Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1941 ■SUCCESS IS NAUGHT: ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL " — Browning ELMWOOD FROM THE GROUNDS Centre photograph of coll is the prize photo of the year, taken by Josephine Frazier. HEAD MISTRESS Mrs. Clement H. Buck Scripture, History STAFF ,„ J. VI Upper Matric .History, Latin Miss E. M. Mills Forms jyj ' Miss M. Edgar Form VI Matric Mathematics, Science Mademoiselle Y. Juge. . Form V A French Miss M. Sinden Form V B German, French, History Miss F. L. Stewart Form V C English Miss B. Adams Forms IV A, IV C Mathematics, Geography Miss D. Cumner Forms III A, III B, II, I. Miss D. Barton Preparatory Junior School Miss H. Fischl History, Latin, French, Current Events Miss B. Snell Physical Training Miss M. Graham Dramatics, Dancing Miss E. Hamilton Nursery School Mrs. I. Elliott Nurse-Matron Miss E. Sinclair Secretary VISITING STAFF Miss H. M. May Mrs. A. E. L. Caulfeild Mr. Myron MacTavish. Art Scripture . . . Music 2 SAMARA MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Barbara Watson Assistant Editors [Diana Warner Art Notes Nancy Bowman Dramatic Notes Sue Kenny Lecture Notes Betty Mcissey Music Notes Shirley Smith Boarders ' Notes 1?° ' ' . ? Kennedy [Avril Crabtree Boarders ' Calendar Nancy Kennedy Sports Notes Margaret Gerard Pho " { ftHa?dT School Calendar Jill Norton Exchange Editor Joe Frazier French Department Editors (Aline Dubois Jacqueline Workman L -y Notes K ' |lt5« " Junior Represenlalivss °jh °kish Advertising Committee Margaret Gerard Marguerite Kenny Norma Wilson Joan Creighton Mary Buckley Mary Osier Ann Davies We gratefully acknowledge receiving: 1. " The Blue and White " — Rothesay Col- legiate School. 2. " Trinity University Review ' " — Trinity University, Toronto. 5. " The Ashbtirian " — Ashbury College. 4- " Ovenden Chronicle " — Ovenden. 6. " The Branksome Slogan ' ' — Branksome Hall. 6. " Lower Canada College Magazine " — Lower Canada College. 7. " Lux Glebana " — Glebe Collegiate. 8. " The Pibroch " StTa hdllan School. 9. " Trafalgar Echoes " — Trafalgar School. 10. " Hatfield Hall ikfagazwe " — Hatfield Hall. Magazine. 11. " Bishop ' s College School Magazine " — Bishop ' s College School. 12. " Edgehill i?me7i " — Edgehill. IS. " St. Andrew ' s College Review " — St. An- drew ' s College. 14- " In Between Times " — Upper Canada College. 15. " The Study Chronicle " — The Study. 16. " The Beaver Log " — Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School. SAMARA 3 SEPTEMBER, opening the second year of war, saw us back at school, ready to do anything we could in the way of war work. Elmwood has answered generously every appeal for both war and peace time activities. We are very glad to have been able to continue to support the Nasic cot in India. To further our war effort, a War Work Committee was formed. This committee has been helpful in promoting the knitting of a large number of garments for refugees. It has also done much to encourage the buying of war saving stamps. In addition a fund was set up to buy sweets for the children in bombed areas of England. In the second term we began electing Monitors instead of having them appointed. The two elected from the sixth forms and the one from 5 A were re-elected after Easter. The work of the lunior Representatives has been shown by the large number of contributions that have been received. We are sorry that space does not permit us to print all of these. The French department in this year ' s Samara is a new under- taking, and we hope that next year it will have more contributors. It has been a privilege to have with us this year a great many English girls and we hope they have enjoyed their year here as much as we have enjoyed having them. We should like to take this opportunity of thanking Mrs. Buck and all the staff for a happy and successful year. We feel we are particularly fortunate to have been able to continue all our usual activities despite war conditions. To Miss Stewart, and Miss Edgar, the magazine staff and all its contributors, we extend our thanks for their help in its publication under difficult conditions. 4 SAMARA €lmtDoob Dear Girls, I am very happy to have the opportunity of sending you a brief message. First, I should like to thank all the Magazine Staff for their splendid work, and particularly, the Advertising Department for their unflagging efforts, which should result in a substantial sum for our " Candy for Children in Britain Fund. " I want also to thank you all for the many delightful ways in which you have shown your thoughtfulness for me this year, especially when I was a victim of influenza and other trying illnesses last winter. And now I would like to say a special word to the English ones amongst you, not because of your being in any sense " ' apart " , for you have all earned the right to be called Elmwoodians, but because I know that the year has not been too easy for you. Many of you have been homesick and more anxious than your companions have perhaps realized at the time. We have liked the way you have tackled this and have noticed how valiantly you have over- come your prejudices and your reluctance sometimes to accept too readily new ways. We feel that in this second term you are showing your real mettle and are proud of the contribution you are making as Elmwoodians. We know there are many things that you miss besides your families and your homes — the way they do things in your English schools, your friends there, English games, even English weather, and in fact everything that is " just England " to you. But we hope that you have found much to like in Canada — our sparkling winter days, sunshine on the snow, skiing, the thrill of a Can- adian spring and our wonderful outdoor life in summer, and, with all of this, the easy comradeship and friendship which we have tried to give generously to you. It has been good for us to have you in our midst, and we are very sure that is has been good for you. The measure of the success that you make of this great adventure of yours will be the way in which you prove yourselves worthy ambassadors of the old schools to the new. Very soon we shall all be saying good-bye to each other before going off for holidays by the sea, in the mountains, and many other lovely spots of this lovely country. Let us remember how very fortunate we are that we can look forward to days of refreshment and recreation, and, while we enjoy them, let us not forget that it is only because of the untiring devotion to duty which is being displayed by those close to the great conflict that this privilege is ours. Yours affectionately, SAMARA 5 MATRICULATION RESULTS Abbreviations: 1st = 1st class honours; 2nd = 2nd class honours; 3rd = 3rd class honours; C = Credit. UPPER SCHOOL RESULTS Frances Bell — English Literature 1st; French Authors 1st; French Composition 2nd. Beatrice Black — French Authors 1st; French Composition 2nd. Mackie Edwards — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 1st; Modern History 1st; Botany 2nd; Zoology 2nd; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C; French Authors 2nd; French Composition 2nd. Margaret Gerard — English Literature2nd; English Composition C. Muriel Inkster — Botany 2nd; Zoology 2nd. Susan Kenny — English Composition 2nd; Eng- lish Literature 2nd; French Authors 1st; French Composition 2nd. Mary Paterson — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 1st; Modern History 2nd; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Com- position 1st; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st; German Authors 1st; German Composition 1st. Anne Shaw — Botany 2nd; Zoology 1st; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C. MIDDLE SCHOOL RESULTS Frances Bell — Canadian History 1st; Geo- metry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Com- position 1st. Ogden Blackburn — English Composition C; English Literature 3rd; Ancient History 2nd; Algebra 2nd; Geometry 2nd; French Authors 2nd; French Composition 2nd. Beatrice Black — Canadian History C; Geo- metry C; Chemistry C; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C. Nancy Bowman — English Composition 1st; English Literature 2nd; Ancient History C; French Authors C; French Com- position C. Nadine Christie — Physics C. Winifred Cross — English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Ancient History 3rd; Geometry 3rd; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st. Joan Daniels — Algebra C; Geometry C; Latin Composition C; German Com- pxDsition C. Ann Davies — Canadian History 2nd; Geo- metry 1st; Physics 1st; French Authors 3rd; French Composition C. Dorothy Davis — English Composition C; An- cient History C; Algebra 3rd; Physics C. Gaye Douglas — Canadian History 1st; Che- mistry 2nd; Latin Authors C; Latin Com- position C; French Authors 1st. Elizabeth Edwards — English Composition C; English Literature C; Ancient History C; Algebra 3rd; Geometry 1st; French Authors 3rd. Margaret Gerard — Canadian History 2nd; Latin Authors 3rd; Latin Composition 3rd; German Authors 2nd; German Composition 2nd. Muriel Inkster — Ancient History C; Chemistry C. Marguerite Kenney — English Literature 2nd; Ancient History 2nd; Geometry 3rd; Chemistry C; Latin Authors 3rd; Latin Composition C; French Authors 1st; French Composition 3rd. Susan Kenny — Canadian History 2nd; Che- mistry 2nd; Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 1st. Mary McCrimmon — Chemistry 2nd. Betty Massey — English Composition C; En- glish Literature C; Ancient History 3rd; Geometry 3rd; Physics 2nd. Damaris Owen — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Ancient History 3rd; French Authors 1st; French Com- position 2nd. Cynthia Sims — Latin Authors C; Latin Com- position C. Joan Somerville — Ancient History 3rd; Al- gebra 1st; Geometry 2nd; Physics 1st; French Authors 3rd. Joan Thomson — English Composition C; English Literature 3rd; Ancient History C; Geometry C; French Authors C; French Composition C. Barbara Watson — English Literature 1st; An- cient History 1st; Geometry 1st; Chem- istry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Com- position 1st; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st. Norma Wilson — English Composition 3rd; English Literature 3rd; Ancient History 2nd; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st. 6 SAMARA ou-se Nolre-s i94o-4i FRY HOUSE ONCE again we welcomed many new girls into Fry, and we hope that they and the old members will set an example by living up to the House Motto " " Societas Humana " , " Friendship to All " . flt the beginning of the year we had more members than usual and even though a few girls have left us, we still have a large house. Jeanne Bryson, Jane Clappison and Sally Sewell did not return after Christmas. We were very sorry to see them go and wish them best luck. We would like to welcome Diana Starrett to Fry and say that we are sorry she was not here earlier in the year to take part in more house activities flt Christmas time we continued the Fry tradition by having the whole house in the play. Although we did not win this year we ranke d second. We also ranked second in the House collections to which all mem- bers gave very generously. Congratulations to last year ' s prize win- ners: Mackie Edwards. . . Summa Summarum Dramatic Art Medal. Mary Osier Philpot Token. Betty Massey Dramatic Improvement Medal. Mary McCrimmon . Special Dramatic Prize. Frances Bell Physical Training Cup. 1 Senior Sports Cup. I House Motto Award. Nancy Shaw | Senior Tennis Doubles. Posture Girdle. Anne Shaw Senior Sports Cup. Joan Daniels Senior Tennis Doubles. Damaris Owen .... Inter. Tennis Doubles. Under Joan Thomson ' s leadership as our Sports Captain and Mary Wurtele as our Vice-Captain we have done remarkably well in the badminton, losing only one match. Last fall we did not play as much basketball as usual, but we hope to do well in it also when we begin again in the spring. On Sports ' Day last June we were fortunate enough to win the Sports Cup — here ' s hoping we do so again this year! BASKETBALL TEAM Forwards- l° " fT Mary Wurtele Centre Forward— Nadine Christie Centre Guard — Josephine Frazier Guards— Hastings Moyra MacMaster Subs. — Susan Kenny, Damaris Owen. BADMINTON TEAM First Singles — Joan Thomson Second Singles — Josephine Frazier First Doubles-IJo n Thomson [Josephme rrazier Second Doubles-f ' y " Susan Kenny The Tennis team has not yet been chosen. We were sorry to say good-bye to Miss Firth and Miss Russel last June and to Miss Luxton who, owing to ill-health, had to leave us at Christmas. We welcome Miss Sinclair and Miss Cumner and should like HOUSE BASKETBALL TEAMS Keller: — Ann Davies, Jessie Gilmour, Winifred Cross, Ann Croil Joan Creighton, Barbara Watson. Fry: — Nadine Christie, Mary Wurtele, Joan Thomson, Josephine Frazier, Felicity Hastings, Moira McMaster. Nightingale: — Nita Nichols, Norma Wilson, Helen Christie, Margaret Gerard, Esme Bourinot, Paula Peters. HOUSE BADMINTON TEAMS Keller: — Ann Davies, Barbara Watson, Mary Buckley, Ann Powell, Nancy Kennedy. Fry: — Mary Wurtele, loan Thomson, Josephine Frazier, Susan Kenny. Nightingale: — Helen Christie, Margaret Gerard, Norma Wilson, Esme Bourinot. SAMARA 7 to take this opportunity of thanking Miss Stewart, in particular, for her help with the Christmas play and also the rest of the staff for theirs ' witii both the play and the col- lections. It is very much appreciated. We wish best luck and success to those who are leaving and to those returning — keep up the good work! HOUSE MEMBERS Susan Kenny — Head of House, Head Girl. Betsy Allen, Mary Blackburn, Jeanne Bryson, Janet Caldwell, Nadine Christie, Jane Clap- pison, Avril Crabtree, Natalie De Marbois, Aline Du Bois, Josephine Frazier, Diana Gill, Anne Goodeve, Elizabeth Hardy, Margaret Hardy, Felicity Hastings, Dorothy Kennedy, Lois Lambert, Betty Massey, Damaris Owen, Mary Osier, Margot Peters, Elizabeth Row- latt, Sally Sewell, Diana Starrett, Joan Thom- son, Moyra McMaster, Mary Wurtele. Staff: Miss Mills, Miss Stewart, Miss Cumner, Miss Luxton and Miss Sinclair. Susan Kenny. KELLER HOUSE NOTES LAST year Keller was fortunate in win- ning the House Shield. So far this year we are leading in stars and we hope to be victorious once again. At Christmas time we won both the House Plays and the House Collections. Keep it up, Keller. We are pleased to welcome the new- comers to our House this year, hoping they will carry on the tradition of Keller House and liv e up to its ideals. To those who are leaving we wish the best of luck in the future. We should like to congratulate last year ' s prize winners. Junior High Endeavour — Jane Viets. Proficiency Medal — Barbara Watson. Special Proficiency — Ann Powell. Improvement Medal — Gaye Douglas. Music Improvement — Marguerite Kenney. Special Dramatic Prize — Mary McCrimmon. Public Speaking Medal — Gaye Douglas. Intermediate Tennis Singles — Ann Powell. Posture Girdle — Jane Viets. We have been very unfortunate in Bad- minton this year; However, we hope to be more successful in Tennis and Basketball in the spring. The House teams are as follows: BADMINTON First Singles —Ann Powell Second Singles — Mary Buckley First Doubles — f P , Second Doubles- Ann Powell Nancy Kennedy Barbara Watson TENNIS Teams not chosen yet. Shots BASKETBALL fB. Watson [J. Gilmour Centre Forwards — A. Croil, A. Powell Centre Guards — J. Creighton, A. Binks Guards -j ' Buckley, A Davies N. Bowman, W. Cross • The members of Keller this year are: — Winifred Cross — Head of House. Barbara Watson — Prefect Ann Davies — Monitor. Nancy Kennedy — Monitor. Ann Binks, Marise Bishop, Nancy Bowman, Mary Buckley, Anne Chi dwell, Joan Creigh- ton, Ann Croil, Mary Cuthbertson, Patsy Drake, Janet Edwards, Barbara Firth, Eli- zabeth Gilchrist, Jessie Gilmour, Marguerite Kenney, Susan Liesching, Ann Murray, Felicity Peacock, Ann Powell, Penelope Sherwood, Jane Viets, Sarah Wallace, Jac- gueline Workman. Staff: Miss Graham, Mademoiselle Juge, Miss Edgar, Miss Adams, Mr. MacTavish. NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NOTES SO far this year Nightingale has done very well in all activities. We placed second in the House plays, third in the House Col- lections and second in the Badminton tournament. We have three new members added to our staff — Miss Sinden, Miss Barton and Miss Tobey. After Christmas Elaine Goodeve left us and we were very sorry to see Miss Tobey go early in March. We heartily welcome her successor, Mrs. Elliott. 8 SAMARA Last year Nightingale was fortunate in winning the Tennis Shield. We were very successful last Sports Day: — Barbara Soper — Junior Sports Cup. Paula Peters — Intermediate Sports Cup. We also won the relay and obstacle races. Our teams are as follows: — BADMINTON TEAM First Singles — M. Gerard Second Singles — H. Christie First Doubles — J - f. IH. Christie S. Smith lE. Bourinot Second Doubles- BASKETBALL TEAM Shots Centre Shot Guards Centre Guard fPaula Peters Shirley Smith — M. Gerard fOgden Blackburn Norma Wilson — Helen Christie Congratulations to the following list of prize winners. Proficiency Bar — Mary Paterson French — Mary Paterson Improvement Medal — Paula Peters Good Progress (Junior School) — Margaret MacLaren Art — Diana Warner Special Dramatic Prize — Diana Warner Speech Improvement — Ruth Osier Writing— Betty Caldwell Senior Tennis Singles — Beryl Cadogan Intermediate Doubles— J? " Somerville (Damaris Owen Badminton Cup — Margaret Gerard Posture Girdles— (P ispili? f ' Y [Paula Peters HOUSE MEMBERS Staff: Miss May, Miss Hamilton, Miss Sinden, Miss Barton, Mrs. Elliott. Margaret Gerard — Head of House, Prefect, Sports Captain. Diana Warner — Prefect. Ogden Blackburn — House Senior. Norma Wilson — Vice Sports Captain. Patricia Archdale, Priscilla Aylen, Esme Bourinot, Margaret Bronson, Betty Cald- well, Helen Christie, Lois Davidson, Dorothy Davis, Elizabeth Edwards, Joan Gillies, Ann Goodenough, Bridget Hastings, Margaret MacLaren, Nita Nichols, Jill Norton, Ruth Osier, Elizabeth Paish, Ann Patteson, Joan Paterson, Paula Peters, Shirley Smith, Bar- bara Soper. To all the members of Nightingale — thanks for your co-operation and support during the past year. Never forget our House Motto — " Non Nobis Solum, " — " Not for Ourselves Alone " and the high ideals Florence Night- ingale left us. I wish you the best of luck. Margaret Gerard. SPRING! FAINT breeze rustled the leaves on the ±1 lofty trees under which I was sitting. It was one of those late April days when almost everything stands still to listen to the approach of Spring. I could see grass spring- ing up in the wood, where a few weeks before cold white snow had embraced everything in her clinging arms. Birds gaily sang over head — happily I watched them flying from tree to tree. Surely there was nothing on this earth that could spoil so beautiful a Spring Day. How beautiful would England also be at this time. The buds would soon be breaking forth into flowers — and as here the birds would be happily singing as they built their little nests. This year though, the approach of Spring would not be as other years. The tragic figure of War seems to have wrapped almost all Europe in her shadowy grey cloak of enmity, strife, hatred and death. Some day, though, England and her Empire will rise more splendid out of all this terror and turmoil. Although every night German bombers roar and rage over this small island, the Royal Air Force aided by units from all parts of the Empire strike back. Now many homes may lie wrecked, many buildings may be ruined — but some day they will be reconstructed more graceful and more beautiful than ever they have been before. In spite of all this terror, the English re- main undaunted, and although many of their homes have been bombed, they too notice the coming of Spring and long for the time when war ceases, and everyone will be able to go to England and share with her people the blessing of peace. Avril W. Crabtree, Fry. prefect i otesi Susan Kenny: " Eat, drink and be merry, for to-morrow we diet. " This year as Head Girl and Head of Fry, Susie has successfully completed her seventh year at Elmwood. She hopes to finish her senior matric and is then on her way to McGill. Despite her frequent mental eruptions over her three maths when books may be seen flying across the classroom, she may be found peacefully tearing her hair out over her two Latins. At last Sue ' s lifelong ambition has been fulfilled — she has a plaid suit! This summer the members of the " ham. " golf club will be taking shelter behind trees while Susie roars down the fairway of the nine-hole course with her new clubs, having reduced her score from 200 to 100. Her hobby is collecting permants, which explains why the walls of her bedroom resemble those of a tourist bureau. Her pet hate is scansion in any shape or form. Even though she strives valiantly every week to sing second with Warner in the school choir, we fear she will never be a singer, but there are other fields in which we know she will attain success. We ' re with you, Susie! Margaret Gerard: " Laugh when I laugh; I seek no other fame. " Gerdie surprised us all by landing back at school last September with glasses. However, this does not interfere with her ability at sports and this year she is our able Sports Captain besides being the Head of Nightingale. Her absence at morning prayers is audibly noticeable as the other prefects find it difficult to keep in tune without her toneful (?) soprano to drown their vague murmurings. Her famed reputation has been maintained by her daily jokes. When she runs out of these she translates them into French, complete with gestures and facial ex- pressions. Each day we hear " I am going to get my license soon. " The " soon " has not yet come but when you walk down the street and see all the telephone posts broken, you will know why. Gerdie is planning to take " Lil ' s Home Lover ' s Course " next year and she says that any other applications must be made soon as they only have one kitchen in their house. Any time you want a meal drop in at 49 Mac. (if you are the dare-devil type). Barbara Watson: " Wisdom Cometh not to every man by chance. " Continuing her record of winning the proficiency medal. Bubbles is this year sailing through her complete senior matric with flying colours (she hopes). A second edition of the absent minded professor, we can expect her back at school every night at 6.00 to get the book she forgot. Her favourite expression is " you know " . The trouble is we usually don ' t. Poor Bubbles can ' t take part in our scrumptious teas on Friday afternoon because she is on a diet, but when we have ice cream — it ' s a different question. Her pet weaknesses are Fifi, her bicycle, and Nickie, her dog, who disappeared for three months, but lo! she arrived at school one morning with the joyous tidings — Nickie ' s back. As a result she no longer needs an alarm clock, which by the way she absolutely detests. The main problem of the year has been McGill or Toronto. Whether Sue ' s constant persuasion will finally land her at McGiU or not remains to be seen. Diana Warner: " He who proposes to he an author must first be a student. " Warner, our representative from " South of the Border, " joined our ranks at the beginning of the second term. Generally she can be found in the art room studying the Arts instead of swotting for her metric — the lucky creature! Our nightly studies are accompanied by Warner ' s discords as she puts in her hour (?) of practising. Twice a week she may be seen rushing down Buena Vista to catch the 3.45 street car so she will not keep Mr. Puddicombe waiting for her music lesson. The continual noise issuing from the sitting room is the result of the constant arguments with Sue on " to diet or not to diet. " Judging from her frequent seconds we gather she supports the negative. Her pet weakness is bed, her hero Laurence Olivier, and her ambition to write a sequel to " Gone With the Wind. " We wish you luck! Next year she plans to go to Columbia where she will continue her studies in music and history. Winifred Cross: " is not enough to be industrious. What are you industrious about? " Winnie hails from Montreal, in which city she is in her element, and is Head of Keller. She spends part of her time working in a daze and part in collecting or distributing pound. Anything may happen anywhere and anyhow, but nothing worries her. German is her forte. Reason — she visited there for two and a half weeks! She has recently taken fencing and soon she will probably be a champion. Her greatest asset is her ability to get along with everyone. Next year will find her at McGill or somewhere in Montreal. Ogden Blackburn: " God gives every man a voice, but few a song. " Ogden lives about four miles out of Ottawa, next to the Royal Ottawa Golf Club, which is about the only way of locating her. Her main ambition is to learn how to sing " God Save the King " in tune. She also hopes to take her Senior Matric next year and is looking forward with a certain amount of fear and trembling to the Latin. Ogden is invariably good natured and it is very seldom that you surprise her without a smile on her face. Her pet occupation is tearing her hair out in exams. We wish her all the best in the coming year. SAMARA 9 THIS year our Sports have been made very- pleasant and instructive by Miss Snell; we all look forward to our gym and drill classes with great pleasure. Sports Day was held on June 11th, last spring. It was a lovely day and the mos- quitoes were not too bad Fry was vic- torious and won the Sports Shield. Last fall on September 27th, we played in the Interscholastic Tennis Tournament. It was lots of fun, but we were beaten by Lisgar Collegiate. We also played Basket- ball and some girls started Archery. It was a new experience for most of us, but we certainly enjoyed it and we hope to begin it again soon. This winter we were not able to play basketball in the Ashbury gym, so we did more skiing and skating. Skiing was taken up with great eagerness by the English girls, most of whom took lessons from Mrs. Gordon-Lennex . For the first time, we had a ping-pong tournament. The results were as follows: Senior Singles — O. Blackburn Senior Doubles —1 , Kenny M. Gerard Junior Singles — E. Goodeve Junior Doubles — E. Bourinot J. Bryson We also played our Inter-house bad- minton tournament after Christmas. Fry was successful in this only losing one match. I want to thank Miss Snell for all valuable help in badminton. It certainly improved our game immensely As yet we have not started to play tennis but we have begun basketball again and are choosing our teams for the spring games. The Drill Compe- tition is going to be held in a levr weeks and already we are looking forward to Sports Day. This year has been a very happy one. All the girls have been very enthusiastic about games. Thank you again Miss Snell, for a very enjoyable sports year. Margaret Gerard. SONG OF THE WINDS The North Wind is a lone wind with icy, frosty breath. That moans outside the window like a spirit bound by death, And drives the clouds before him in a race towards the west. The East wind is a chill wind that cuts you to the bone, And makes each mortal scurry to the comfort of his home. To sit him down in quietness before a fire, and rest. The West Wind is a gay wind with life and vividness. That lures men from their hearths and homes, away from laziness, flnd sends them forth to unknown shores, to seek beyond the west. But the South Wind is the singing wind that drifts beneath the stars. Between the moonlight ' s silver rays and shining coral bars, And sings across the ocean deep, across its moonlit crest. Winifred Cross, Keller. 10 S AMARA SCHOOL CALENDAR TERM I September 17— Boarders returned. September 18 — School opened. September 28 — We lost to Lisgar Collegiate in our first match for the interscholastic championship at the Rideau Tennis Club. November 1 — Mr. McTavish ' s musical appreciation classes began. November 1 — We all enjoyed the Hallowe ' en party very much. November 7 — We were very glad to have Major Mckeand back again to talk to us about " Poppy Day. " November 8-1 1 — Long Weekend. December 17 — The House Collections, plays and Christmas parties. December 18 — School closed for the Christmas holidays. January 9 — We returned to school after a very enjoyable holiday. January 21 — Exams began. January 30 — Exams ended. Miss Hazel gave us a very interesting address about the ' Sunday School by Caravan. " January 31 — Free day. TERM 11 February 3 — The new term began. February 20 — Dr. Tory came to talk to us about the Development of Modern Democracy. February 21 - 24 — Long Weekend. March 19 — We had a unigue experience in hearing Captain Goff play the clavichord. March 26 — Senator Wilson talked to us about the United War Services. March 28 — The Senior Dramatic Art Class presented ' The School for Scandal " by Sheridan. April 3 — We heard with great pleasure Stainer ' s " Crucifixion " played on the gra- mophone. April 3 — The Easter holidays began. April 17 — School re-opened. May 7 — Miss Fowler gave us a most interesting address about her missionary work in Western Canada. SAMARA II Utamatic i otesi ONCE again the Senior Dramatic class presented its annual performance; this year on the night of March 28th we enacted Sheridan ' s famous play " The School For Scandal. " Not only did we enjoy acting the play itself, but under Miss Graham ' s capable direction the thrill of recapturing the graces and mannerisms of the eighteenth century fully repaid us for the hours we spent toiling over our parts. We would like to take this opportunity of thanking Miss Graham for her patience and perseverence throughout the year. In December Keller was triumphant over the other two houses with their presentation of the Christmas play " Reverie. " The play was more ambitious than usual and con- gratulations are certainly due to the members of Keller House. The one-act comedy, " Culture, " presented by Fry ranked second and Nightingale ' s " The Quilting Bee At The Bascomb ' s, " another modern comedy, took third place. Both of these deserve much praise. We all enjoyed the second and third forms ' presentation of the nativity play " The Three Kings " and also " Rilloby Rill " which they performed for the rest of the school the morning we broke up for the Christmas holidays. At the same time the Preparatory Form presented their version of " The Three Bears. " We understand that these forms are busy rehearsing again and will present something more at the same time as the dancing recital. Throughout the year the Senior-Inter- mediates have been preparing three one- act plays, namely: " The Rehearsal, " " The Old Lady Shows Her Medals, " and the fifteenth century farce " Patelin. " The Inter- mediates have been rehearsing " Quality Street " and the Juniors, the mechanic scenes from " A Midsummer Night ' s Dream " and also " Paddly Pools. " We hope to see all of these before June. For many years Mr. Kendal MacNeil has attended our Senior play and has given us a detailed criticism. Again this year we are indebted to him and the Citizen for the following reproduction: HIGH STANDARD ACHIEVED IN ANNUAL ELMWOOD PLAY Senior Dramatic Art Class of Rockcliffe School Scores Triumph in Presentation o£ 18th Century Satirical Comedy, " The School for Scandal " Before Highly Ap- preciative Audience. Young Ladies Surmount Many Obstacles in Giving Most Convincing Performance. For its annual production, the senior dramatic art class of Elmwood school this year again turned to the 18th century and before a large and highly appreciative au- dience last evening in the school auditorium presented the ever-green satirical, dramatic comedy of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, " The School for Scandal. " Each year as March draws to a close, we look for the assignment which has brought us to such an intimate understanding of all that this now noted Canadian girls ' school is endeavoring to accomplish in the training of voice and in dramatic expression. It is a long time now since we first reviewed the annual play so that we have seen many girls come and go and others take their place, but never has the standard achieved fallen. The girls seem to realize that they have a tradition to live up to and each year they respond nobly. This seems to indicate that last evening ' s " School for Scandal " was an exceptionally good performance and such indeed was the case. Faults of course there were, for if we said that no criticism could be offered it would be put down as empty flattery and be read with tongue in cheek, but for girls in their ' teens to attempt a play which presents many difficulties for seasoned actors to overcome and to acquit themselves so well is a triumph not to be discounted lightly. They have difficulties, too, that a theatre cast does not encounter since all the characters must of necessity be played by girls and in a play such as last evening ' s in which there are so many important masculine roles, a con- vincing performance would seem to be next to impossible. But surmount this obstacle they did and they did it well. 12 SAMARA Divide Principal Roles Before the performance last evening, the able headmistress of the school, Mrs. Clement Buck, told the audience quite candidly that if the production was not up to Elm wood standard there were no excuses to offer. This is characteristic of her for no one realizes better than she what is expected of Elmwood plays If she had any fears on this score they must have been quickly dispelled by the very evident enjoyment of everyone present. She also drew attention to the fact that this year they had returned to the practice of dividing the principal roles so that the players of these were not the same right through the play. This is an Elmwood custom designed to give as many girls as possible a part large enough to show the pro- gress each has made in voice and expression during the year. This, of course, makes it a little hard for the audience to accustom itself to, but it was not nearly so hard as one might think. In any event it did not detract from the general enjoyment of the play. Of the play as a piece of writing we intend to say very little. It is too well known to anyone with the slightest pretensions as a student of English literature or stage. It will never grow old for although it is of another age in atmosphere, there always will be, we fear, in any era, the Sneerwells, the Backbites, the Candours and the Joseph Surfaces. Tempo at High Pitch The most noticeable feature of the pre- sentation was the admirable pace preserved throughout. The tempo was kept at a high pitch and never allowed to slacken. In a play of this sort this is essential to a success- full production, a thing so often forgotten by more pretentious players. Despite the pace, another essential — audibility — was remem- bered and if there were any lines lost it was not the fault of the girls but rather of several of the audience who arrived late or moved their chairs during the performance. The play too is full of now outmoded ' " asides " , but the girls did these guite easily and naturally. On the other side of the ledger was a lack of proper make-up which resulted in the Lady Teazles looking older than their Sir Peters. This was rather a pity, for the il- lusion of the old bachelor who married a gay and attractive young country- bred girl who to his sorrow did not turn out exactly as he ex- pected was almost completely lost. Several of the girls had not sufficient variation in their voices and delivered their lines much too flatly and gestures sometimes were done with the wrong hand. Betty Massey played Sir Peter and Aline Dubois was Lady Teazle in the first act. Miss Massey had a nice presence and played the part well but could have been more irascible and have spoken with more au- thority. Miss Dubois made a Lady Teazle who knew she could twine her adoring elderly husband round her little finger. Minuet Real Delight The scandal-mongering crowd in Scene II was very effectively done and the minuet on the small stage a real delight. Dorothy Davis ' performance as Sir Benjamin Backbite in this stately old dance was full of the grace of the 18th century. We liked especially the Sir Peter and Lady Teazle of Odgen Blackburn and Susan Kenny in the second act. Sir Peter had aggressive- ness and authority and Lady Teazle light- ness and assurance. Mary Buckley gave a delightful performance as Moses, Josephine Frazier was a dashing and care-free Charles Surface although Winifred Cross in Act III made the character more fascinating as a lover. Dorothy Kennedy deserved praise for the way in which she made the scandal- loving Benjamin Backbite thoroughly de- testable and Jill Norton was good as Rowley. Damaris Owen also gave a good performance as the " man of sentiment, " Joseph Surface, as did Nancy Bowman. We are sorry space will not allow each character to be mentioned at length but Diana Warner was very good as Lady Sneer- well and Marguerite Kenney as Sir Oliver Surface, Margaret Gerard, Nancy Bov man, Felicity Peacock, Ann Davies, Norma Wilson, Elizabeth Edwards, Barbara Watson , Avril Crabtree, Mary Buckley and Anne Powell all did well in their respective roles. The production was under the capable direction of Miss Miriam Graham, the mis- tress responsible for the training of the class. Again her able hand was discernible through- out. The scenery and lighting were good and the costumes splendid. Dr. Hanna Fischl was accompanist. — M. SAMARA 13 LECTURE NOTES THIS year it has once again been our pri- vilege to have some very interesting and enjoyable lectures. We are very grateful to those who so kindly arranged them for us, and those who gave up their valuable time to pay a visit to the school. On November 6th, Major Mckeand came and spoke to us on Poppy Day. This talk was very interesting and meant a great deal to us and we realized more fully the great need for peace in the world. Miss Hazel again came to talk to us this year, and gave us a very graphic ac- count of the Caravan Missions in the drought areas and bush countries in the west. She also told us of the visit paid by the King and Queen to inspect a car, during their visit to Canada, and the great interest they took in her work. Dr. H. M. Tory came to us on February 20th and talked to us on government and democracy through the ages, leading up to events happening in the world to-day. On behalf of the United War Services Drive Committee, Senator Cairine Wilson spoke to the school on March 26th. She urged us to save up and buy war savings stamps and certificates to aid our men over- seas, and pledge some of our allowance during each week for democracy. We are very grateful to the people who gave up their time for us and we feel that we have greatly profited from their visits. DANCING NOTES THIS year the seniors have again been taking dancing under the able direction of Miss Graham, while Miss Snell has been teaching the preparatory forms creative dancing. This year ' s recital told the story of Perse- phone and was danced to the well known symphony No. 9 of Beethoven. We also did an interpretive dance of a storm at sea taking the parts of the various elements. During the latter part of the year, Miss Yuill has been teaching the intermediates the first steps of ballet dancing. We want to thank Miss Graham for a very pleasant and instructive year. LIBRARY NOTES THIS year the Library has been more widely used than ever before, especially the fiction library. The Middle and Junior Schools have become more aware of the value of reading, and in the lower forms smaller libraries have been started, members of the forms donating their own books. We feel that this new interest is due to the displays of various types of books, which have been arranged to give everyone an idea of the different kinds of books to be found in the library. We should like to acknowledge the do- nation by Lady Tweedsmuir of her book, ' ' Mice on Horseback " , and also the gift of a beautiful illustrated booklet on Australia from Lady Glasgow. The following books have been added to the library during the year: " The White Cliffs of Dover, " by Alice Duer Miller. " Le Grand Meaulnes, " by Alain Fourrier. " God ' s Candle, " by John Oxenham. " Six Fantasies, " by Harold Brighouse. " Poems of Childhood, " by Eugene Field. The Library Staff: Winifred Cross Dorothy Kennedy Paula Peters. SPRING FEVER The iun is shining, bells are ringing, My heart is gay, I feel like singing, My head ' s in the air, my foot ' s on a cloud, I want to jump and shout aloud. What ' s the matter? What can this be? What change is coming over me? I want to laugh at the oddest times. And sometimes find I talk in rhymes. It ' s all so funny, I feel so queer. But it always happens this time of year. And people who know what I ' m going through Just shake their heads, they know what to do, Pay no attention — go ' way and leave her, She ' s just got touched with a bit of spring fever. Margaret Gerard, Nightingale, 14 SAMARA ART NOTES THIS year has been especially interesting in the art class because of the great variety of subjects chosen. We had fun planning and pain ting murals. Joan Gillies completed one herself of different phases of sport. We are proud of it. Lois Lambert, Elizabeth Gilchrist, Paula Peters, and Mary Buckley painted an interesting mural, show- ing costumes of many lands. The Fourth and Fifth forms also did one on this subject. The animal element was at work again producing some beautiful horse sketches. Also, sports enthusiasts were busy drawing skiers from different angles. Patsy Drake, Jacguie Workman, Joan Gillies, Elizabeth Gilchrist, Mary Buckley and Nancy Bowman had a wonderful time working on backdrops and properties for the senior play. Priscilla Aylen, Diana Warner, Lois Lambert, Jacguie Workman and Mary Buckley painted excellent portraits for it too. For a short time during each class some- one posed for us, and we had lessons in composition and design. This naturally led to a great many interesting figure studies. We have been working hard to achieve a " well-filled page. " The Arts Form have been visiting the National Gallery, and have come back weary but inspired. It has been a very good year for the art class, as many more girls than usual attended. We are looking forward to our annual ex- hibition later in the year. For any improvements we have made, the credit is due to Miss May, and also a ' " thank you " for many happy hours. Nancy Bowman. THE WOULD-BE FISHER The fog is thick as it can be, fln ' I ' m going a ' fishing way out to sea. Way out to sea in my own wee boat, I ' ll row a lot, but I ' ll mostly float. I ' ll catch a fish as big as me, fln ' I ' ll bring it home to eat for tea. I ' m glad the fog is fogging so. For there ' re some things nursey shouldn ' t know. I ' ve got some hooks and a fishing line, fln ' the clams for bait are so fat and fine. The fog ' s so white. My this is fun. Oh, I hope I don ' t meet anyone. I ' d better hurry to the shore. Case nursey sees me through the door. What lots of seaweed. Is that my boat? Why its stranded, beached, the tide is out! Now I can ' t go sailing out to sea fln ' there ' ll be no fish to eat for tea. fln ' this was such a chance to go, With all this fog a ' fogging so. Mary Osier. Eskimo Madonna and Child by Mary Buckley LEAVING GIRLS Back Row: — Mary Buckley, Betty Massey, Middle Row: — Jill Norton, Winifred Cross, Marguerite Kenny, Josephine Frazier, Susan Kenny, Dorothy Davis, Barbara Watson Front Row: — Margar et Gerard, Joan Thomson, Ann Davies, Damaris Owen, Dorothy Kennedy. MAGAZINE STAFF Back Row: — Nancy Bowman, Jill Norton, Mary Buckley, Betty Massey, Damaris Owen, Nancy Kennedy, Joan Creighton, Marguerite Kenney, Norma Wilson. Next Row: — Dorothy Kennedy, Joan Gillies, Mary Osier. Next Row: — Avril Crabtree, Margaret Gerard, Elizabeth Hardy, Moira McMaster, Elizabeth Paish, Jacqueline Workman, Ann Davies Front Row: — Winifred Cross, Josephine Frazier, Barbara Watson, Susan Kenny. SAMARA 15 T the end of last year, Marguerite Kenney Jn won the music prize for 1939 and 1940. This medal was for the greatest improve- ment. This year has obviously been a very successful one for Elmwood in the line of musical activities. Most of the girls have shown a great interest in their work and have been keenly co-operative in their classes. Extra singing has been introduced into the Friday morning prayers. A small group of girls make up a part singing choir and Mr. McTavish is very kindly directing them. Weekly Music Appreciation classes have also been organized by Mr. McTavish. During these, records of Symphonies and Concertos and different musical forms were played and then they were individually studied. The boarders have been very fortunate in hearing the Tremblay Concerts presented at the Glebe Collegiate and Capitol Theatre. At the beginning of the year Marion An- derson came to Ottawa to sing and some of the boarders were able to hear her per- formance. Unfortunately the concert of Rudolf Serkin was cancelled, but it was arranged so that the girls were able to go to the Washington Symphony Orchestra directed by Hans Kindler. Next we heard John Goss who gave his services to the Polish relief. ilfter Christmas some of the girls had the opportunity of hearing John Charles Thomas and later Josef Hoffmann. We also heard Doris Daly, an ex-pupil of Mr. H. Puddicombe, who gave a piano recital at the Chateau Laurier Hotel later in the term. Captain T. Goff, aide-de-camp to His Excellency the Governor General, gave us an excellent recital on one of the Clavichords he had made. He played several pieces and explained the history of his instruments. This year we feel that a delightful selection of artists has been able to be heard by the Elmwood girls and it has greatly helped to round out our musical education. ARE YOU A GOOD SPORT? RE you a good sport? By this I do not iT mean, do you excel in tennis, basket- ball or golf, for many people who are good at sports are not good sports. To come under the classification of a ' good sport " , you must think and act fairly and do every- thing in an honourable manner. Do not think about yourself all the time but have some consideration for the other person. A good sport works well with other people. He knows that he cannot play football or basketball all alone, he must be a part of a team each one of which has his job to do towards making a perfect whole. A good sport takes disappointments and hardships well. He is cheerful in all circumstances and exerts his influence. Being a good sport does not apply only to games, but all through our lives. We will have to face many disappointments — so remember — it ' s easy to be cheerful and happy when things are going to suit you and life is treating you well — but the test of a good sport is when he has first been bitterly disappointed or lost a game — that is the time to show what you are made of and start to smile! Margaret Gerard, Nightingale. 16 SAMARA 0lti (§ivl ' Section OTTAWA OLD GIRLS ' NOTES 1940-41 ENGAGEMENTS Mary Craig to Richard Desbarats. Katherine Dunning to Stephen Ambrose. Gill German to Richard Porteous. Nancy Lane to Maurice (Morrie) Quinn. Jean Perley-Robertson to Robert Wright. MARRIAGES Marjorie Barron to Thomas Anderson. Louise Courtney to Paul Dillingham. Dorothy Crerar to Bernard Naylor. Sybil Doughty to Kenneth Petrie. Lillian Gardner to Robert Hyndman. Eleanor Kenny to Osborne Lawson. Peggy Law to Dennis Simon-Symons. Irene Salmon to Rev. A. L. Caulfeild. Jocelyn White to Charles H. Blair. BIRTHS Joan Elkins Bovey — a son. Jean Workman Castonguay — a daughter. Marion Gale Charleson — a daughter. Joan Ahearn Dewar — a daughter. Rachel White Garvock — a daughter. Olive Wilson Gill — a son. Joan Dean Knight — a daughter. Jane Smart Marsh — a son. Marjorie Borden Oberon — a daughter. Isobel Bryson Perodeau — a son. Alix Chamberlain Price. — a daughter. Audrey Gilmour Scott — a daughter. Ann Creighton Southam — a son. Frances Bates Stronach — a daughter Peggy Marr Webber — a son. This year there haven ' t been as many Old Girls dashing off to the Old Country or cruising in what a Certain Party has been mistakenly calling Mare Nostrum; nobody is going to finishing school abroad or trying to look exotic on the beach at Cannes. All the Old Girls, from the laziest, most blase post-debutante to the worthiest winner of the Summa Summarum, is so busy being a Government girl or getting married or having babies or doing war work that it would take a whole magazine to record their activities completely. fl few of us are still pursuing Knowledge with the same fervour (?) that we displayed at Elmwood. Mimi Boal and Anne Bethune are attending Bryn Mawr; Gaye Douglas and Diana Wilson are at Acadia University in Nova Scotia; M. M. Blair, Genevieve Bronson, Shirley Geldert, and I think Pat Milliken, are studying at Toronto Varsity; Bibi Eraser and Mackie Edwards are at McGill; and at Queens we have Mary Paterson, Peggy Clark, Katherine Inkster, Anne Shaw, and Dorothy Wardle. The debutantes slipped out rather quietly this season but debbies Elizabeth Newcombe, Penelope Duguid, Norah Lewis, and Melodie Willis-O ' Connor seemed to have lots of fun without fanfare. Melodie is continuing with her singing and would like to study in the States if Foreign Exchange Control per- mitted. Many Elmwoodians have become " white collar girls " in the past few months. Glenn Borbridge, Rosemary Clarke, Betty Hamilton, Barbara Fellowes, Eleanor Clark, Mary Mal- loch, — they ' re all working at the Bank of Canada; and Louise MacBrien, Nancy Doane, and Muriel Inkster are drawing maps and planes and things for the Air-force. Almost any night at the I.O.D.E. canteen you ' ll find a couple of Old Girls rushing around in white smocks — wiping off tables, peeking out of the hatch, or wondering if they ' ve broken the dish-washer. Eleanor and Margaret Carson, Cecily Sparks, Isobel Bryson Perodeau, Glenn Borbridge, Jean Perley-Robertson, Audrey Gilmour Scott, Rita Rich, Allison Cochrane, and Ruth Monk are among those present. Three of us are lease-loaned to the Ame- rican Diplomatic service. Bobby Gray works at the Embassy here, Mimsy Cruikshanks is in town for a visit but will later rejoin the Armours in South America, and Catherine Macphail Breuer is with her husband in Peru. Esme Girouard and Clare Borbridge are in the Office Administration Corps of the Red Cross, the ' girls in grey " . In the Auxiliary Nursing Section of the Red Cross SAMARA 17 are Winsome Hooper and Elizabeth Mac- Millan. Another Branch of the Red Cross is the Canadian Women ' s Transport Service and we ' re certainly well represented there. Eleanor Carson, Margaret Carson, Susan Edwards, Joan Eraser, Betty Eauquier Gill, Hope Gilmour, Bobby Gray, Betty Hooper, Barbara Hopkirk, Liz Kenny, Vals Gilmour Minnes, Sybil Doughty Petrie, Barbara Ross, Sylvia Smellie, and Lilias Ahearn. At Red Cross Headquarters we have Luella Irvine Bethune, Joan Ahearn Dewar, and Audrey Gilmour Scott. While we ' re on the subject of the Red Cross we might mention that there are usually a number of Old Girls on each of the Com- mittees that do the cutting out of garments for the Red Cross at the Maycourt. Then, of course, there ' s the Red Cross Tea-Room too. If every ex-Elmwoodian who works there bought a few bricks we ' d soon have enough to build new premises for the res- taurant. Here ' s the list: Lilias Ahearn, Clare Borbridge, Elorence Coristine Carter, Alison Cochrane, Penelope Duguid, Joan Eraser, Hope Gilmour, Betty and Winsome Hooper, Norah Lewis, Julia MacBrien Murphy, Jean Perley-Robertson, Kay Bate Sampson, Sylvia Smellie, Cecily Sparks. Many other Old Girls worked for several months at the tea-room but jobs or husbands or pressure of other war work forced them to give it up. Muriel Crocket has almost, but not quite, settled down to life in Ottawa. After all her adventures in Iran, we can imagine that Sparks Street hasn ' t got as much allure for her as the market-places of Teheran. Kathleen Warner is living in New York with her parents and doing Red Cross work there. Mhairi Eenton stopped off here for a few days on her way up north for a rest. She is the librarian for the bustling Ajax Canteen in Halifax. Loads of Ottawa girls with naval or air force husbands are living in Halifax now, or at least spent part of the winter there. Alix Chamberlain Price, who was down there, is out in Rivers, Manitoba now; and Ethel Southam Toller has moved from Halifax to Montreal. June and Dickie White were in town for Jocelyn ' s wedding but returned to the east soon after, Joan Elkins Bovey and Cecil Bate Baskerville are down there, too. and Ann Creighton Southam was there for a while as well. Margaret Curry, who was in Halifax for the first part of the winter, has returned there for a brief visit and a little later she and her mother will travel out to Esquimault to join Captain Curry who is stationed on the west coast now. While she was in town Margaret helped to run the Better ' Ole, a canteen on Sparks Street. Geraldine Hanson visited us a few weeks ago from Kingston. She was looking aw- fully well and says Libbie is fine too. Maria Petrucci is still in Teheran, or was the last time we heard from her. The latest war despatches have made Iran seem not as glamourously remote as we once pictured it to be. Gillian German, is working for a new Montreal cosmetics firm and her work sends her travelling about the country a bit. Jane Smart Marsh, who has been waver- ing between careers in art, music or literature, seems, for the moment to have settled on Literature. She is writing scripts for the Film Board and for Crawley films. Betty Smart is being creative out in Van- couver. We ' re not sure what she ' s creating but we think it ' s poetry. Marjorie Mac- kinnon is in California, studying Dramatics at the Pasadena Playhouse. Of the two gymnastic Dorothys, — Dorothy Leggett is in her final year at Margaret Eaton, and Dorothy Laidlaw is Games Mistress at Ovenden. Jane Toller spent a great deal of the winter in Toronto and while in town did Maycourt work. Anna Wilson is studying Interior Decorating in Toronto. Rockcliffe Manor, beware! Upheaval approaches. Pamela Er- win was our energetic President this year and in her spare moments did a vast amount of knitting for the Merchant Marine. And does anybody want to know what we did? We mean Cairine and Cecily? Well — Cairine was busy with the Children ' s Aid and the Wilson ' s young English guests and Cecily gyrated between the Maycourt, the Red Cross Tea-Room, the Children ' s Aid, the I.O.D.E. canteen, Crawley Eilms, and a concert party touring the various military camps. 18 SAMARA From Kingston we learn that Joy Armstrong and Elizabeth Hanson are doing war work and Geraldine Hanson is working in a bank. On page 16 is the list of the engagements, marriages and births. There have been so many that if you don ' t keep your eye glued to the Classified page or your ear glued to a few key holes you ' re liable to wind up about six events behind. TORONTO OLD GIRLS ' NOTES 1940-41 None of us has much spare time these days, what with canteens, the Red Cross Transport, and numerous other activities, mostly in connection with war work. BIRTHS Elaine Ellsworth Holston — a son, William Jr. Deborah Coulson Armstrong — also a son. ENGAGEMENTS This field has been very popular, and we wish all of the " lucky Boys " the best of everything in the future. Marion Ellsworth to Donald Rowan, with wedding date, the 14th of June. Clara May Gibson to Bob Kilgour no de- finite plans as yet. Barbara McClelland to Mike Mills who is overseas in the Navy. MARRIAGES Peggy Waldie to " Tim " Lowns-Borough last fall. " Tim " is now overseas. Mary Baker to Alan Wainwright, R.C.A.F. on December 9, 1940. Esme Thompson to Ted Pepall on April 26th. They are living in Arvida, Quebec. Jane Smith, Genevieve Bronson, Shirley Geldert, Pat Milliken, Nancy Baker, Mar- garet Parkin, are among the old Elmwoodians taking courses at Varsity this year. Jean Dunlop is very busy with the Red Cross Transport, and is also singing in a Troopshow that visits the various military camps around Toronto. Barbara McClel- land dances in these shows. There is not enough space in which to tell of the good work being done by all the girls these days, but then aren ' t we all doing all we can to help make things easier for the boys right in the " front line " ? We want to wish you all in Montreal and Ottawa the best of everything in your work. MONTREAL OLD GIRLS ' NOTES 1940-41 ENGAGEMENTS. Helen Mackay to Alexander Moffatt— R. H. R. Black Watch. MARRIAGES. Prudence Dawes to Harold Gilmour, Esq. Ailsa Mathewson to Albert F. Riley, Esq. BIRTHS. Congratulations to Mrs. O. A. Gratias [Betty Plaunt] on the birth of a daughter; to Mrs. Peter MacDougall [Nini Keefer] on the birth of a daughter; to Mrs. Peter Wilson [Pamela Matthewson] on the birth of a son; to Mrs. Jimmie Alexander [Barbara Hampson] on the birth of a son; to Mrs. H. V. Price [Mary Hampson] on the birth of a son; to Mrs. John Jones [Ruth Creighton] on the birth of a daughter; to Mrs. Hollis McHugh [Jean Brodie] on the birth of a daughter; and to Mrs. Russell Medland [Betty Brown] on the birth of twin girls. Mrs. Jas. Alexander [Barbara Hampson] is living in Northern Ireland with her hus- band, who is in the R.A.F. and their very young son, Michael. Mrs. Robert Armistead [Pamela Wilson] is living in England. We hear from her sister Claire Wilson, that Pam left from Curacao to join her husband, now a Major, and was torpedoed off the coast of Ireland. After waiting for several hours in life- boats the survivors were picked up by a destroyer and taken to England. Mrs. Ronald Bennett [Janet Dobell] was living in Kentville, N.S. for some time with her husband. She is back in Montreal now and is busy with Red Cross Work. Mrs. William Bowen [Dawn Ekers] is at Debert with her husband and baby. Her husband is with the Duke of York, 17th Hussars. Mrs. Robert Craig [Evelyn Cautlie] has just retired as first vice-president of the SAMARA 19 Junior League. She has been taking a V.A.D. training course. Mrs. Robert Coristine [EUzabeth Syming- ton] took some subjects at McGill this year. She is working very hard for the Artillery Branch of the Soldiers Wives ' League, and is a member of the C.W.T.S. — the Transport Service. Mrs. Jack Cundill [Anna Reay Mackay] has been doing Junior League Work, as has Mrs. Kenneth Thompson [Mary Lyman] who is now living in Pointe Claire, Que. Joan Daniels has just finished her first year at McGill, she has also been doing work for the Junior League. Mrs. Robert Dunn [Kay Lawson] is still living in Montreal, and she has been working for the blind. Mrs. Ryland Daniels [Catherine Grant], Mrs. Miller Hyde [Anne Coghlin], Mrs. Jarrett Smith [Harriet Mathias], Mrs. O. A. Gratias [Betty Plaunt], Mrs. W. M. Eakin [Margaret Symington], Mrs. Wilson McCon- nell [Marjorie Wallace], and Jane Russel have been busy Red Cross Workers all year. In addition Mrs. McConnell has been busy with the Refugee Committee, and Jane has been working at child photography. Mhairi Fenton is living with her aunt in Halifax, where she is working hard in Mrs. McEwen ' s now famous canteen and hostel for the soldiers. Mrs. Gordon Forbes [Mary Riorden] is with her husand at Rivers, Man. She has been doing a great deal of painting, es- pecially of Air Force Subjects, and had several pictures in the Montreal Spring Exhibition. Mary Fry has just graduated as a Bachelor of Arts from McGill, where she honoured in Psychology. Mrs. Harold Gilmour [Prudence Dawes] is living in New York, where she is con- tinuing with her sculpture. Jean and Betty Heubach are working for the Victory loan campaign. Jean is also busy with Junior League work, while Betty works at the Children ' s Memorial Hospital. Mrs. Fred Heubach [Margo Gray don) is living in Montreal. Janet Hutchison is treasurer of the Junior League for a second year. She also works for the Red Cross. Rosa Johnson is at the Royal Victoria Hospital, doing research on surgical shock. Mrs. John Jones [Ruth Creighton] is living in Orillia. Moira Leathem is teaching fourth grade at Lome School in Pointe St. Charles. Mrs. Irving Grosthwaite [Olga Brown] is living in Montreal. Mrs. Russel Medland [Betty Ross Brown] has every minute taken up, looking after her twin daughters. Margaret Main has just finished her third year at McGill. Mrs. H. E. McHugh [Jean Brodie] is back in Montreal from living in Baltimore, and London, England. Helen Mackay has been doing Red Cross, and Junior League work, she has been working on the Refugee Committee, and with the Black Watch Auxiliary. Helen is to be married soon, and we want to wish her all sorts of happiness. Beatrice Norsworthy has graduated from McGill as a Bachelor of Science, with honours in Biochemistry. She is to work in the Montreal Neurological Institute at Electro-Encephalography. Mrs. H. E. Price [Mary Hampson] is living in Surrey, with her very young son, Gre- ville. Mary Lee Pyke, is in Boston studying horticulture. " Pykie " specializes in herb- gardens, and is getting to be an authority on the subject. Mrs. Rocke Robertson [Roslyn Arnold] has been working with the Red Cross and with the Auxiliary for No. 1 Canadian General Hospital. Mrs. Barclay Robinson [Ruth Seeley] is kept busy with her two children, as well as Red Cross Work. She has retired as Hon- orary president of the Junior League. Mrs. A. F. Riley [Ailsa Mathewson] is living in Winnipeg. Mrs. Alan Stevenson [Alice Peck] is living in Montreal. Margot Seeley is working in the library of the Montreal Star. 20 SAMARA Diana Saunders has been visiting in Toronto, and there are rumovars of an en- gagement soon to be announced. Joyce Tetley and Gloria Vaughan have been taking business courses. Joyce has also been working at the Beaux Arts, while Gloria has been busy with the Junior League. We hear that Diana Vernon is living in Montreal now. Mrs. Peter Wilson [Pamela Matthewson] has been very busy looking after her small son, Peter de Wolfe. Kay Warner has not paid us her usual flying visit this year. We hear that she is still in New York. Barbara Whitley is working for the Junior League, and the Red Cross. She works as well at The Red Triangle Club and expects to do more radio work in June. There have been many Elmwoodians at McGill this year: — Mackie Edwards — we hope it lived up to her expectations: and Mary McCrimmon, in first year. B. B. Hasse in second year. Pat Gait and Pat Spendlove in third year. " Spenders " is also in the C.W.T.S. Betty Fleck, who is in medicine. In addition, Frances Bell and Beatrice Black have been in Montreal studying nursing. SINGING WITH GRACIE When we got on the boat to come to Canada we found out that Gracie Fields was on board too. After we had been on the boat for guite a little while, she asked the children to sing. I was there too. R little time later we had a concert and Gracie Fields sang some songs. While she was singing one of the songs she put on the lift boy ' s cap. It really looked quite funny, because she sang a song to go with it. It was fun. Angela Christensen, Form III. NOTRE PROMENADE DANS LES BOIS UN jour les professeurs et les enfants des troisieme et quatrieme classes sont alles faire une promenade au lac. C ' etait le printemps. J ' ai vu la maison de la princesse Juliana. Nous avons coupe des " pussy-willows " et beaucoup d ' autres plantes. Nous avons fait a pied presque deux milles. II etait deux heures et demie quand nous sommes parties et quand nous sommes rentres il etait quatre heures. Martha Bate III BELLS flt seven o ' clock the first bell goes, Why it does nobody knows, flt seven thirty the next one rings, Out of their beds the girls it brings. After breakfast at half past eight. You ' re supposed to go out but I ' m generally late. The prayer bell goes at nine o ' clock, And down the stairs the school girls flock. Every half hour a bell does go From class to class we march to and fro. At half past three the day is ended. Except for the boarders whose day is ex- tended. Bridget Hastings, Nightingale. THE GNOME In a field one day. On my way home. Dressed very gay, I saw a wee gnome. He had a red cap And a blue coat. He was going down a stream In a wee small boat. Camilla Crump, Form II. SAMARA 21 THE AJAX CLUB, HALIFAX THE Ajax Club, in Halifax, Nova Scotia, was organized for sailors of the Royal Navy, and sailors of the Royal Canadian Navy have been made honorary members. Mrs. C. Stuart Mc.Euen, of Montreal, ap- pealed to a number of friends for subscrip- tions and gifts to furnish the Club, and so enthusiastically was her appeal met that it spread the length and breadth of Canada, until the Club took on the aspect of a National tribute from the people of Canada to the men of His Majesty ' s Navies. Thousands pass through its doors weekly; and the Club is said to be the finest thing of its kind in the British Empire for ratings. There are two lounges on the ground floor, and on the second floor is a library with 2000 books, all new. Every book has a name plate with the donor ' s name in it. We also have two games rooms, a streamlined kitchen with a monel-metal sink and a glass door through which the men can see ex- cellent food being prepared for the two dining rooms (tray service), where a 20(zf three course meal is served between 6.00 and 9.00 in the evening. There is a Master- at-Arms and a Leading Seaman, lent by the Royal Navy, who are resident in the Club. The only paid help are two cooks and a gardener-furnaceman. Working parties are sent up every morning, from His Majesty ' s ships in port, to clean and polish. the present time a fence is being erected round the three and a half acre grounds. A vegetable garden has been planted, and volunteers are undertaking flower-beds. It is hoped that friends who have perennial gardens will send contributions of plants. Every sailor in England has his little garden, and we are most anxious that the men will have the joy and pleasure of flowers in their own Club grounds. Prior to the Ajax Club ' s being open, the men of the Royal Navy had no place of their own; their enthusiasm and appreciation of the Club is most touching, and many say it is their home in Canada. As an old Elm- wood girl and librarian of the Ajax Club I would very much like to feel that my old school played a part in this National tribute to the men. As long as the war goes on the work of the Club must continue. We get no Government grant, nor grant from any large organized war charity, and as a National tribute we prefer that the interest of the Club be kept going amongst personal friends and business organizations. In the running of the Club, over a period of five and a half months, we can say that we are self-supporting, and should continue to be so provided any improvements, repairs or fresh equipment, can be met by outside sub- scription. For instance our garden has to be fenced in. The price of the lumber must be donated, and the sailors do the work. We also require a garden-hose. A plat- form is being erected in the centre of the garden for a boxing-ring, and during the summer months inter-ship contests will be held. A silver cup is being donated, but we need several sets of boxing-gloves. We are preparing two deck tennis courts, and the men have been rolling what was the old tennis court for this purpose. We require two nets and rings. It has been suggested that a cup be donated for the inter- ship deck tennis competitions. Much of interest takes place in the Club. For instance the survivors from the Jervis Bay, and their rescuers, were entertained at a luncheon-banquet in the Club. We have looked after wrecked men and survivors from other ships. We are giving pleasure to thousands of men, who, apart from the dangers which they have to face on the North Atlantic, have families and lo ved ones who have been bombed and made homeless in England. Mhairi Fenton, Librarian, Ajax Club. DECEMBER December is the time of year. When every one is filled with cheer; The Christmas season is at hand. People are joyful through the land. December is the time of year. When the sky is always clear; Grown-ups hustle and rustle about. While little children play and shout. Babs Soper. 22 SAMARA Senior THEY PASS IN THE NIGHT HE is dead now. The war killed him. It killed everybody, this war; if not phy- sically, spiritually. Only last night he was here. He was alive, cracking jokes with me and we were laughing. You could laugh up there, and you felt like it. The misty night air was free from the dust and smoky wounds of London, and made us feel clean inside as it swept across our faces. The wind seemed to carry away with it the sorrows and burdens of the people now lying quietly below us. Waiting. To-night I was alone, and the idle lights looked too large and heavy for only one person to handle. They stand silent, and pointed to the sky as if perpetually searching for something. They looked dead now with no light coming from them. They would come to life again and work as before, but he wouldn ' t. Nothing would bring him back again. I knew him just one night, but by the end I felt I had always known him. I only wish I had. You make friends quickly in a war. There isn ' t time not to, nor can you afford not to. The moon rose and cast weird shadows on its way. I heard someone ascending the ladder and unconsciously turned. They apparently were sending someone to substitute, and to help me. He was young and handsome as Roddy had been, though had obviously never been up here before, by the way he climbed the ladder. " Hello, old chap, " he said, introducing himself in a carefree v ay. His tone of voice so startled me that I could have hit him. Didn ' t he know why he was here? Didn ' t he know Roddy was dead, and that by morning he might be too, and maybe both of us! He kept on talking in his gay man- ner, and subconsciously I listened. " Too bad about Roddy last night wasn ' t it? Cer- tainly was a nice fellow. He ' ll be missed at home all right! No time to think of your best friends now though. That will come after, and when people have time to think again. " Section Those few sentences made me feel hope- lessly foolish and selfish inside. " Tes, " I said finally, " it was a shame. Only knew him a few hours, but he must have made a great friend. " There was silence for a minute and then I said; " I say, Jeff, have you heard this one? " I started to go on, but my joke was interrupted by a far distant purr of humming motors, and we switched on the light. Josephine Frazier, Fry. ON BEING CHEERFUL BEFORE BREAKFAST WAS that the bell or wasn ' t it? Oh well! just a couple more seconds of sleep anyway. " Next thing I knew the covers had been rudely pulled off and my roommate was in the process of tickling me — oh, how I HATE being tickled! After much violent kicking and complaining I managed to crawl out of bed, only to dis- cover that someone had made off with my washcloth. A few minutes of search re- vealed it tucked away on the floor in the corner of the cupboard. After staggering down the corridor to the bathroom, throwing some water on my face and making an attempt to brush my teeth, I found myself back in my room vainly search- ing for the stocking which had disappeared. A quick glance at the clock and I decided it would have to remain lost while I put on a clean pair. Before it was possible the breakfast bell was ringing. In a mad rush I swept all the curlers and pins out of my hair, dashed a comb through it and went flying down to breakfast, arriving there just on the dot. From utter exhaustion I collapsed on my chair and sank into a lethargy which lasted the entire meal. When next I came to it was to realize that I was being asked to write an essay " On Being Cheerful Before Breakfast. " Susan Kenny, Fry. SAMARA 23 MAIL HAVE you seen the morning mail, Sue? " " Yes " " Did I get any? " " No. " " Did I? " " I think so. " " Three cheers! What was the writing hke? Was it in green ink? Where did it come from? Was it from Mother or from HIM? " and so it continues day after day. According to the Oxford Dictionary, mail means a number of things; namely, a tax or rent, armour composed of interlaced rings, a public promenade bordered by trees, not to mention a packet of letters. But what does it means to a boarder? It means the suspense of waiting from early morning till late afternoon to find out if the letter did come from HIM or from mother. As Sarah Doudney once said: " But the waiting time, my brothers. Is the hardest time of all. " The conversation at break mainly consists of wondering out loud that if the letter is from Mother will she say I can have the new dress, or will she send a cheque? At lunch inevitably you turn to your neighbour to enquire whether she was one of the for- tunate ones and if so whether hers was THE letter or not. After lunch a mad rush is made towards your roommate and together you try to decide whether it is from Mother or HIM. As you go into class you are busy calculating the days since the last letter and weighing the pro ' s and con ' s; of course not to mention what that dreamy look during chemistry might mean. Finally the three-thirty bell rings, but will it never be four? " The mail is out. " " What none for me? But Sue said there was. Where is she anyway? " Occasionally I make a mistake; then pity me! Susan Kenny, Fry. THE NIGHT BEFORE EXAMS I COLLAPSED upon my bed exhausted, murmuring confusedly, " The first steam- ship crossed the Atlantic in 1588 when Queen Elizabeth sailed into Cadiz to singe Hitler ' s moustache, " . . . . " (a + b) = ut which is to be used with the present sub- junctive. " After an hour or two of miserable tossing I turned over and went to sleep. The next thing that I knew was that I was walking down Buena Vista in spring- time. The birds were all singing the same merry little tune and I could distinctly hear the words " You ' re going to fail, you ' re going to fail, you ' re going to fail " repeated over and over again. The trees were covered with fresh, green French and German dic- tionaries and all the flowers were spread- ing out their calynes so that the amocha on their cordlas might warm their prendopadia in the sun. The sky was full of magic carpets upon which reclined various members of the teaching staff gaily tossing examination papers overboard. fls I walked along I met two august per- sonages of area (a — b) . They appeared to be arguing as to whether it was Julius Caesar or Mr. Churchill who first discovered tobacco. I politely interrupted that I thought it was far more likely to have been Sir Launcelot or Quentin Durwood. No sooner had I spoken than they vanished. However I soon met George Washington, who seeing me about to cross a puddle, whipped off his pullover and laid it before my feet. " Voila, m.adame " , he said, bowing deeply. " Danke schon, " I replied in my best Latin. By this time the leaflets had fallen so deep that I took the skis out of my pocket and climbed onto the roof of the streetcar which was waiting at the end of the road. Just as I was preparing to sail downhill a ferocious voice murmured in my ear, " The force of gravity compels me to push you off at the velocity of 90 m.p.h. At what point will you reach the ground? " There was a sickening thud and I found myself on the floor of my bedroom. Jill Norton, Nightingale. 24 SAMARA ELMWOOD ' S DAY T seven-thirty it is said, The Elmwood girls get out of bed. With one eye open, one eye not; Down dimly lighted hall they trot; Though rather slowly I ' m afraid Cause they are sleepy — as I said. However, much to one ' s surprise, They come to mess with open eyes. ' Tis very hard to make a bed As neat as Elmwood girls, it ' s said, Or have the speed with which they do, The Elmwood chores that are not few. fl few more bells ring later on, Then to the hall for prayers and song. Then off to classes where the brain Is always wracked through heat and strain; Though ' tis not so with Elmwood girls. Their heads are clear like shining pearls! There ' s Latin, French, and English too, Plus History, spares and drill to do — Along comes break, they file outside To roam the court-yard far and v ide. But now that spring is nearly here, They walk in slush up to the ear. flt lunch Miss Mills must ring the bell, And say to talk and not to yell. When tapioca pudding ' s brought. There are excuses vainly sought. But these protests are all in vain. They shall have this next week again. Then finally at half past three, There is a shout; a loud whoo-pee! This is the day girl ' s guick depart, fls out the schoolroom door they dart. fllas the boarders left inside, flwait the coming of the tide Of mail that everyone does hope. Will come to them, or cause to mope. However after all is read, And words of joy and sorrow said. The avalanche of girls go up To change their clothes in time to sup. Of course they have to study next, And so gaze blankly at the text. But finally they give up the deed, fls washing hair seems to impede. When ten p.m. at last is found, Throughout the house there ' s not a sound. Rnd finally when the moon is high, You may see Sue go floating by. Rt seven-thirty it is said. The Elmwood girls get out of bed. Josephine Frazier, Fry, SOUVENIRS DES LACS ITALIENS C ' ETAIT une vie ou, pour se coucher on avait une vue d ' un lac, de la salle de bain on pouvait comptempler Monte Rosa, de la cuisine les camelias, pour les repas on avait a pleine portee des monasteres au clair de lune pour toute la vie le soleil! Oui, je me souviendrai toujours, je I ' es- pere de ces lacs calmes et tranguilles abrites par les hautes collines gui forment la frange des Alpes. Le lac Majeur est celui que j ' ai connu le mieux. Nous habitions au commence- ment a Suna dans une vieille maison batie par un eleve de Galilee dont le jardin n ' etait qu ' une masse de camelias roses et blancs et d ' azalees mauves. A cote de la maison il y avait un petit sentier qui montait dans les collines; etant petite c ' etait ma grande joie d ' y faire de longues promenades. Errant dans les champs ou poussaient milles genres de fleurs, je m ' amusais a ramasser des glands pour en faire des jouets bizarres. Je me souviens du mais dore qui pendait des poutres, des gros cailloux ronds gui bril- laient apres une averse. . . .des feuilles seches qui craquaient sous les pieds et de la fumee bleuatre. . . . Au debut de I ' automne quand les raisins tombaient en enormes grappes de leurs branches qui pendaient en guirlandes d ' ar- bre en arbre, j ' aimais voir les paysans faire les vendanges. Le torse nu dans d ' immenses cuves toutes rougies par le vin, les hommes pietinaient les fruits murs; le vin jaillissait en une cascade pourpre baignant les jambes du paysan. Le va et vient, le brouhaha du dialecte italien, le paysage, les arbres, c ' etait tout cela que j ' aimais. (la suite, page 30.) SAMARA 25 THE PLAYMATE THE story opens at " Lichen Hall, " a large country estate in England. It belonged to Lord Rothschild, who had a beautiful daughter Daphne. When she was twelve years old her life suddenly ended, as she was burned in a fire at Lichen Hall, in the west wing where she slept. How the fire began nobody knew, but Claude Rothschild, the younger brother of Lord Rothschild, who was staying at Lichen Hall at the time, realized that Daphne, his niece, was trapped in her room by the flames, and made a point of telling the firemen that she was not in her room, having gone up to her room beforehand, and pushed the almost un- conscious child under her bed, so that no one would be able to find her. He did this because he was jealous of his brother owning Lichen Hall, being the eldest, also because he wanted it to be his, and after the death of Daphne, Claude knew that his brother would never be able to live at Lichen Hall alone with the memories that would linger round the spacious grounds. Now it was just twelve years ago that Claude ' s beautiful niece Daphne had pe- rished, when Claude and Laura Rothschild, with their daughter. Hyacinth, came to Lichen Hall to live. Hyacinth was a lovely child and the same age as Daphne had been before her death. She was her cousin, a sharp pointed face, shining eyes, auburn hair and very im- aginative. When the family moved in Claude did not want the west wing to be used at all, because be hated to be reminded of his terrible deed, but Hyacinth immediately took a fancy to the room which had been Daphne ' s bedroom and implored to be given that as her own, also the playroom which would have been done away with unless Hyacinth had not insisted that it should be kept the same. Claude at last gave in re- luctantly. Once again Lichen Hall was alive with laughter and running steps. Hyacinth, who had previously been such a lonely child, could hardly ever be coaxed in to having company, but always seemed to have heaps of friends. She could be seen in the garden running madly across the lawns as ii she were racing something, but when she was asked what she was doing she would get rather flustered and say she was running one leg against the other, and would always change the subject. Laura, once going upstairs to say good- night to Hyacinth, passed by the playroom. She saw a light on and the gramaphone playing. She was going to scold Hyacinth for not being in bed, and on opening the door found the room perfectly empty. Ex- pecting Hyacinth to be hiding, she was just going when something very strange caught her eye. The rocking horse which had been Daphne ' s and was still in the playroom, was in motion but what was strange was that ordinarily without anyone on its back, the stirrups would be swinging loosely, but in this case they were not, they were guite taut and not moving. Gradually the motion slowed down, but Laura waited to see what would happen, then as nothing else happened she was just turning out the light, when she distinctly felt something light brush past her. Thinking that Hyacinth was playing some trick, she went on to her room to see what she was up to. When she looked into the room she found Hyacinth asleep. She thought about the strange occurrence for some time, then the thought slipped her mind. Knowing that Claude was rather touchy on the subject of anything to do with Daphne, she did not say anything about what she had seen until she could bear the situation no longer, and then Claude found out for himself that something rather strange was going on. One night just before Christmas, Hyacinth went outside during the night, to climb trees; unfortunately the branches were wet and she slipped and fell from a very high branch and sprained her ankle. The next morning after the doctor had been to see her ankle, Laura asked Hyacinth in front of Claude why she had been so naughty. Hyacinth, forgetting herself for a moment said: " Oh! she climbed much higher than I did, but I slipped. " Laura looked at Claude who realized what she had said, but Hyacinth, without any warning burst into tears, pro- mising that she would never do such a thing again. Then Laura told Claude about what she had seen in the playroom that night, but Claude told her that it was just im- 26 SAMARA agination. He decided that it would be a good plan if the three of them went away from Lichen Hall for a few weeks, probably to London for the Christmas season. When Hyacinth heard this she begged and im- plored not to be taken away from Lichen Hall, saying she would be so lonely at Lichen Hall and it would not be fair. Seeing that Hyacinth could not be coaxed into leaving, they left the subject alone. Some nights later Laura and Claude had been asked out to dinner, and Claude, after saying goodnight to Hyacinth, was just getting into the car and happened to look up at her window. She was leaning out on her hands with the moonlight shining on her face looking very beautiful. He al- most started at seeing now very like Daphne she was, and had never really noticed beforehand. After the party, Claude decided to walk home as it was such a lovely night. He reached the gates of Lichen Hall soon after midnight, and as he was walking up the drive he thought he heard the cry of fire! fire! and as he started to run towards the house he caught sight of red flickering on the wall. Too astonished to speak he just stood and waited for the fire brigade to come, as nothing could be done. The fire was in the west wing and Hyacinth was trapped in her room, the same as it had been twelve years ago. Ladders were placed up against Hyacinth ' s window and Claude himself went up the ladder, and on reaching the window he saw not Hyacinth but the girl who had perished twelve years ago. Then the halucination vanished and he found himself looking into an empty room. Frantically looking at the next window he saw Hyacinth. After hurling himself down the ladder, they were changed very guickly, but not guick enough, for the roof collapsed. Once again the body of a child was recovered but this time under the debris. Felicity Peacock. Keller. METAMORPHOSE (with no apologies to Ovid) The holidays are over And back she comes once more With hair a-curl and eyes a-glow How long this lasts,— we know! The shining cars roll past the gate From Cadillacs to flivvers But all SHE does is stand. And stand — and stand — and stand and wait. We see her now still waiting there Her hair — can this be true? Her face is pale, her eyes are glazed Oh, boarder! Is this you? (Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental). Winifred Cross, —Keller. Damaris Owen, — Fry. NIGHT When the glowing yellow sun had set And nature was wrapt in sleep, The stars from their cloudy beds had crept, To-night ' s bright watch to keep. And later when the sky grew dark The placid moon arose, But not a silver trace could mark What cloud her beams enclose. But soon again she journeyed on, In a shining glory dressed, Streaming her light on house and lawn And sleeping flowers caressed. Soon the stars will go to bed And the moon will disappear. The sun will look on the flowers instead And the birds will reappear. Sarah E. G. Wallace, Keller. FIFTH HEAVEN Commonly known as: " The teacher ' s pets. " Our well known saying: " Oh that wasn ' t for to-day. " Our favourite occupation: Homework. We dislike most: Leaving school on Friday afternoon. Our opposites: The Prefects. Our ambition: To graduate. Probable Future: Oxford. Ann Croil, Mary Wurtele. SAMARA 27 DESTITUTE THIS is supposed to be a short chapter from a book. The story takes place in Germany, shortly after Hitler has risen to power. War had been declared and al- ready the poorer people have met with hunger and cold while all are living in a world of death and destruction. In Magdibung as in the rest of Germany, many bombs had fallen. Streets were clut- tered with fallen debris and the once beauti- ful forests and fields now lay in a tangled mass of ruin. In this particular town government officials had been posted to see that the orders of the mighty Fuerher were obeyed. He had issued many lately and his trustees were carrying them through in many cases by means of cruel torture. That was how they had taken Lotto ' s father. The family had been sitting in the only room of their miserable home when several sentries had entered and after having asked a few questions they had taken him by means of manacles. For the next year, Lotte and her mother had lived alone. They were able to make a little money be selling groceries. Some- times they had been hungry and cold and after many months of this life the old woman died. This had left Lotte alone in the world at the age of fourteen with her dog Seppel. She had no friends to help and care for her and she was not strong. The corner grocer payed her a little for running errands and together she and Seppel had survived. It was only the company of one and other that made life worth living for them both. They never were separated. Lotte had had to pawn everything but the small radio, the one easy chair, her own clothes and a few cooking utensils. Even her large oil-painting of her mother had gone for a loaf of bread. Nevertheless she still had Seppel and he was all that mattered in the whole wide world. Hitler ' s voice had come roaring over the radio about five minutes before. He had been giving one of his weekly propaganda lectures and Lotte had been listening, thinking nothing he could possibly say would mean anything to her. At one point she actually had laughed aloud at one of his remarks and then; then, he had said it. She had prayed that it wouldn ' t happen and now he was scattering all the hope in those prayers. ' . .and again I repeat " his voice had boomed over the wireless, ' " We must have provisions and now the time has come when I must demand all useless animals such as cats and dogs to be killed. Killed because of the valuable food they are eating, " his tone rose to a crashing crescendo but Lotte had heard no more. Mechanically she switched stations and for fully an hour she sat, too weak to move. Tears slowly rolled down her cheeks as she sat, fondling Seppel. How she got through the rest of the day, she never knew. The lump in her throat rose up until it seemed to choke her, every time she thought of the death of her own dearest Seppel. While delivering a few parcels she never once let the dog stray from her sight. In the evening when Lotte got home she was a nervous wreck. She drew the chair up to the stove and taking Seppel in her lap she wept hysterically. Wept as if her little heart would break. There was a look in ' " Seps " eyes that was almost human. He understood, she knew he did. She could read it in his face. " Seps, Seps, oh Seppy, what will I ever do without you? " In another hour Lotte had managed to control herself and had decided upon a definite plan. One thing was certain. She wasn ' t going to let any official kill her dog. Why, he might even torture him. If her own Seppel was to be done away with she ' d do it herself. For another half hour she sat. Seppel fell asleep and then, Lotte arose and having placed the dog in her chair she took a piece of strong twine that had been used for drying vegetables. Then, cutting a piece off, she tied it around Seppel ' s neck. After having rolled the remaining two yards into a ball, she put on her coat, and taking the dog in her arms, she left the house. The night was cold and a heavy fog had developed making all the lights (the ' ' black 28 SAMARA out " had not yet come) have a dull haze around them. With no sign of tears, Lotte took short deliberate steps in the direction of the river. She shivered and every step she took made her insides shake. Holding the warm dog to her she soon came to the end of the street and turned left down Viktoria Rd. where she let him walk. Seeing a fairly large rock at the side of the road she tied the rope around it and with some difficulty dragged it for the next block to the bridge. Lotte stopped when she got to the middle and tied the end of the long twine to the shorter one around Seppel ' s neck. The mist grew heavier and everything was drenched in a cold dampness. Lotte drew her shabby coat tighter. Several people were passing to and fro but the child saw none of them. To her she and Seppel were alone. She looked over the rail. The water was thrashing into small cataracts and whirlpools as it swept down its sloping bed. The foam on the crests of the choppy waves made a sharp contrast from the black waters and together they hit menacingly against the foundations of the bridge. Lotte felt sick and dizzy and the damp air chilled her to the bone. She placed Seppel in her arms so that she was looking straight into his soft, brown eyes. " Seppy " she murmured with more tears, " Seppy, this is the best way out " and she kissed his cold nose. She took a step forward and stood on the bar at the foot of the rail. She could see the river fully now and it looked even more terrifying than it had before. Lotte placed the dog on the rail which came slightly above her waist. " Seppy " she sobbed; the dog responded with a feeble whine, " ' Seppy, good-bye. I ' ll see you again some day. " Leaning forward she held Seppel for a moment and balanc- ing the stone on the bar she stood. The dog barked several times and then, shoving the weight, Lotte let them go. He whined several times on the way down and despite the roar of the waves she heard him hit the water. She stood for a moment and then slowly turned away, desolate and alone. Shirley Smith, Nightingale. DEDICATED to MY MOTHER Last night I dreamed I saw you Bedecked in jewels rare A massive fortune at your feet And I had put it there. Your hair a mass of diamonds Your dress of shimmering lace Did not hide, could not replace The sorrow on your face. I had placed the world before you Yet in my selfish aim I failed to give you that which Mothers crave beyond all Fame. To-day I stand before you And with God my witness swear Those jewels exchange for powers of love And ease your worldly care. Mary Buckley, Keller. GOSSIPY GHOSTS The hour was late, the moon shone bright. Not a whisper sounded through the night But down on the dark old cellar stair Groups of ghosts were gathering there. One by one, they appeared from the black. Hook Nose, Knobble Knuckles and bald old Mack, And hundreds more stood gossiping there, Down on the dark old creaky stair. Then all of a sudden they vanished from sight; There in the sky were streaks of light, The dawn had come, the night had passed. The old gossipy ghosts had vanished at last. Moyra McMaster, Fry. SAMARA 29 SHIPS THAT PASS IN THE NIGHT WHEN night fell the sky was dark grey in colour and low clouds drifted slowly along, almost at a standstill. The wind that had been a gale during the day, dropped now to the faintest breath that scarcely stirred the leaves on the trees. The darkness came suddenly, and seemed all the darker because the fog shut every- thing in with a silent heavy blackness. I could not see three yards through it. The trees and bushes seemed to feel the weight of the fog and their leaves hung limp and wet without stirring. Even the sea seemed sad without the light of the stars; the breakers rolled slowly in to the shore to break on the rocks at the bottom of the cliff. They did not come in with speed and cracking roar that they usually did, but were almost too lazy to break over the cold, wet rocks. It was as if oil had been poured over the sea and the slow easy swell beyond the breakers was so different from the tossing white-cap- ped waves that had been during the day. The air was cold and clammy and to be out in it long made me soaked through as though I had been through a rain storm except that it was a cold depressed feeling and not refreshing like the rain. Nothing stirred, the heavy silence was broken only by the breaking of the waves and the faint foghorn of a ship far out to sea. Now and again a tiny breath of wind would pass through the trees and their leaves would rustle then fall back tired and limp to their places. Then suddenly there was a rustle that was not caused by the wind. I started — for out of the gloom a shadowy figure appeared and wandered over to the cliff top. I drew back and saw that it was a girl. She stopped at the top of the cliff. The breakers crashed on the rocks below with mono- tonous thuds. From where I was standing I could half see her face: it was young and quite attractive but grief had twisted it strangely, and her eyes had a dazed look. She stood looking out to sea for a minute, then she turned, pulled herself together and brushing her damp half-curled hair from her face, she turned back to where she had come from. The mist parted to receive her, a foghorn sounded out at sea, then the mist closed in again on the deep unbroken silence. She had come and gone so swiftly and silently I was beginning to wonder if she had been human. Would I ever know? Would I ever see her again? Perhaps, but then one seldom sees again ' ' ships that pass in the night " . Damaris Owen , Fry. THE SECRET OF KNOWLEDGE wish I could Slick in knowledge As a blotter does a blot, When it came to examinations It would really help a lot. I ' d know the facts and dates and things The why and which and how, I ' d ream off miles and miles of stuff, I ' d really be a wow! But when years go by and I have left school I wonder if I ' ll know What was meant by sine and cos. Or what was the doctrine of Monroe! And thus it is — the secret of knowledge — We may learn a lot when we are at college But instead of striving pist to gain it Much better to wish we could retain it! Margaret Gerard, Nightingale. BUY ME AND MY KIND I am square and blue, flnd I mean to you Freedom and peace ilnd wars to cease. They have asked you to buy me. Twenty-five is my fee, But that ' s very cheap For I ' ll send to the deep fill the Blackshirts and Nazis — fln end to the AXIS! What am I? il War Saving Stamp! Dorothy Davis, Nightingale. 30 SAMARA SOUVENIRS DES LACS ITALIENS (Suite de la page 24) Au printemps nous faisions des pique- niques sur le lac d ' Orta dans un endroit tellement paisible et tellement joli — le Sacro Monte. Peu de gens le connaisse, car c ' est sur une colline loin de tous les touristes et dans ce grand pare naturel et sauvage ne vivent que des moines. On les voit de temps en temps passer par les avenues de cypres le breviaire a la main, la tete basse. Parmi les touffes de feuillage et les grands arbres sombres sont caches d ' innombrables petites chapelles. On s ' assoit devant des tables de granit et le soir les lucioles rem- plissent les bois Si Ton marche jusqu ' a la petite auberge on se trouve sur une terrasse qui domine le lac. Au milieu se dresse I ' lle San Giuglio dont les maisons donnent directement sur I ' eau. ... Je me souviens des cloches qui sonnaient de chaque chapelle et du reflet du soleil sur les murs blancs Sur le lac Majeur se trouvait un autre monastere d ' un autre genre qui s ' appelait Santa Caterina del Sasso. II etait tres haut perche sur le flanc d ' un rocher qui donnait a pic sur I ' eau. Nous prenions un repas froid avec nous dans une vedette et nous partions avec une bande d ' amis pour ce lieu isole de tout. Nous mentions je me rappelle, un petit sentier rocailleux et puis tout a coup nous etions sur une etroite terrasse ombragee de figuiers dont les fruits murs pendaient comme de grosses boucles d ' oreilles rouges mi — cachees par le feuillage. II y avait dans un coin un vieux pressoir et au fond le sentier qui conduisait aux cloitres et au monastere meme. flpres avoir bien dine et bien parle nous retournions a Pallanza au clair de lune. . . I ' eau se froissait au bord du bateau mais sauf pour le ronflement du moteur il y avait un silence parfait. . . . calme infini. Le lac de Como etait celui que j ' aimais le moins. Bien que ses rives fussent pleines de fleurs et de villas ravissantes, tout cela resemblait trop a ces cartes postales de couleur. Cru, artificiel comme la devanture d ' un magasin qui veut tout montrer en meme temps, ce lac etait trop calme, presque mort, il n ' y avait jamais de vent, nous passions par des routes bordees de grands murs qui c achaient toute la vue Non, j ' aimais mieux mon lac Majeur avec les lies Pescatori et Borromee les barques recouvertes de leurs baches en toile epaisse, les collines qui dans le vague lointain se transformaient en nuages mauves. J ' aimais les bois de chataigniers ou je me roulais dans la mousse avec nom chien, les vignes qui formaient des guirlandes, et a deux pas de chez nous les neiges eternelles, la terre noire qui sentait tellement bon apres un orage, des pique niques des voyages, des vues devant lesquelles on s ' assoupissait en un sommeil exquis; des jours ou Ton ne faisait rien tout en faisant tout, ces jours ou le temps ne comptait pas, ou les machines de ce monde de fer, tellement dur, tellement laid, etaient cachees par la beaute de la nature. Jacqueline Workman. THE NYMPH She slipped through the garden With the greatest ease, As the wind was rustling The tops of the trees. The moon in the sky The stars shining bright, The flowers were asleep In the midst of night. The dance lasted long, It was young and wild. Dancing round the trees With joy of a child. When the new morn awoke, She fled from all sight. With a dainty flit And the speed of night. Felicity Hastings, Fry. SAMARA 31 SCHOOL DAZE ACT I— SCENE I Scene — Elm wood School. Boarder ' s bed- room, " Old Staff Room. " Time 7 a.m. As the curtain rises a sleepy rumbling is heard. Liz — Is that the first or the second bell? Betty — (startled.) I don ' t know. Anyhow, let ' s wait until Mrs. Elliot comes round. (Quiet again). A gentle tapping is heard. Gentle Voice — Everybody up? Liz — Uh-h- I ' m so sleepy. Binkie — Let ' s go back to sleep, it ' s Monday: (on second thought she rises and sleepily gathers her washing things.) (The other two follow.) (A little while later a bell is heard, and louder ex- clamations are heard as the occupants of " the old staff room. " realize that it is time for inspection.) Chorus — Where ' s my tie? I lost my cuff- links. Did you see my nail file? Oh I can ' t go down with one shoe. (They hurriedly dash downstairs.) ACT II— SCENE I Scene — The tea table. Time 4 p.m. As the curtain rises, Damaris is seen vainly trying to keep order. Councillor — Quiet please. Sit down! (The noise, though lessened, continues.) Smith — Anyone not want their tea? (This question receives no answer and the hungry boarder lapses into dis- appointed silence. Tea arrives and there is a mad scramble). Mary C. — First extra! Chorus — Second, third, fourth extra. Councillor — Girls, be quiet; bring your chairs to this table. Mar got — (entering) Mail ' s out! (Everybody hastily finishes and rushes off in the direction of the stairs.) Councillor — (crying after them). All come back and put your chairs away. ACT II— SCENE II Scene — Senior Classroom. Time — 6.10 p.m. Sue — (frantically) — I only make it 25. Is everyones room mate here? (Pensively) Now let me think. Helen — Where ' s Shirley Mann? Sue — Oh yes, Shirley. Jill, will you go get her, please? (Jill goes, willingly.) Now then, Di, Judy and Cammy are in the infirmary! Flea H. — When are they getting out, do you know? Anne G. — (vaguely) Sometime soon, I sup- pose. Janet C. — (helpfully) Oh, yes, Bridget ' s away, too, and Jackie — don ' t forget. Sue — (Aside to Liz H.) Take door, Liz. Ogden and Winnie — (in unison) Quiet, please. (A few seconds elapse). Liz H. — Stand, please. Mrs. Buck—Good evening, girls. (The curtain falls.) ACT II— SCENE III Scene — The Lounge. Loud jazz music is heard as the curtain rises — and everyone seems to be talking at once. Time — 8.35 p.m. Binkie— {vamly trying to write a letter) Won ' t you please. . . (her voice drown- ed in a loud burst of laughter from two people playing jacks). Anne G. — Hm-m. This is a good book. Janet C. — I have only three more things to do before I pass my first class in Guides. Smith — (To Dottie) Can I see the Winnipeg paper after you ' re through? Liz G. . . .after Smith! Dottie — ' Hm-m-m. Betty C. — Mother wrote and told me to-day that they have the cutest dresses in McDonald ' s at home. Joan P. — (Quietly to her neighbor). I ' ve just finished my second pair of Socks for my brothers. They ' re in the Air force, you know. Tommy— {Cailmq across to Damaris). Have you seen that new rhumba? 32 SAMARA Damaris — (busily sewing a child ' s frock) No, I haven ' t, but let ' s go down to the hall one night and you can teach me. Massey — (to Jo). Will you give me your " ' Good Housekeeping? " I ' ve got a Ladies Home Journal and we ' ll trade. Jo — Certainly. I ' ve just finished ' " Good Housekeeping. " It ' s a good number this week. Have you seen the latest Mademoiselle? Winnie — I hear the styles are very smart. I can hardly wait to see them. Helen — Is next Saturday the Saturday out? It doesn ' t seem any time since we had the last time. Norma — I ' d like to go riding. (A faint ringing is heard and Nancy K. appears.) Nancy — (officially). Will you please all go to bed now? (The excited chatter continues.) Nancy — (distractedly). Will no one listen to me? The guarter to nine bell has gone. Some of you have baths. (At the word " baths " various girls jump up and the others, gathering up their belongings, follow, and soon the lounge is empty.) Some time later another bell rings and silence reigns along the halls. Quiet now after an eventful day. Dorothy Kennedy, Avril Crabtree, Fry House. BOARDERS Sept. 17 — Boarders arrive. Sept. 21— Wakefield for lunch. Sept. 28— The Art Gallery and to see the Princesses ' dolls. Oct. 5 — Saturday Out. Oct. 7 — Seniors go to see " Autumn Crocus " . Oct. 12 — " Spring Parade " with Deanna Durbin. Oct. 14 — Thanksgiving Day. Boarders go out. Oct. 19 — Treasure Hunt in the afternoon, and concert in the evening. Oct. 26— Saturday Out. Nov. 1 — Hallowe ' en Party. Nov. 7 — Celebrity Concert. Marian An- derson. Nov. 8-11 — Long Weekend. Nov. 16 — Saturday In. Nov. 21 — Christ Church Bazaar. Nov. 23 — Chateau to swim. Nov. 30— Saturday Out. Dec. 4 — Celebrity Concert. The Washington Symphony. Dec. 9 — Christmas Shopping. Dec. 15 — Sing Carols at Mr. and Mrs. Buck ' s house. Dec. 17 — House Collections and Plays. Christmas Party. CALENDAR Jan. 8 — Boarders Return. Jan. 11 — Glen Eagles to ski. Jan. 16 — Celebrity Concert. Piatagorsky. Jan. 18 — Mountain Lodge to ski. Jan. 25 — Saturday Out. Jan. 30 — Celebrity Concert. Hubermann. Jan. 31 — Sleigh Ride. Feb. 1— Maria Gambarelli. Feb. 8 — Chateau to swim. Feb. 10 — Lecture on R.C.N, in Wartime. Feb. 15 — Mountain Lodge to ski. Feb. 21-24— Long Weekend. Mar. 1 — Chateau to swim. Mar. 6 — Celebrity Concert. John Charles Thomas. Mar. 7 — Minto Follies. Mar. 8 — Mountain Lodge to ski. Mar. 15— Saturday Out. Mar. 18 — Dancing Recital. Adelaide Gene. Mar. 22— Art Gallery. Mar. 27 — Celebrity Concert. Hofmann. Mar. 28— Senior Play. Mar. 29— Saturday Out. April 1 — Confirmation. April 3 — Leave for Easter Holidays. April 16 — Return. April 19 — Chateau for tea. Nancy Kennedy. SAMARA 33 Junior Section THE STORY OF A NECKLACE THE first thing that I remember, was something slipping down me. I looked up and saw a man ' s face bending over me. Then I was put on a soft cushion; I heard a snap and it all went dark. . . .1 think I must have fallen asleep, for I do not recollect anything, until a great jolt woke me up, and I heard heavy footsteps; then the box which I was in was lifted up and I was carried out of the van and into a house; after a minute I heard a snap and my box was opened and I saw an old man bending over me. " " How much is this one? " he asked the man who had carried me out of the van. " " Fifty dollars? " " " Oh no, it is at least seventy-five, " answer- ed the other man. " " They are very good emeralds. " I heard a rustling sound, as three twenty one ten, and one five, dollar bills were put on the counter; and directly the " van- man ' had stamped out, I was put on a shelf. I led a very dull existence for some days; however, before a fortnight had gone by, I was sold. On the eighth day of my stay in the shop, an old lady came in, holding by the hand a little girl who seemed rather spoilt. " " Well, " said the shopman, hurrying briskly in. " " What can I do for you, ma ' am? " " " I would like a nice necklace to fit my grandaughter here, " said the lady, nodding at the child. The shopman brought down several cases, but the child wouldn ' t have them. At last he took me down, and opened my case; the lady cried " " Oh, Daphne, darling, wouldn ' t you like that one? Look, green, your favourite colour! " Daphne replied cautiously " " It ' s guite nice. Oh well, I suppose I ' ll have to take it. " " " How much is it? " asked the lady. " " I hundred dollars, ma ' am, " the old shopman relied. " " flll right. Here you are, " and the lady put some money on the counter. The shopman wrapped me up in brown paper and put me in the lady ' s bag. It was very comfortable and I soon fell asleep. When I woke up, the first thing I heard was the voice of little Daphne, saying in a fretful tone: " " I want to see my necklace; give it to me. " I heard the click of the latch as the bag was opened, and then a hand came in and I was taken out; my paper was unwrapped, and I was taken out of my box. Daphne stared at me for a minute, then she shouted, " " Let me put it on, Granny! " " " Here you are, darling, " answered her grandmother, and she clasped me round Daphne ' s neck. Daphne was delighted; " " I ' m going to wear it tomorrow at the fair, " she said. " " Oh n o, darling! " cried her grandmother, horrified. " " You will lose it. " ' " I ' m going to, granny, " cried Daphne, stamping her foot. " " Don ' t be naughty, dear, " said the old lady, and she unclasped me, and put me on the dressing table. There I watched Daphne going to bed. Next morning there was a hurry and bustle, for Daphne insisted in putting on her new dress. Her grandmother would not ler her wear me, but as soon as her back was turned. Daphne clasped me round her neck. We went to the fair in a car, but directly we got there. Daphne jumped out of the car and ran to the roundabout. She waited until it had stopped, and then gave the showman two cents and jumped on, while her grand- mother hurried after her. After the first two rounds I felt myself becoming a little loose, and on the third round, as Daphne leaned against the brass pole, I rubbed against it, my catch came undone, and I dropped on the grass below the roundabout. Daphne did not notice I had gone, until she had finished her ride, and then she dropped on the grass to search for me; but she could not find me, and was led off howling by her grandmother. I stayed under the roundabout until it began to grow dark, when a little boy crawled underneath the roundabout to pick up a toy trumpet. He stared at me, and then 34 SAMARA picked me up, and scrambled from under- neath the roundabout, and raced towards a dirty looking caravan. ' " Ello! where ' ve you bin all this time? " cried a woman, looking out of the door of the caravan. " Your father ' s bin drinkin ' again; hurry up and come and have your tea. " " Look ma, " cried the boy, holding me up. " Look what oi ' ve gort. " " Let me see. Why, it ' s a necklace! " she cried. " Don ' t tell your father. " But just at that moment a big burly man strode up. " Hi! " he growled. " What ' ve you got there. " " Oh, it ' s nothin ' ' Erbert, " whined the woman. " Gimme it, whatever it is, you brat, " shouted ' Erbert. The woman tried to hide me under her apron, but Herbert wrenched me away from her, and looked at me. Then he ex- claimed in disgust, " Why, this is only a bloomin ' necklace. Orlright, wait a minute, " he said as his wife tried to snatch me. " Lem- me ' ave a look at it, " and he held me up to the light. " Why, these are emeralds, " he exclaimed. " I ' ll take it to Corby ' s and try and sell it. " " No you don ' t, you great big bully " screamed Mrs. Herbert. " You ' ll just spend the money in drink. " However, Herbert put me in his pocket, and marched away to the " Black Boat " pub, where we stayed for what seemed a very long time to me, lying in a dark and stuffy pocket. However, at last we left the pub, and Herbert walked along with me still in his pocket; then I heard something steadily rubbing up and down, in the other corner of the pocket; I strained my eyes, and could just see some sharp pointed instrument something like a file; then I saw that light seemed to be coming from the bottom of it, and looking down, I saw a small hole which I suppose the point must have made. I wriggled towards the hole, and by pushing my largest emerald through it a few times, I made it bigger, and then I wriggled through the hole and dropped on to the pavement below, while Herbert strode on. . . . .Tap, Tap, Tap. I opened my eyes and saw walking along the road towards me a young man, holding by the hand a little girl, who was talking happily to him. " Oh Uncle, " I heard her say, " Yester- day we went to the fair, and — oh, what ' s that! " and she darted forward and picked me up. " Let me see, Polly, " said her uncle, and I was held out to him for inspection. " Why, these are emeralds! " he exclaimed. " We had better take it to the police station, " and he put me in his pocket. R{ the police station a rubicand sergeant examined me and told Mr. Machray, Polly ' s uncle, that nobody had lost a necklace that they knew, but that I had better stay at the station for a few days in case somebody came to recover me. If nobody had by the end of the week, Mr. Machray could keep me. Well, I stayed at the police station for a week, and very dull I found it; I just lay on a shelf in a kind of dark cupboard. flt last Mr. Machray came to collect me. He took me back in his pocket, and when we got there, he put me in a little box on some cottonwool, and wrapped us up in tissue paper; and laid us in a drawer. After about two days I was taken out and put on a table somewhere. In a few minutes I heard Polly coming down to breakfast; she came into the room where I was, and began to open parcels; I heard her saying " thank you " for the presents. flt last she opened my box. When she saw me, she gave a gasp of surprise and then ran and hugged her uncle. " Oh, Uncle Jim " she cried " Thank you so much, its a lovely necklace. " " Do you recognise it? " asked her uncle. " I think I do, " said Polly doubtfully, " isn ' t this the one I found? " " Yes " said her uncle, " how do you like it? " " I think it ' s lovely, " said Polly, " may I put it on? " SAMARA 35 I was put round Polly ' s neck and stayed there for the rest of the day. Well, to make a long story short, I stayed with Polly, and am still living with her. I hang on a candlestick on her dressing- table, and Polly does not wear me unless she has, or goes to, a party. I sometimes wish I was having adventures, but it is not very dull here, and I am glad I belong to Polly. E. Paish, Nightingale. A BOOK TALKS ABOUT ITS READERS A BOOK called, ' ' Mixture of Classes, " is going to tell us something about himself, and then about his readers. " Mr. Book " — " Thank you, thank you very much; this talk may seem a little bit out of the ordinary, but it is guite true. To begin with, I am a book that has love stories, western stories, ghost stories, school- girl tales, and gangster and fictitious stories. That gives me guite a wide variety of readers. I am a library look and see a great many people. The most strange person that ever read me, was Professor Bugsearch, who specialized in insects and butterflies. He read me because I gave him an idea of what different people read. I did not guite see the connection between bugs, books and people but I suppose he did. When he read my books, all he did was to contradict the author; in the end he wrote a book exactly opposite to me. Oh, incidentally, he gave up bugs and butterflies and became a novelist. Anna Mariah Stickleback was also pretty queer. She had to give a talk at school about three different kinds of stories so she picked me for her foundation. She wore glasses and had pigtails and a very long nose. When she read the gangster stories she pooh-poohed them all the time, saying, that nothing like that would ever happen in real life; she thought the school- girl and ghost stories were babyish, and that the westerns should not use such bad language, the love stories were sloppy and the fictitious ones were too silly for words. That is very nearly what she said in her talk. Mrs. Hodgekins was a Vicar ' s wife and she read one for a change from her usual books. The gangster story was first and she read the first three pages, then slam- med me shut (I have had a headache for nearly a week now) and took me right back to the library saying that I was blas- phemous and people should not be allowed to read me. I got so cross I fell from the counter onto her pet corn. I have had many more readers but they were the most interesting. I do hope I have not bored you too much. I thank you. " P. Archdale, Nightingale. LOST I lost my Elmwood tie, Oh my! Oh my! my, my! I looked around And saw in pound My dear old Elmwood tie. I knew I ' d get a mark, And then my day was dark, Who came in view? Our little Sue, And handed me my mark. Martha Bate, Form III. SNOW FLAKES Little white feathers. Flying through air, White and downy, Soft and fair! When you land On window sill There you lie So still, so still. Natalie de Marbois, Fry. 36 SAMARA A HERO OF YESTERDAY OUT o{ the far distance emerged a ship. As its heavy bow dipped in and out of the rolhng waves of the Atlantic the spray- flew almost to the expectant faces of the men above, leaning over the rail, searching, ever searching for the new land ahead of them, for the new world where they had been sent. Among them was a young corporal, William Bennet. He had been a weaver in England, and had given up his work to join the army at the request of his aged father. But he had never thought he would have to leave England, he never thought he would be sent to America. What would the future hold for him? He looked and he wondered. fls he disembarked at the then young but none the less thriving port of Boston, he could not help returning the inquisitive stare of the little crowd of onlookers. For among them were Quaker women in simple cotton dresses, frontiersmen in their suits of deerskin, and Indians, with their copper skin and lank black hair. fls the days passed by, he noticed a brooding spirit of unrest amongst the people; a spirit originated, no doubt, by the short sightedness and misgovernment of their English rulers. But then there were always his duties to be attended to, keeping guard at the fort, drilling new recruits; and as he did them, he saw the hate with which his uniform was received grow greater. He saw men shake their fists at him, and vow to rid the country of him, and his kind. He wondered which was right, the oppressor, or the oppressed. Rs he walked aimlessly along the street one day, a small child ran out in front of him, begging for a penny. Gladly did Bennet give it up to the little boy, smiling at the joy with which it was received. As he wandered on, he saw the same little person, fired by his first success, walk up to a haughty colonel and reguest a similiar boon. The surprise of the officer at receiving such a request was great. His ugly mouth twisted into a scowl as he said in a hard harsh voice. " Why you dirty little rogue, how dare you! " With this he raised his riding crop and smote the boy with three devastating blows. flt sight of this unpardonable injustice and cruelty, Bennet could control himself no longer. He lunged at the man, whose arm, in mid air, was about to strike the unconscious child again. Short and decisive was the fight which ensued. Bennet knocked down the Colonel, and rolled him over and over in the muck and filth of the street. flt the approach of another officer Bennet fled. His nose was bleeding and his arm was very painful, yet he could think of nothing but to flee as quickly as possible. His life depended on his speed, and fully did he realize it. For assault on a superior officer was a serious charge, and was pun- ishable by death! But soon he became aware of the pain- fulness of his arm and the necessity for him to change his clothes. They would soon follow him in hot pursuit and the sign of a farmhouse showed a possible means of relief. Hearing his tale the farmer gladly gave him civilian clothing and a horse, and sent him on his way with a good supply of food, and the assurance he would try to distract any pursuers who might question as to the direction of any riders whom he might have noticed passing that way. The evening had come, and night was fast approaching. Long ago, the sun, a flaming ball of orange, had disappeared below the far, western, horizon, and now the stars were just beginning to brighten up the darkening sky. He must make haste! He must flee! Where, he knew not, yet a strong instinct in him told him he must. Swiftly, and soon! Yet Bennet made very bad time. He was unfamiliar with the roads, and although he had no particular destination, he wished to travel to lands where his crime was yet unknown; for citizens, with reward offered for his capture in mind, sought him wher- ever he went, making his travel difficult and his chances of procuring food almost im- possible. SAMARA 37 But still he rode on, through town and village, across mountain and moor, ignorant of his whereabouts, but riding, ever riding. His speed soon slackened. He grew very- tired. He felt he must go on, but somehow he didn ' t care so much now whether he escaped or not. All he wanted was rest, rest which he could not get, for when he tried to sleep he would dream that he was standing by the gallows; he could see his former comrades and companions leering at him from the mocking crowd. Then he would awake, shivering with cold and fright to find himself surrounded by a still dew- covered countryside, that seemed to be smiling out at the new day. Then he would rise, slowly collect his few belongings, and trudge on. He was forced to walk now. His horse had carried him a long distance, it had given him a good start and had served him nobly. But his strength had soon given way to the hard riding forced on him by his master. So on he travelled by foot, unable to buy a new one, for fear the ever search- ing inhabitants might recognize him. On he went, each day getting slower and slower, with the will to run but without the energy. He dared not think how close his pursuers were behind, yet he must go on, at any cost he must go on! One day as he was slowly tramping through a village he happened to hear some women talking. He stopped, dropping back in the shadows, to listen for a minute. " My dear, " one of them said, ' ' have you heard, there is a criminal in this district! Isn ' t it terrible! The British soldiers will arrive in about an hour and. . . . " He waited for no more. " The British soldiers will be here in an hour! " As he walked through the town, it echoed and re-echoed through his mind. Half an hour later found him looking desperately for a hiding place some distance from the town. Just ahead of him he could see a small cottage. It was a picturesque little place, surrounded by purple and white lilac bushes, and a garden of pretty, colourful, flowers. No doubt the soldiers would expect to find him in the town through which he had just passed, and somehow the little cottage looked so natural and unpretentious on the scenic countryside. With a burst of hope and energy he leaped from the rock on which he stood, and al- most ran to his destination. Bennet knocked loudly on the old oaken door, and waited impatiently for it to open. He folded his arms on his chest, and his eyes wandered unconsciously to the road over which he had just come. With the distant sound of hoofs he knocked again, sharply and abruptly; this brought an immediate reply. Without stopping to regard the opener, he pushed the person aside, slammed the door, and, for the first time looked at the room and its inhabitants. It was small and low, scantily furnished, and inhabited by five or six middle-aged women whose tongues were clicking al- most as fast as they were weaving. Each wore a long cloak, covering her gown and hair. This was the customary garb of a weaver in the latter part of the eighteenth century. It was protecting the worker from the quantities of lint that came from the wool. When the gathering became fully aware of a man in the room, their chattering subsided, and a very awkward silence reigned supreme. Bennet explained his situation in six words. " Help me, " he said, " I ' m being followed. " But no one made a move. He looked around pleadingly. " Please help me, you must help me; I have committed no terrible crime. You must, you just must! " The women stared at him, bewildered for a moment. Only with the ever nearing sound of hoofs did they realize the position he was in. None too soon did he don the offered cloak. None too soon did he take his seat behind a loom in the most incon- spicuous part of the room, for it was not many minutes before the door was rudely flung open by a rough young soldier who ushered in the self-same Colonel with whom Bennet had fought. As he watched he noticed with grim pleasure the officer had his arm in a sling, and a large scar below his lip, which he rubbed fondly as he ex- 38 SAMARA plained his mission. Nor did the intruder notice the tense air in the room, or the very artificial conversation exchanged by the ladies. Once he saw a broad manlike grin on an inconspicuous face. But not looking for trouble, he did not expect to find it, so he merely looked at the face again, and laughingly commented to the soldier beside him. With false directions as to his criminal ' s escape kindly rendered him by one of the ladies, he set off on his hopeless pursuit once more. Bennet soon settled down in a small log cabin near the ladies ' cherished cottage, where he spent a peaceful and happy life as plain William B. Eldridge, an immigrant. Ruth Osier, Nightingale. A PICNIC WITH THE PONIES IT was early morning and the children had just gone to groom the ponies. They were going for a picnic and to see a hunt nearby starting off, and so they were making the ponies shine beautifully. R short series of soft whinnies came from the shed as Marilyn, the youngest girl, ran in, giving them all a fresh carrot. She was followed by Peter and Cynthia. They took the ponies out and groomed them, then saddled them. Then they went to the house to say goodbye to their parents. The footing was good, for the dew was still on the grass. It was lovely riding along on fine, bouncy, fat ponies. Their names were Black Flash, Peter ' s mount. Nimble Toes, Cynthia ' s, and Golden Beams, Marilyn ' s, the sweetest of all. When they arrived at Foxes Cross where the hounds were to meet, a great many people were there. The dogs were all very excited, and the whip had a hard time keeping them together, flt last they were off! " T wish we could go with them, " Peter said. " So do I, but we ca n ' t to-day. Daddy says we can go next week, " put in Marilyn. " Let ' s follow them to the first field, " said Cynthia. " Yes " , was the reply. So they cantered off again, but had a hard time keeping them from jumping the fence. They turned reluctantly to the right along a pretty lane. The leaves were a nice bright green and small flowers were scattered along the sides. It was getting later on in the day when the children decided to stop to have a picnic dinner. They had stopped at the top of a knoll and were looking down on a small creek. Peter jumped off to let Black Flash graze and the other two followed his example. " I ' ll get the food ready to eat while you feed the ponies their oats, " said Cynthia. Peter came and took her pony. When children and ponies had all finished and rested, Peter suggested, " Hide-and-Seek. " After about half an hour, they decided they had better start home again, for it must have been about three-thirty. They finished packing the picnic foods then started off. Cynthia ' s Nimble Toes was impatient so they cantered for a while. As their ponies turned to go along the lane by Foxes Cross, Golden Beams shied suddenly at a piece of paper. Marilyn nearly fell off, so they kept to a brisk walk till they reached home. Their Mother and Father were not at home, only the old deaf cook. The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent with the ponies, grooming, feeding and watering them. Last of all they were put out in a little field, with a pond in one corner, and some willow trees overhanging it; the ponies were left there at night and on cool days; they loved it! It was seven o ' clock when the children were called in for baths and their beds. They had all had a very lovely day but it was time for it to end. A. Murray, Keller. THOUGHTS Is there any grief a little bit of happiness can ' t cure? Is there any happiness that won ' t expand to more and more? Is there any crisis that through life ' s not overcome? Is there any hope that won ' t grow greater after hope ' s begun? Ruth Osier, Nightingale. SAMARA 39 THIS ENGLAND The hills and dales of this wonderful land, And the lakes and the forests so green, The earth, the flowers, the trees, the grass, Are only in England seen. The vivid blue sky on a summer ' s day. The white clouds that float beneath it. The refreshing rain in the month of May, Only The Great God could make it. On the hillsides of England the quiet sheep graze. Their baby ones beside them. They take great care, While in the fields the cattle stray, Chewing their cud and smelling the air. On the charming old farms of the country side, Men toil to keep their kinsmen happy; Look after the crops, feed the animals. See that none of their neighbours go hungry. Of all these many, many things. We must remember, too. Of the men in the factories doing their best: Just think of the work they do. In this time of war the soldier. Is waiting on guard for his foe. Watching his post, guarding it, keeping it. Not until told will he go. Then come our sailors as brave as can be. They will fight to the end, they will. Guarding our island, keeping it free From poverty, slavery, ill. Also our airmen, nothing will hurt them; " Never have many owed so much to so few, " Is what the great man Churchill said. ' The Lion has Wings, " is perfectly true. Now in this war at the present time We are fighting for liberty and freedom. " We are all in the front line, " His Majesty said. We shall win! We shall win for our kingdom! Anne Chisnell, Keller. WHEN SPRING COMES How tired we are of the snow! But it never seems to go. And then one day it rains; The melting snow runs down the drains. Then out in the garden we go, And there in the melting snow We find a crocus peeping through, Seeming to say " How do you do? " And then in a day or two There is another and another, Either white, yellow, or blue. Each turning towards its brother. And during the next week For primroses we seek. Our fingers are no longer numb. How glad we are that Spring has come! Elizabeth Paish, Nightingale. THE STORY OF A SNOWFLAKE One day the snowflake floated down to earth. Later in the day he was shovelled into a pile with a lot of his little brothers. The next day a little boy and girl came along to play, and said " Oh, look at all the snow! Let ' s make a snow-man " . So they made him and the others into a snow-man and had a lot of fun playing with it until they went home, and it was forgotten. Spring came and the snow-man melted but the little snowflakes watered the bulbs under the ground, and later they sprang into beautiful flowers. Shirley Mann, Form II. HOLIDAY TIME There ' s a thing we love to think of When the summer days are long, When the summer winds are blowing. And the summer sun is strong, When the orchards and the meadows fling Their sweetness on the air, And the grainfields flaunt their riches. And a glow is everywhere. Mary Jopson, Form III. 40 SAMARA PUPPET MAKING THIS hobby is a most interesting one for children and grown ups alike. But the proof of the pleasure is in the making, so why not find out for ourselves? The Head — This is the first part of the puppet to be made. To make an average sized puppet head of papier mache, you use two sheets of newspaper and tear it — in order to break fibres in paper — into pieces about half the size of a street car ticket. This paper should be placed in a waterproof vessel, i.e. a marmalade tin, and should be half filled with water. In order to turn the paper into a fine pulp, it is best to take a ruler and pound it in the tin. This process of pounding will take about two hours, but don ' t get discouraged! Then the next task is to sgueeze the water out of it by placing the pulp in a knotted stocking or sleeve and wringing out the ■whole thing. After taking the dry pulp out of the stocking, you mix it in your hands with hot-water paste. This " gooey " job must be done to make the pulp hold together. Now you model the head to your own design. The head should be set away to dry for a day or two. Now we have to make a white base for painting. You cover the head with a layer of paste and then you place tiny pieces of Kleenex all over his head, repeating three times. Again your head must be put away to dry. But now comes the fun of painting his head. The colours may be vivid, just as actor ' s make-up is exaggerated for the stage. When the paint is dry your head is finished and pleading for a body. The Feet and Hands. — These are made in exactly the same way as the head except that weights must be put in each. Hands may often be made by simply stuffing a tiny pair of gloves, but don ' t forget the weights in these, too. The feet and hands should be modelled as in diagram. A hole should be bored through, as in dia- gram. Both hands and feet should be a little exaggerated in size. The Body. — The body may be made of factory cotton, using kapok for stuffing. His body should be made as in diagram. . Try, to have his waist, elbows and knees as flexible as you can in order to get the movement of h is joints as life like as pos- sible. Weights should be put in the stuffing of the upper legs. The Putting Together. — Place a screw hook in the neck of puppet as illustrated in diagram — and sew arms, legs, hands and feet on as in diagram. The Dressing. — The dressing of a puppet is similar to that of dressing a doll, but the material and colouring should be chosen suitable for stage lighting, and with this one hint I leave you to be the individual designer of your own puppet ' s costume. The Stringing Up. — Black linen carpet thread should be used for this and a control of wood should be made as in diagram. The diagram may be found help- ful for the stringing up. Now that your puppet is finished you must learn the Puppet and Conw art of working " her or him " fl Left Head string and so I leave you and your zfack st puppet ready for action, d— Right Leg itring Good luck! ! ! " E — Removable Screw ALLIES Now that spring is on the way, We play allies everyday, At 8.30, break and lunch In a select little bunch. Some are good, and some are bad, And I ' m afraid the latter get quite mad. Some have three hundred, some have three, And one of the last named is me. Anne Goodeve, Fry. SAMARA SAMARA 43 SCHOOL DIRECTORY Mrs. Clement H. Buck Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Residence: Elmwood House, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. STAFF DIRECTORY Miss A. Elizabeth Adams — 68 Fairmont Avenue, Ottawa. Miss Diana Barton — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Miss Diana Cumner — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Miss E. Marjorie Edgar — Harriston, Ontario. Mrs. Isobel Elliott — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Miss Hanna Fischl — Prescott, Ontario. Miss Miriam Graham — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Miss Eleanor Hamilton — 70 Crescent Road, Toronto. Mile Yvonne Juge — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Miss Evelyn M. Mills — 308 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Miss H. Mabel May — 434 Elm Avenue, Westmount, P.Q, Myron McTavish, Esq.— 250 O ' Connor Street, Ottawa. Miss Evelyn Sinclair — 33 Parkway Drive, Welland, Ontario. Miss Margaret Sinden — 171 Neville Park Boulevard, Toronto. Miss Betty Snell — 650 Rideau Crescent, Ottawa. Miss Florence L. Stewart — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Miss Margery Woodward — Erindale Apartments, Ottawa. ELMWOOD DIRECTORY Allen, Elizabeth Frances (Betsy) — 290 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Archdale, Patricia June Helen — Ashbury House, Rockcliffe. Archdale, Elizabeth Russel — Ashbury House, Rockcliffe. Aylen, Priscilla — 91 Cartier Street, Otta wa. Bate, Martha — 32 Range Road, Ottawa. Binks, Anne — 28 Range Road, Ottawa. Bishop, Marise (Jackie) — 5 Blackburn Avenue, Ottawa. Blackburn, Alice Frances Ogden — Blackburn House, Ottawa. Blackburn, Mary Lennox- — Blackburn House, Ottawa. Blundell, Carolyn — 381 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Bourinot, Esme Joan — 202 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe. Bowman, Nancy Ann Elizabeth Haddon — 446 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe. Bronson, Margaret — Waterstone, Rockcliffe. Buckley, Mary — 129 Howick Street, Ottawa. Caldwell, Katherine Elizabeth — 615 King Street, Prescott. Caldwell, Janet Sheila Ross — Carleton Place, Ontario. Chisnell, Anne Elizabeth — 110 Lisgar Street, Ottawa. Christensen, Angela Marian — 125 Wurtemburg Street, Ottawa. Christie, Frances Helen — Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Christie, Nadine — Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Crab tree, Avril — 28 Range Road, Ottawa. Creighton, Catherine Joan — 325 Stewart Street, Ottawa. 44 SAMARA Croil, Ann Arnold — 81 Buena Vista Road, Ottawa. Cross, Winifred Marion — 3940 Cote des Neiges Road, Montreal. Crump, Camilla— Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Cuthbertson, Mary — 337 Archibald Street, Fort William. Davies, Ann Constance — 200 McLaren Street, Ottawa. Davidson, Lois Nan — 191 Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe. Davis, Dorothy Louise — 170 Laurier Avenue, Ottawa. Davis, Diana — Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe Drake, Patricia Ludlow — Park Road, Rockcliffe. Dubois, Aline — 46 Daly Avenue, Ottawa. Edwards. Elizabeth Gordon — 55 McKay Street, Rockcliffe. Edwards, Janet Cameron — 55 McKay Street, Rockcliffe. Edwards, Ann — 55 McKay Street, Rockcliffe. Firth, Barbara Jean — 11 Manor Road, Rockcliffe. Frazier, Charlotte Josephine — Spring Lane, Roxborough, Philadelphia, Pa., U.S.A. Gerard, Margaret Anne — 49 McKinnon Road, Rockcliffe. Gilchrist, Elizabeth Frances — 1015 Wellington Crescent, Winnipeg. Gill, Diana Thistle— 190 Somerset Street, Ottawa. Gillies, Joan Margot — Roxborough Apartments, Ottawa. Gilmour, Jessie Louise — 240 Charlotte Street, Ottawa. Goodenough, Anne — 202 Maple Lane, Ottawa. Goodenough, Tom — 202 Maple Lane, Ottawa. Goodeve, Elizabeth Anne — 38 Lucknow Avenue, Halifax. Harben, Jill— 10 Holder Place, Forest Hills, Long Island, New York, U.S.A. Hardy, Elizabeth — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Hardy, Margaret Ellen— 218 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Hastings, Sheila Felicity — Blackacre, Kingsmere, Quebec. Hastings, Bridget Ann — Blackacre, Kingsmere, Quebec. Hibbard, Elizabeth Elsie— 4 Rockcliffe Way, Rockcliffe. Jackson, Leslie Anne — 316 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Jopson, Mary — 14 Belvedere Crescent, Rockcliffe. Kennedy, Dorothy — Bissett, Manitoba. Kennedy, Nancy Elizabeth — Bissett, Manitoba. Kenney, Marguerite Judith — 143 Sherwood Drive, Ottawa. Kenny, Susan Ann — Buckingham, Quebec. Lambert, Lois — 240 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Liesching, Susan — Waterstone, Rockcliffe. Mann, Florence Shirley — Balmoral Apartments, Toronto, de Marbois, Natalie Theresa — 31 Butternut Terrace, Ottawa. Massey, Elizabeth Caroline — 540 Russell Hill Road, Toronto. Maynard, Mary Ann — 382 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Murray, Ann Gladstone — 408 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Maclaren, Margaret Hodgson — 270 Buchan Road, Ottawa. Maclaren, Ann Carol — 270 Buchan Road, Ottawa. McMaster, Moyra Katharine — 480 Fernbank Road, Rockcliffe. McCulloch, Judith — 46 Riverside Drive, New York. Nesbitt, Judith Ethel Merritt— 44 Rockcliffe Way, Rockcliffe. Nichols, Nita— Park Road, Rockcliffe. Norton, Gillian — 135 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. SAMARA 45 Osier, Mary Kate— 303 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Osier, Kathleen Ruth — 303 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Owen, Damaris Enid Hendrie — 3467 Ontario Avenue, Montreal. Paterson, Elizabeth MacBride Kerr — 275 McLaren Street, Ottawa. Paterson, Joan Isabella — Acacia Road, Rockcliffe. Patteson, Ann — 202 Elgin Street, Ottawa. Patteson, Mary — 202 Elgin Street, Ottawa. Peacock, Felicity Barbara — The Clarendon, Avenue Road, Toronto. Powell, Anne Murray — 290 Colton Road, Rockcliffe. Peters, Paula Jane — Lindenelm, Rockcliffe. Peters, Margot Carol — Lindenelm, Rockcliffe. Paish, Elizabeth — Rideau Terrace, Rockcliffe. Rowlatt, Elizabeth — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Rowlatt, Joanna — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Sherwood, Penelope Ruth — 50 Delaware Avenue, Ottawa. Smith, Shirley Carruthers — 111 Park Boulevard, Winnipeg, Soper, Barbara Joan — Marchmont, Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Starrett, Diana Eugenia — 26 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Thomson, Joan Elizabeth — Renfrew, Ontario. Viets, Elizabeth Jane — 641 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe, Wallace, Sarah Elizabeth — 153 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Warner, Diana — 10 Holder Place, Forest Hills, Long Island, New York, U.S.A. Watson, Barbara — 333 Manor Road, Rockcliffe. Wilson, Norma — The Manor House, Rockcliffe. Workman, Jacqueline — 34 Alexander Road, Ottawa. Wurtele, Mary Tryphena Wilma — 116 Howick Street, Rockcliffe. Yamazi, Hiroko — 448 Daly Avenue, Ottawa, NURSERY SCHOOL Bleakney, David — 550 Fairview Road, Rockcliffe. Campbell, Joan — 10 Carlyle Avenue, Ottawa. Charleson, Barbara — 15 Belvedere Crescent, Rockcliffe. Irvin, Joseph — 431 Roxborough Road, Rockcliffe. Johnson, Frederick Marr — 72 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Killaly, Laurence — 163 Clemow Avenue, Ottawa. Maynard, Joan — 382 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Parsons, Margaret — 241 Hill Crest, Rockcliffe. Rhodes, Edgar — 9 Mann Road, Rockcliffe. Rowe, Mary Fisher — 102 Lisgar Street, Ottawa. Starrett, Andre — 26 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa, Stone, Ellen — Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe. Taylor, John — 34 Monckland Avenue, Ottawa. Watson, Gurney — 585 Manor Road, Rockcliffe. Wilson, Bruce — 10 Maple Lane, Rockcliffe. 46 SAMARA FRITH ' S FLOWERS 200 BEECHWOOD AVENUE PHONE 4-1008 Member of the Florists ' Telegraph Delivery Association Incorporated Compliments of SUTHERLAND PARKINS Prescription Opticians Phone 2 0866 • 113 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA Calderone, Grieves Co. GROCERIES, FRUITS and VEGETABLES Fancy Baskets a Specialty ★ Phone 2-7358 215 BANK STREET OTTAWA SAMARA 47 J rKbbUJVLAJN oUN T • ♦ 1 Limited Wholesale Grocers and Produce Merchants ESTABLISHED 1891 43 GEORGE STREET OTTAWA, ONTARIO THORBURN ABBOTT LIMITED BOOKSELLERS and STATIONERS Waterman and Sheaffer s Fountain Pens 115 SPARKS STREET, OTTAWA Phone 2-6269 JAMES DAVIDSON ' S SONS EVERYTHING IN LUMBER • Our Lumber and Millwork is supplied to nearly all the homes now being erected in Rockcliffe «f o m 1 I OTTAWA m O- UZ 14 Ontario 48 S A M AiR A The BRONSON COMPANY MANUFACTURERS of GROUND WOOD PULP OTTAWA Canada Compliments of C R McCreery GROCER ★ 40 CREIGHTON STREET OTTAWA Phone 3-9303 Night 3-6833 CRAIG WEST LIMITED Florists ★ Corner SPRINGFIELD ROAD and RIDEAU TERRACE OTTAWA - CANADA SAMARA 49 TAKE A LEAD FROM THOUSAHDS OF THRIFTY SHOPPERS CHOOSE... 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Clothes take on NEW LIFE through the Magic of SANITIZED dry-cleaning and give you that LIFT THE OTTAWA SANITARY LAUNDRY CO. LIMITED Phone LAUNDERERS 7 7 C 1 EXPERT DYERS DRY CLEANERS CARPET CLEANERS Compliments of TORONTO 82 SAMARA O. E. R. MOTOR COACH DEPT. Operates Sightseeing Coaches through Ottawa City and its environs from May 18th to October 19th, starting from the Chateau Laurier. TWO TRIPS DAILY — 10 a.m. and 3 p.m. One and one-half hours drive. ADULTS $1.00 — CHILDREN 50c Special Arrangements for Private Parties. Telephone 2-2266 The OTTAWA ELECTRIC RAILWAY CO. BlRKS name in your ring is your guarantee of quality and value. Diamond Engasement Rinss from 25.00. Registered Jeweller I AGS I American Gem Society of Norman F. Wilson SAMARA 53 Compliments of OTTAWA DAIRY T W. F, JONES President 54 SAMARA OTTAWA CAR AND AIRCRAFT LIMITED OTTAWA — CANADA J. F. CUNNINGHAM R. RUSSELL SPARKS Cunningham Sparks Insurance Representing: Mercantile Fire Insurance Co. Northern Assurance Co. 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