to blow, quite suddenly, and there appeared before her a brilliant figure, so bright and dazzling that it almost blinded her, clad from head to foot in sparkling armour of pure gold. In its left hand was a shield that shone so brightly that Barbara could see her face in it, and in its right hand held above its head, was a golden sword set with jewels. This queer spectre did not say a word, but motioned for Barbara to follow. It led her up to what she thought must be the top of the world, and as she gazed down below her, all at once millions and millions of soldiers appeared, all upon horses, and dressed magnificently in silver. Their swords and helmets flashed in the sun, and, what Barbara noticed most, each of them was carrying a different flag — flags from every country in the world. She could plainly hear the trumpets blowing, and the mad rush of horses ' hoofs, ringing through her ears, like the sound of water roaring in untamed fury out to sea. Then suddenly the sun disappeared, and it became dark and grey all over. Streaks of lightning lit up the black sky, and crash after crash of thunder rent the air. The multitudes of men down below began to fight each other, and before long dead bodies were lying all over the field. The next thing Barbara knew, was that she was awake, and that her Mother was sitting by her bed. " John has been called to the war, dear " , she said, gently. Pamela Booth, form IV a, nightingale house. AN ENIGMA My first is in Boy, hut not in Girl, My second ' s in Flag, but not in Furl, My third ' s in Dollars, but not in Bank, My fourth ' ' s in Manners, hut not in Swank, My fifth ' s in Mind, hut not in Thought, My Sixth ' s in Learn, but not in Taught, My seventh ' s in Trouble, but not in Peace, My eight ' s in Go, but not in Cease, My ninth ' s in Gallon, but not in Quart, The answer is the name of a popular sport. Answer — Badminton — Gave Douglas, form V a SAMARA 67 TO SAILING The shock of water, The feel of sand, The rise of waves, The dip of land; The swirling tide, The changing sea. The bright-capped tips, The wind to lee; The flap of sails. The craft that leaps. The feel of salt, The ropes in keeps; The slap of breeze. The swoop of gulls. The whirr of wings. The strain that dulls; The distant shore. The slipping ' round. The strain on tiller. The course straight bound; The glare of sun. The hand for shade. The rise of spray. The hues of jade; The turn well made. The delight to race, The desire to run. The infinite grace; The rope recurled. The bay regained. The sail refurled. The joy retained. — A. Mathewson V MATRIC, — NIGHTINGALE THE LOST BOY HERE was once a naughty little boy who thought he would like to go out alone in the forest. ' So the next day he started out on his long journey as he called it, and it certainly turned out to be one. First of all he saw a little stream and he thought it would be nice to have a swim. Well, he swam for a long time and he got very tired so he got out of the stream and lay down under a tree that threw big shadows over the water. When he woke up it was pitch-dark and he could hear the owls hooting and the whip-poor-wills crying out and all the forest was still except for the weird noises. He tried to go to sleep again, but he could not; he lay awake for hours and hours, it seemed to him. But suddenly he saw the dawn and the sun begin to come up over the hills. He got up and started to trudge along to try to find his way home. He found a little dog; the dog knew how to get him home. When the dog got to his own home the little boy found out that it was where he lived. When he got into the house he told his parents that he would never run away again. (And he never did). — Jessie Gilmour, Age 11. KELLER IV A 68 SAMARA {We have very graciously been given permission to print some extracts from letters written by Miriam Cruikshank to her mother. Mimsie is now in Chile, as Secretary to Mrs. Norman Armour.) SOUTHWARD HO! On the boat, April. At Salaverry we had a wild trip ashore in a tender. The sea was very rough, and we had to be taken from the tug to the dock in a chair that was worked by a crane. I was scared to death. However, we ' re all back safely and I have seen Salaverry, so I will never have to do that again. Lima was loads of fun. It is a beautiful city, and I met friends there and had dinner at a lovely home. Yesterday I was the bridesmaid at the wedding on board ship of the U.S. Military Attache in Santiago, and Mrs. Brown, who came down on our boat. Today we are at Mollendo, an awful place with nothing to see, so I am not even going to get off, as it is another port where one disembarks by tender, and there is a bad swell. April 7th. We arrived in Valparaiso yesterday, and after getting forty-eight pieces of baggage unloaded from the boat we started for Santiago in a special car on the train. It is a three hour trip and one of the most beautiful I have ever taken. On arriving at the station here, the " chef de protocol " met us, plus members of the Embassy. The wife of the head butler is my maid. She is sweet but speaks only Spanish, so conversing is a little difficult! The boat trip down really was wonderful. I can ' t tell you anything about Santiago as I haven ' t even tried to find time to explore yet, but from what I have seen of the park in front of our house, it looks very nice. Certainly it should be from all the wonderful reports I heard all the way down on the boat. The day is gorgeous and the flowers are heavenly. April 12th. We are really settled now. I have a lovely room, and my office is a combination of sitting- and working-room with a lovely balcony off it. It is really impossible to describe this town to you. It reminds me quite a bit of Italy. It is full of narrow alleys and attractive grilled doors practically on the sidewalk with beautiful houses and gardens behind. The people we have met so far are most attractive, although the names are really beyond all imagining. The wife of a man keeps her name as well as her husband ' s, and their children take their mother ' s name as well as their father ' s. Slightly complicated, to say the least! [We quite appreciate Mimsie ' s remark, ' ' Why all these Chileans have to be related to each other, is more than I can see! " — Ed.] We haven ' t yet had time to start Spanish lessons, but will probably start right after Easter. I am learning " un pocito " as I go along, and can make myself understood when I have to with the servants and sales girls, but as to carrying on a conversation, it is impossible. People are being awfully good to me and including me in all invitations. Today we had luncheon with the Brazilian Ambassador. He has a beautiful old house and garden. It is SAMARA 69 supposed to be the loveliest house in Chile, and I think it is the loveliest I have ever seen. I have dined twice at the Union Club, the men ' s club of Santiago, where the food is simply delicious. The air is very dry, and the weather very clear. It hasn ' t rained for six months, yet all the grass is green all over the town. That really is a mystery. The coloring of the flowers is beautiful and vivid. We have an enormous purple bougainvillea growing over our front wall that is simply unbelievable. The leaves are beginning to fall, however, and nights are very cold, so everyone is appreciating the sun while it lasts and beginning to talk of skiing. Yesterday I went shopping and had a terrific time trying to buy chintz. No one understood the word " chintz " , and I had forgotten to find out the Spanish word before I started. It really was a funny sight, I standing firing every word I could think of at the poor salesman, and he looking perfectly blank. Finally I hit on the word " cretonne " . A ray of light dawned. He beamed and said, " Oh si, cretonna por las cortinas " . I was then led to the chintz counter. I give that example simply to show you what an adventure it is to do anything in a strange country. We haven ' t joined any clubs yet, but will soon. There is a new very attractive country club, " Los Leones " , which is set in the foothills of the mountains and looks very nice. It has golf, swimming, and tennis. The sunsets on the mountains are simply marvellous, especially as the mountains are all dirt with no vegeta- tion on them, and the high ones have snow-covered tips. The colours are all pinks and purples therefore. The reception last Wednesday really was one of the most amazing I have ever seen. Three hundred people, most of whom I had never seen before, came piling into the Embassy. They really were an extremely good-looking crowd of people and most of them spoke French or English. Those that didn ' t, I used my best Spanish on, and if that failed, I simply pointed in the direction of the dining-room and said, " en otra sala, comer " . That seemed to be enough. The reception invitations were marked from seven to nine, but we sat down to dinner, or rather supper, at eleven o ' clock, the last guest having just left. The weather is simply beautiful. It went down to thirty-five above zero the other night, and everyone nearly died. They say it hardly ever gets colder than that. Today I was roasted outside in a sweater and skirt. The houses are cool, however, and I am certainly glad we have central heating. It must be very un- comfortable without. I have just finished reading Elizabeth Fry, and loved it. If Elmwood hasn ' t it, I wish you would be good enough to get it (and give it in my name). May 4th. The Minister for Foreign Affairs from Argentina has been here for the last few days. Last night they had a " baile " for him at the Union Club, and everything was done to make it the affair of the year. Everyone went in their Sunday best, and I must say, they are all too good-looking to please me. Smart as they can be, with beautiful hair and skin. I am afraid the compe- tition is pretty keen! 70 SAMARA A BOARDER ' S FIRST LETTER HOME Elmwood School, Sept. 16th, 1938. DarHng Mummy: I have only been away at school for a week and it seems like years. How I wish I was at home! At school you are always obeying bells — one rings and you go there, another rings oh dear. I don ' t think I ' ll ever know what they are all for. I can get my matric just as well at the school at home; won ' t you please take me away from here ? The maple trees along our drive will be turning red now and — oh Mummy please, please take me home. Marg. P.S. — We are allowed out every third Saturday but won ' t you please come and see me sooner ? It is so far away. ONE MONTH LATER Elmwood School, Oct. 16th, 1938. Dear Mother: I am in an awful rush as I have to go to handicrafts. Tomorrow, being Saturday, we are going swimming at the Chateau and are going to have tea in the cafeteria afterwards. It is going to be oodles of fun. Monday we went and saw a French movie called " Le Mauvais Gargon. " I went with Alice. Neither of us understood very much but we got the general drift. There goes the bell for handicrafts. Love, Marg. P.S. — I think next Saturday is our out Saturday but when I find out I will let you know. — Susan Kenny, fry house Did you ever see a cross road in the country ? Did you ever see a bell hop in a hotel ? Did you ever see a candy box in the house ? Did you ever see a boxing match at the Auditorium ? Did you ever see a pillow slip under the bed ? Did you ever see a garden walk in the summer ? Did you ever see an ocean wave at night ? NoRAH Lewis, fry — V a SAMARA 71 HOW THE BLUEBIRD BECAME BLUE HERE was once a bird who went up into the sky. The others wondered where he had gone. One morning, it was a lovely summer day, Peter and his other friends flew away. In case you do not know who Peter was, well, I ' ll tell you now. He was the one who could fly up into the clouds in a very few moments. The one that got lost, his name was John. He was in the sky so long that he turned the colour of the heavens. That is how the bluebird got its name. — M. Blackburn, form II b TALE OF A CONTRARY STUDENT rose one morn at six o ' clock And with my foot clad just in sock I tiptoed down past ' ' Grandad Clock ' I thought Fd like to study. It seems that I was doing wrong; My French was going like a song, — didn ' t go far very long, — Miss Brown came to my study! ' ' What do you mean, " she sternly said, " By rising early from your bed? Return at once! " I quickly fled. ' F was not the time for study! But later — in the afternoon, I felt like reading " Lorna Doone " , But teacher would not grant this boon — " Don ' t waste your time, hut study. " At four o ' clock — ' most time for tea, A n inspiration came to me About my comp., but then, you see, ' Fwas time to walk, not study. Fhat night, just after study bell I had a lovely tale to tell. But dear Miss Brown my zeal did quell, — " Please take a mark, — and study. " It seems to me that every time I find a fairly decent rhyme I never seem to have the time. And so I write in study! — Jane Smith, keller, VI matric. 72 SAMARA SOMETHING TO LAUGH AT Grampa is not very good at remembering movie titles, so when he said he was going to see " So What And The Seven Little Men " , we knew he meant " Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs " . — Gaye Douglas AUTUMN When the leaves are softly falling, Wafted by a gentle breeze You can hear the swallow calling To his playmate in the trees. So they leave us now till Springtime, Down to the south they fly. Winging with the other birds In small black clouds across the sky. Now the snow is gently sifting Covering all the earth that sleeps On the fields so newly planted Piling high in great white heaps, — Betty Massey, fry house, V c WINTER When all the birds have flown away And Bruin has gone to bed Then old man Frost comes out one day Making your nose so red! The hills are covered with snowy down ( With skiers here and there) And children ' s voices make the sound That rings and fills the air. Down by the park on the frozen ice Are skaters large and small, Green hats, red hats everywhere Grandpa ' s gayest of them all! Now the sun has gone to rest And snow begins to fall So let us think of Him who made It lovely for us all. — Betty Massey, fry house, V c SAMARA 73 SPRING Now old man frost has gone away. The April showers are falling, And soon the maiden known as May Will come a ' calling. The flowers hear the heralds now And mother earth is all a ' quiver; The daffodils will shortly bow Their heads that shiver. The Easter Lily will soon he here To tell us the glad tidings Of Him who came and gave His life For us and to the world. — Betty Massey, fry house, V c A TRENCH RAID ' AT, drink, and be merry, men, for tomorrow we die! " shouts one of the soldiers. There are four young officers in the dugout, eating their evening meal. They appear to be enjoying them- selves. But if one observes them closer, a certain tenseness is noticed. " One hour to go! " There is a pause. Each man has for a moment a far away look in his eyes. Then comes a period of much laughing; so that they may not cry ? The youngest man excuses himself and walks into the inner room. He picks up a pen and a piece of paper; then goes and sits on his bunk. He can hear the voices of the other men. He writes a few words. It is the beginning of a letter to his people at home. At further sounds of merriment he stops. He thinks: " In two hours it will all be over. We have come through together so far. This is a bigger raid than we have made before. It has been carefully planned and no doubt will succeed. I wonder — " Just then the senior officer called : " Time to get up, boys. Zero hour in five minutes. You ' ve had your instructions; you know what to do. Good luck to you! " An hour later three officers returned to the dugout. But the letter was never finished. — Muriel Inkster, nightingale, V matric. 74 SAMARA A DAY AT ELMWOOD ' ' Getting up early! ' ' Cold in morning Late very nearly — ' ' One more warning! ' ' Breakfast over, Beds we ' re making, Songs we ' re singing. Walks we ' re taking. In to prayers, Up to work, Down to recess. " Another mark? " Then to lunch, " The noise is rising " . " Silence, please " . It ' s not surprising. There ' s the hell Can you hear it? I guess I ' m late — " I didn ' t hearit!(?) " Now more study — What a bore! " May I practise? " " Yes, shut the door ! ! ! " In to supper. Birthday Tea! And I ' m reducing — Woe is me! Prayers and study. Then to bed You ' re on duty, Sleepy head! " Finally To restful bed. And restless room-mates I do tread. Eleven-thirty: " Good-night all " No response. And asleep I fall. Tea at last. " Kay — Where ' s the mail? " " None for me? ! " This is wors ' n jail! Editor ' s Note: — The author must have been thinking of a concert night ! Susan Edwards, keller — v matric. HOW THE ROBIN GOT ITS NAME ONE day a little Robin was flying about outside and he spied on a windowsill a lovely pie just put out to cool. The little Robin said to himself, " Here is my break- fast " . So he flew to the windowsill and began to peck at the crust. Soon he had finished all the crust ; he did not eat the pie for the taste was not good to him. When the little old woman came to get her pie she found that all the crust was gone, and the Robin was gone as well. So she said, ' That little bird should be called a Rob-in. " And that is how the Robin got its name. — M. Bronson, form I SAMARA 75 ON SERIALS IGHT here and now may I state my case; I think that there should be some law against serials (not cereals, though that could come later). Why, the harm caused by them is incalculable! " And there he hung over the cHff, only his belt caught on a twig saving him from the sure death which must follow were he to hurtle to the depths below. " To be continued. Think of the divided feelings there will be between the people of our country — Will Ranger Rob be able to climb back to safety ? All our senses shriek yes ! ! But as he has made so many perilous escapes already, the optimists among us cry out " Never, never, let him die the death of a hero! " And thus they contend, one against the other, and when eventually (as always happens) Rob is rescued, there rises that worst of all possible probabilities — Someone will say " I told you so! " " Tarzan was leaping from tree to tree, seeking with utmost effort to reach the lad before the fatal blow should fall. Would he be in time ? " And thus one is left in a suspense so terrible that a weak heart may even break under the strain . . . Why, it is murder ! ! " Sheela came towards him as he stood in the garden, the light from the full moon streaming down and filling the place with a glorious radiance. Dan knew that she would give him his answer tonight, but her eyes disclosed nothing. She came very near him and said quietly " Continued next month. And the awful part is that there is nothing one can do about it. One can of course finish the story in one ' s head — but how unsatisfactory — after all, the writer or composer of that specially annoying piece of work is surely able to finish his own work, but just between you and me, I think that that is just what happens; they run out of ideas, as I am now doing — Never to he continued ! I — A. MaTHEWSON, V MATRIC. HOWLERS Our store of knowledge has received some remarkable additions this year. We print a few of the more interesting ones: 1. People who live in glass houses don ' t take baths. 2. A lunatic is a reptile. 3. Who sups with the Devil drinks with the Lord. 4. Mme. Curie was a French woman behind her man. 5. He was precocious and graduated at Cambridge. 6. A pikeman is a fishmonger. 7. Old Mr. Higgenbotham died respectfully in bed. 8. A laughing jackass is a fish. 9. Ballistics means doctoring feet; or dancing. 10. Philately means bone-setting. 76 SAMARA SUNSET Looking far into the west When the day is done; When the Farmer wends his way To his home at close of day: There rests the glowing sun. It throws a lovely crimson glow Around it far and wide; Upon the grass, upon the trees, Upon some homeward buzzing bees; The sun he soon will hide. The northern star has come to life Close to the crescent moon: Lovely red and blue and gold, God ' s wondrous works made manifold; It all will fade so soon. Juliet Alexander, keller house VENI VER! Springtime hail! Evasive season! Tell me is there any reason Why should I, And all about me. Strain and long For sun so strong; Or Southern wind that could excite thee! Springtime come! Elusive weather! Could you please inform me whether Icy winds, And slushy snow Frosty bonds On languid ponds Will stay forever — or will go? Winter hence! 0 frigid climate! Don ' t you really think it ' s time it Turn ' d quite warm? And birds long dumb Should come and sing And new buds bring? Again I beg thee. Springtime, come! — Maisie Howard SAMARA 77 MR. BROWN ' S EARS OLD Mr. Brown had a bad habit o f listening to everybody ' s conversations, whether they were meant for him to hear or not, much to everyone ' s annoyance! As his telephone was on a party line at his house (old Mr. Brown lived in the country) he would pick up the receiver and sit by the telephone all day, listening to what the people were saying. He was very, very curious, you see, and he wanted to hear what people had to say about him. He had been sitting so long one day, listening to the telephone, that he felt his ears getting bigger and bigger, but he kept on listening as he thought it was all his imagination. After a while, as it was very late, the people didn ' t ' phone anymore and Mr. Brown decided to go to bed. When he was brushing his hair that night he felt two little things sticking up out of his head, like donkey ' s ears. He looked in the mirror and much to his astonishment he saw that his ears had grown just like donkey ' s ears. He decided that he would go to bed and see if they were all right by the morning. When he got into bed he found that it was very uncomfortable to have donkey ' s ears. After a long time he fell asleep. The next morning when he woke up he found his ears had not changed. He grew very worried. He felt that he could not possibly go out in the street with ears like that! Why, everyone would laugh at him! He stayed in the house all morning. When the afternoon came he grew very anxious as his ears were still the same. That evening, when they had not changed, he decided he had better go and see a doctor in the city. It would be better to go at night because then no one would see him and laugh at him. He took the ten o ' clock train and to his pleasure there were very few people on the train and there were no people in his car. When the ticket-collector came for his ticket he stared very hard at Mr. Brown, but he did not say anything. So Mr. Brown arrived safely at the doctor ' s without too many embarrassing moments. The doctor said he would have to cut the ears off. He did so and it hurt very much. The doctor told Mr. Brown that it had happened because he had been listening to the telephone too much and it had strained his ears. This certainly taught Mr. Brown a lesson and he did not listen to conversations he was not supposed to hear. — Joan Creighton, IV a, keller house. 78 SAMARA THE FATE OF STUFFY JONES To eat in school is really had For teeth of growing girl or lad; ' Tis wrong that a continuous crunch Should drown each lesson after lunch, The scent of peanuts fill the room, And shells require the useful broom. Stuffy Jones as you can see Was just as fat as he could he; On her knees the teacher used to drop And heg and implore him please to stop. He ' d pause to laugh at her, and then Munch peanuts just as hard again. This greedy hoy had a very sad fate. From stuffing peanuts early and late. When feeding the hears at the London Zoo They ate his nuts and Stuffy too! The hears you see were not to hlame For thinking ' ' Planters ' ' Stuffy ' s name. — Mary Osler, Age 13 Fry— IV A First verse quoted from text. TOO MANY CANDIES Boys and Girls please take heed. And he careful of your greed. Or else you ' II find out much too late, A tummyache will he your fate. Mary Smith was one of such She always used to eat too much; The teacher used to scold and say, ' ' You ' ll come to reason soon I pray " . But Mary only ate the more. And soon was rolling on the floor. She held her tummy and confessed. That grownups always knew the hest. Here, my children, is a tale, So take notice and don ' t fail, Rememher this hefore you eat. And mayhe you ' ll refuse sweetmeat. — Ann Perley-Robertson, fry V c SUZETTE BOURINOT, NIGHTINGALE V C SAMARA 79 HOW THE SUNFLOWER GOT ITS NAME ONCE there were some people who worshipped the sun. They were getting tired of looking at its brightness. So one day the head of the tribe said, " Surely our God will send something down on earth so that we may not be dazzled by its bright light. Men! let us pray to him for our need. " A High Priest came out and said, " The Sun God says you must go and look for it. I shall go with you. " When the speech finished all the men ran out of the gates. They hunted everywhere but could find nothing. At evening they came back. " We could not find anything " , they told their leader. Just then the High Priest came in and said " Follow me " . He led them to a yellow flower like the sun but not as dazzling. " This is our gift " , said the High Priest. " The brown in the middle resembles our tribe and the yellow our God. Let us call it a sunflower, " they all exclaimed, and it was so. That is how the sunflower got its name. — Ruth Osler, form H a THE MOST POETIC (OR PATHETIC) TIME OF YEAR Tis Springtime and the shiny roads Do chortle down like amber streams; Down to the gutter sandy loads Are swirled and swept while sunlight gleams. The snows, so lately fluffy white, Deflated now by driving rain, Are grey and shrunken, no more bright, Blue shadows, valiant, strive to reign. The sky, which was before a blue A s cold and hard as sheets of steel. Has softened to a deeper hue And o ' er it baby spring-clouds wheel. The water, dripping from a ledge, Forms coloured daggers of pure light. A robin in a cedar hedge Shouts out his chorits of delight. (The usual spring poem this, Which springs from poets ' hearts in spring And drags them from a deep abyss. I don ' t know why I wrote the thing.) — Jane Smith, keller, VI matric. 80 SAMARA IN DAYS TO COME GAN you picture Kay Warner ' s name blazing in coloured lights at one of the entrances of London ' s largest theatres ? The most marvellous actress — known worldwide — reserved seats $2.00. She will leave Elmwood, go to London (having obtained her London matric, we hope for her sake) and take a dramatic course. Inside of three years she will be very well- known as said above. Marjorie MacKinnon will be giving us lessons on how to show expression when we speak. (Isn ' t that what you got the Public Speaking medal for, Marjorie ?) I can hear Margaret Parkin telling us in our history class when Napoleon was born and died and all his life history. In about two years we will all be busy reading Dorothy Wardle ' s book called " The Art of Punning And How To Conquer It " . She will still be keeping up the usual. " See the latest fashions at Saxes, Fifth Avenue, New York. Most exquisite gowns worn by Miss Winsome Hooper! " This will be plastered all over the papers. We hope Winnie will not still be having as much trouble with her hair. (Some gentle advice, Winnie ; when you become a mannequin remember you are showing the latest style of dresses not of hair. By that I mean you need not change the style of your hair E-V-E-R-Y week.) After having graduated from Oxford, Pat Spendlove, when she is not writing poetry or trying to keep physically fit, will either be in the hospital with injuries from her latest aeroplane accident or trying to convince her flying-instructor that she is not cross-eyed and does not need glasses and can see the tops of trees and barns, etc., perfectly well. I assure you no offence is meant and if you feel like wringing somebody ' s neck please do not come to me but go to your fellow prefects because each helped me with the future of the other. — Susan Kenny, Va — fry house SAMARA 81 ON LEARNING ONE ' S PART By Jenifer Y, but I am sleepy. O well, I guess I must work. Ill Blue book . . . Lines of letters supposedly making 1 words. " Oh, Jenifer, Jenifer, wherefore art thou, Jenifer ? " No.... No...., that isn ' t right, but it sounds well just the same. Who wrote that ? Keats ? No, surely not. Oh, I know, it ' s fairly safe to say it must have been Shakespeare or the Bible. It is wonderful how easily I can learn things! Now for example I can recite ninety-six — or is it ninety-seven ? — lines of Milton ' s " L ' Allegro " . " Hence vain deluding joys, the brood of folly " — No! no! that ' s something else. Oh well. . . back to Phillpotts. . . Funny name that. Fillpots. Fill what pots ? Flower pots ? Certainly nothing so conventional. Anyway, let ' s drop the subject... What in goodness ' s name would you fill them with ? Soup ? No, that wouldn ' t do, it would run out in a puddle on the floor. Oh, speaking of puddles, Mummie just bought me a new puppy — ...Maisie! Puleasel ! ! ! Your part: " Mary, my brother Arthur ' s widow; well, you can ' t ask me to fall on her neck, Tom! " Maybe I ought to repeat that before I go on. You know they tell me that all the great actors and actresses stand in front of mirrors to say their parts. . . I really must ask Miss Eason if that ' s true. I think I ' ll try it though. " Arth ur, my brother Mary ' s widow " — Golly but I have a funny face. . . I wonder what I ' d look like if I screwed up my eyes like this. Cute, eh ? Oh, there I go again with that obnoxious word — " eh " . When I came to Canada I swore I ' d never associate with anyone who said it but that made it difficult because I just hate going around all by myself! And now I say it — so undignified!. . . My part... Where did I get? I remember — " widow " ... I know that part well — I ' ll say it over once more... then... go to sleep. " Mary my brother. . .neck ' s Arthur, you can ' t well expect me to slip on her widow, Tom. " It ' s a cinch, I tell you, this business of learning one ' s part. I know mine perfectly now — . . .Anyway I ' m sleepy and I probably won ' t be in it ' cos I ' m getting chicken-p.o.x Maisie Howard senior arts — nightingale 82 SAMARA POPULAR SONGS OF ELMWOOD ' ' September In the Rain ' Boarders Got A Ticket Back To Jail. ' ' In The Still Of The Night ' ' You Can Hear The Rats Truckin " Wake Up And Live ' If This Is Life I Want To Die. " A Study In Brown ' ' , Every Sunday. " One Song, I Have But One Song " . There Is No Place Like Home. " True Confession " . Now Girls, There is No Use Beating Around The Bush. " Lovely To Look At " . But Have You Seen Her In School? " Where Are You? " Doing A Detention. " Once In A While " . Boarders Get To A Movie. " I Double Dare You " . O.K., Here Goes! " Would You " — Take Ching Around The Grounds. " Who Knows " — Where My School Pin Is? " May I With Your Very Kind Permission " Carry Your Books? " When A Maid Comes Knock! Knock! Knocking! " At Seven, squeak! goes the Window. " Time On My Hands " And Bells In My Ears. " I Dream Too Much " . My Report Will Tell You That. SAMARA 83 " Slap That Bass ' ' Or get a Practice Mark. ' Blossoms On Broadway ' ' . Crocodile On Buena Vista. ' Whistle While You Work " . And Try To Get Away With It. ' ' No! No! — They Can ' t Take That Away From Me " . The Box Is Going A round For Lipsticks. ' Yours A nd Mine ' ' . May I Have The Curlers To-night? — Joyce Tetley — nightingale Claire Wilson — keller V c HOW THE ROSE BECAME RED gEARS ago the roses were yellow and white. They were very proud of their colours. Once upon a time there was a rose who was very beautiful ; she lived in a castle garden. Every one admired her and she was growing more vain every day. Her colour was yellow and very pretty. Now in the same garden there was a little white rose, and nobody ever said it was beautiful. One day the little princess came in to the garden and said to the little white rose, ' What a pretty rose; I do wish father had more of them instead of those ugly yellow and white ones " (the yellow rose looked the other way). The white rose blushed so red it could not get back its lovely white shade. The people after that always asked where the King got the red rose. But the little red rose never got proud. And that ' s how the rose has its red shade as well as being yellow and white. — J. Edwards, form II a Miss Tipple: — " Girls, who owns this travelling clock? It ' s been going around the school for weeks ! ! ! ! " 84 SAMARA OTTAWA, ONE HUNDRED YEARS AGO ONE hundred years ago Parliament Hill at Ottawa was called Barrack Hill. This hill, as we all know, rises steeply from the Ottawa River and looks north across the river to the Laurentian mountains. At the time of which I speak, Barrack Hill divided Upper town from Lower town. Upper town lay to the west of the hill out along Wellington street. Lower town lay to the east across the canal and along Rideau and Sussex Streets. The whole hill was sur- rounded by a log fence which made an arc to the south. A carriage road ran outside this arc and joined Wellington street with Sapper ' s Bridge at the Canal. South of the carriage road was that marshy and wooded stretch of land which has become centre town of the Ottawa of today. The barracks was a one-storey stone structure built on the highest part of the hill nearest the river and surrounded by a palisade of cedar pickets. Close by were the officers ' quarters and the guard house. The area between palisade and outside was pasture land for the horses and even cows of the military establishment. Can you imagine Barrack Hill of the time with a Union Jack flying over the barracks and the red coats of the sentries passing and repassing on their guard duties ? Can you not see a mounted officer galloping across the pasture land ? More or less straight across the pasture from West to East ran a foot-path, which you reached by climbing over a stile at Wellington street and left by climbing over another stile at Sapper ' s Bridge. Citizens were allowed to use this foot-path as a short cut between Upper town and Lower town rather than the longer carriage road outside the grounds. This path was a favorite one for evening strolls. Can you call to your imagination this early By town, a town of perhaps fewer than two thousand inhabitants ? This was the Ottawa of a hundred years ago. — Gave Douglas, form V a — keller SAMARA 85 86 SAMARA AVTOGRAFUS— Continued SAMARA 87 88 SAMARA SCHOOL DIRECTORY Tv r n jj v Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. MRS. C. ti. l ucK— jj ggj gj g. Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. THE STAFF Miss B. Adams — 68 Fairmont Ave., Ottawa. Miss M. Butler — Gartrey, Horsham, Sussex, England. Miss B. Eason — Boundary Oak, Wallis Road, Waterlooville, Hants, England. Miss G. Estrup — 89 Yates Street, St. Catharines, Ontario. Mademoiselle Y. Juge — Metis Beach, Quebec. Miss M. F. Martin— 11120— 97th Street, Edmonton, Alberta. Miss H. M. May— 434 Elm Avenue, Westmount, P.Q. Miss A. MacLean— 576 Huron Street, Toronto, Ont. Miss E. M. Mills— 363 Island Park Drive, Ottawa. Miss C. Moore — 125 Acacia Avenue, Ottawa. Miss K. Neal — 66 Crawley Gardens, Palmers Green, London, N.13, England. Miss D. Orbell — Pentlow, Oxlea Road, Torquay, Devon, England. Miss M. Powell — 52 Delaware Avenue, Ottawa. Miss D. Rosier — Newport, Nova Scotia. The Very Rev. E. F. Salmon — The Deanery, 436 Sparks Street, Ottawa. Miss D. C. Tipple — Westfield School, Cob well Road, Retford, Notts., England. Alexander, Juliet Elizabeth — Box 12, Burlington, Ont. Archdale, Patricia June Helen — Ashbury House, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Aylen, Priscilla — 91 Cartier Street, Ottawa. Baker, Nancy Isobel — 44 Jackes Street, Toronto, Ont. Bethune, Anne — Berkenfels, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Black, Beatrice Elizabeth — P.O. Box 246, Buckingham, P.Q. Blackburn, Alice Frances Ogden — Blackburn House, Box 232, Ottawa. Blackburn, Mary Lennox — Blackburn House, Box 232, Ottawa. Booth, Pamela Evelyn — Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Bourinot, Ruth Suzette — 202 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Bowman, Nancy Ann Elizabeth Haddon — 446 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. SAMARA 89 Bronson, Margaret W. — 725 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Bryson, Jeanne — 256 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Creighton, Catherine Joan — 325 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Cross, Winifred Marian — 655 Victoria Ave., Westmount, P.Q. Daniels, Margery Joan — 3250 Cedar Ave., Westmount, P.Q. Davis, Diana — Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe. DoANE, Elizabeth Nancy — 652 Rideau Crescent, Ottawa. Douglas, Gaye — 226 McLaren Street, Ottawa. Edwards, Susannah (Susan) — Roxborough Apts., Ottawa. Edwards, Mary Maxwell (Mackie) — 55 McKay Street, Ottawa. Edwards, Elizabeth Gordon — 55 McKay St., Ottawa. ' Edwards, Janet Cameron — 55 McKay St., Ottawa. Gerard, Margaret Anne — 49 McKinnon Road, Rockcliffe. German, Gillian (Gill) Anne Macdonell — 180 Howick Street, Rockcliffe. Gill, Diana Thistle — 190 Somerset Street, Ottawa. GiLMOUR, Jessie Louise — 240 Charlotte Street, Ottawa. Hooper, Winsome Joan — Selborne, 338 Elmwood Ave., Rockcliffe. Howard, Maisie— 2807, 36th Place, Washington, D.C. ♦ Inglis, Genevieve M. M. — 24 Admiral Road, Toronto, Ont. Inkster, Muriel Fairbanks — 18 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Kenny, Susan Ann — Buckingham, P.Q. Key, Marjorie— 280 Park Road, Rockcliffe. Lane, Nancy Clark — Baie Comeau, Quebec. Lewis, Nor ah Travers — 38 Blackburn St., Ottawa. Main, Margaret Buchanan — 365 Metcalfe Ave., Westmount, P.Q. Massey, Elizabeth Caroline — 34 Alexandra Wood, Toronto, Ontario. Mathewson, Ails a — 3057 Trafalgar Ave., Montreal, P.Q. Maynard, Mary Ann — 382 Mariposa, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. MiLLiKEN, Patricia Ann — 1190 Devonshire Road, Windsor, Ont. Murray, Margaret Ann Gladstone — 102 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa. 90 SAMARA MacBrien, Emelyn (Lynette) — Aylmer, P.Q. MacKeen, Rosemary Anne — Aylmer Road, Hull, P.Q. MacKeen, Marjorie — Aylmer Road, Hull, P.Q. McKiNNON, Marjorie Annette — 323 Metcalfe St., Ottawa. O ' DoNNELL, Patricia Dorothy — 29 Drummond St., Perth, Ont. OsLER, Mary Kate — 303 Stewart St., Ottawa. OsLER, Kathleen Ruth — 303 Stewart St., Ottawa. Parkin, Margaret Lillian — 290 Park Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Paterson, Mary — 275 MacLaren St., Ottawa. Paterson, Elizabeth MacBride Kerr — 275 MacLaren St. Ottawa. Perley- Robertson, Anne — 541 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Perley-Robertson, Clair — 541 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Raymond, Claire — 443 St. Joseph Blvd., West, Outremont, P.Q. Rich, Rita— 398 Wilbrod St., Ottawa. Riley, Nancy Adina — 90 East Gate, Winnipeg, Manitoba. Saunders, Diana Macaulay — 3085 The Boulevard, Montreal, P.Q. Sellers, Barbara — 12 Kingsway, Winnipeg, Manitoba. Sims, Cynthia Mary Evelyn — 46 Marlborough Ave., Ottawa. Smith, Jane Windsor — 100 Oriole Parkway, Apt. 206, Toronto, Ontario. SoPER, Barbara Joan — 203 Clemow Ave., Ottawa. - Spendlove, Patricia Allison — 323 Wellington Crescent Winnipeg, Manitoba. Stewart, Jean Elizabeth Lennsden — 42 Stanley Ave., Ottawa. Tetley, Jocelyn Penfold — 65 St. Sulpice Road, Westmount, P.Q. Wallace, Sarah Elizabeth Gwendoline — 153 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Wardle, Dorothy Hope — 320 Hillcrest Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Warner, Kathleen Beryl — The Lexington, Continental Ave., Forest Hills, Long Island, N.Y. Whitby, Phillida Wynne — 250 Manor Road, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Wilson, Norma — The Manor House, RockclifYe, Ottawa. Wilson, Audrey Claire — 3566 Peel Street, Montreal, P.Q. Compliments of OTTAWA DAIRY T W. J. JONES President CAPITOL THEATRE Canada ' s Most Beautiful Theatre You can now enjoy Sound Pictures at their best as reproduced on our new ' ' High Fidelity Sound Equipment. CECIL BETHUNE ALFRED C. BETHUNE DEWAR a? BETHUNE Insurance 304 OTTAWA ELECTRIC BUILDING Telephone 2-9409 • OTTAWA - - - CANADA A. E. MORELAND Importer of Foreign and Domestic Fruits HOT HOUSE VEGETABLES A SPECIALTY Telephone: 6-0559 120 RIDEAU STREET - OTTAWA, Canada Compliments of R. E. POWELL Grocer ESTABLISHED 1890 PHONE: OFFICE 2-2411 Corner ELGIN and GILMOUR STS. OTTAWA i ITH ' S FLOWERS FLOWER SHOP 69 SPARKS STREET Phone 2-111 S CONSERVATORIES 200 BEECH WOOD AVENUE PHONE 6-1100 Member of The Florists ' Telegraph Delivery Association Incorporated D. Kemp Edwards, Ltd. Headquarters for LUMBER, FACTORY WORK BUILDING MATERIALS EASTVIEW 6-0183 OTTAWA 8-4064 J. F. CUNNINGHAM G. DE H. CUNNINGHAM R. RUSSELL. SPARKS CUNNINGHAM SPARKS INSURANCE Representing — Mercantile Fire Insurance Co., Northern Assurance Co., Phoenix Assurance Co., of London, Eng., Canada Accident and Fire Assurance Co., Boiler Inspection Insurance Co. Phone: 2-0664 210 BOOTH BUILDING - 165 SPARKS STREET - OTTAWA LAPOINTE FISH COMPANY Wholesale and Retail Dealers FISH - GAME - POULTRY Phone 6-0221 By Ward Market OTTAWA THE ONTARIO HUGHES-OWENS CO., LTD. You are Cordially Invited to Inspect our Stock of A rtists ' Materials at any Time, • Prompt and Courteous Service is our Specialty. • An Experienced Colour Man is at Your Service, who will he only too Pleased to Advise You. 527 SUSSEX STREET : OTTAWA Telephone 6-1138 Shorts and Slacks. Clever toggery. Sports Frocks — all the winning playtime Murphy-Gambl Limited Compliments of C. H. McCREERY Grocer 40 CREIGHTON STREET OTTAWA ARMSTRONG RICHARDSON SHOE SPECIALISTS IV e are Exclusive Agents for the Elmwood School Shoes 79 SPARKS STREET Dial 3-1222 Compliments of Photographic Stores Limited 65 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA - - - CANADA Compliments of Leech ' s Rexall Drug Store 128 CRICHTON STREET TELEPHONE 6-0855 By Appointment to Their Excellencies THE GOVERNOR-GENERAL AND THE LADY TWEEDSMUIR Qompliments of an Interested Organization Keep Youinjm wtin mtin The PRODUCERS DAIRY LTD. JAS. F. CUNNINGHAM. F.C.A. (CAN.). C.A. G. DC H. CUNNINGHAM. C.A. CUNNINGHAM CO. CHARTERED ACCOUNTANTS • 210 BOOTH BUILDING - 165 SPARKS STREET - OTTAWA PHONE: 2-0664 McKECHNIE MUSIC CO. LIMITED Music and Musical Instruments 175 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA, Ontario The Bronson Company MANUFACTURERS of GROUND WOOD PULP I OTTAWA Canada Compliments of James Hope Sons • BOOKSELLERS, STATIONERS and PRINTERS Frigidaire Radios Pianos Connor Washers Iron Fireman — Even-heat Victor Records Gurney Ranges • ORME LIMITED 175 SPARKS STREET 2-4231 POWELL ' S i Cleaners and Dyers AJAf A SELECT SERVICE or ie CLASSES -4I4U Each article receives individual Your garments retain their attention newness indefinitely Separate Department mark POWELL High Class Ladies ' Tailor imported fabrics from PARIS AND LONDON 93 O ' CONNOR STREET For a First Class Saddle Horse — Call CARDINAL RIDING SCHOOL C. E. JONES, Proprietor RIDING PADDOCK IN CONNECTION WITH STABLES also Lessons Given in Riding and Jumping Telephone 6-0033 162 BEECH WOOD AVENUE - OTTAWA Birks DIAMONDS Keepsake Gifts in Birks Sterling t ' HONE HACKETTS, the SHOEMAKERS • 82 Bank Street 428 Bank Street at Queen Street at Gladstone Avenue dial 2-3709 dial 2-4700 G. T. GREEN Decorator 750 BANK STREET - - - 7-0235 Compliments of Una erwooa Elliot Fisker Limited J. J. Seitz, President J. L. Seitz, Vice-President Underwood Typewriters 135 VICTORIA STREET, TORONTO KAVANAGH BROS. 78 QUEEN ST. OTTAWA Phone 2-9651 Grocers and Importers of Quality Foods SINCE 1869 If you desire good food without extravagance then we are in a position to serve you. Compliments of N. F. WILSON J.FREEDMAN SON LIMITED H ' holesale Grocers and Troduce Merchants • ESTABLISHED 1891 43 GEORGE STREET OTTAWA, ONTARIO Our Name Stands for Quality- vx c ivTT7T7XT ND OUR PLANT IS MODERN H. S. KNEEN Man. Director AND ALWAYS CLEAN AND SANITARY We Have a Service to Suit You LIMITED BOOKSELLERS and STATIONERS • Parker and Waterman ' s Fountain Peris 115 SPARKS STREET - - OTTAWA Phone 6-0982 Night 6-6062 CRAIG WEST LTD. Florists — Corner SPRINGFIELD ROAD and RIDEAU TERRACE — OTTAWA, CANADA Kenneth A. Greene I. Perley-Robertson GREENE ROBERTSON All Lines of Insurance Government and Municipal Bonds Telephone 2-3576 53 METCALFE ST. OTTAWA, Canada Jas. R. Bennie, Manager CAMP OCONTO A PRIVATE CAMP FOR SCHOOL GIRLS (90 miles from Ottawa) • For further information address MISS FERNA GRAHAM HALLIDAY 100 Garfield Avenue - Moore Park - TORONTO Compliments of SUTHERLAND PARKINS Prescription Opticians Phone: 2-0866 113 SPARKS ST. - - - OTTAWA When the Occasion Demands Elegance the Shoes are Chosen AT THIS Shop ONE NINETY-NINE SPAR Produced hy the PHOTOGELATINE ENGRAVING COMPANY LIMITED Fine Illustration Printers without the Need of ' ' Cuts ' • QUALITY CATALOGUES CHRISTMAS CARDS PICTORIAL SOUVENIR GOODS SCIENTIFIC ILLUSTRATIONS CALENDARS, Etc. • 469-473 WELLINGTON STREET OTTAWA

Suggestions in the Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) collection:

Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1935 Edition, Page 1


Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1936 Edition, Page 1


Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1937 Edition, Page 1


Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1939 Edition, Page 1


Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1940 Edition, Page 1


Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada) online yearbook collection, 1941 Edition, Page 1


1985 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1970 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1972 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1965 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1983 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals 1983 Edition, online yearbooks, online annuals
Are you trying to find old school friends, old classmates, fellow servicemen or shipmates? Do you want to see past girlfriends or boyfriends? Relive homecoming, prom, graduation, and other moments on campus captured in yearbook pictures. Revisit your fraternity or sorority and see familiar places. See members of old school clubs and relive old times. Start your search today! Looking for old family members and relatives? Do you want to find pictures of parents or grandparents when they were in school? Want to find out what hairstyle was popular in the 1920s? E-Yearbook.com has a wealth of genealogy information spanning over a century for many schools with full text search. Use our online Genealogy Resource to uncover history quickly! Are you planning a reunion and need assistance? E-Yearbook.com can help you with scanning and providing access to yearbook images for promotional materials and activities. We can provide you with an electronic version of your yearbook that can assist you with reunion planning. E-Yearbook.com will also publish the yearbook images online for people to share and enjoy.