Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1942 " SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL " ELMWOOD FKOM THE GROUNDS HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, PRINCESS ALICE, COUNTESS OF ATHLONE, G.B.E., V.A. WE were delighted when we heard last summer that Her Royal Highness, Princess Alice, had consented to distribute the awards at our annual closing. We greatly appreciated Princess Alice ' s inspiring Jwords to us and much enjoyed her sense of humour. The fact that the usual term for such occasions is " closing exercises " had led Her Royal Highness to fear that some physical form of exercise might be in store for her and provided a delightful and orig inal preface to the more serious remarks that were to fol- low. Not that we enjoyed these less. Many of us will, I am sure, remember her stirring words; " It is up to you young girls of Elm- wood school to uphold the standard and hand it like a flaming torch to those who come after you. " Her Royal Highness urged us to take a real interest in history and advised us to study not only Canada, but to remember that with the exception of the Indians, the people of Canada had their roots in countries which have a much longer history than our own dominion. Following her address and the distribution of prizes. Princess Alice had tea with Mrs. Buck and the governors in the library. Her Royal Highness then visited different parts of the school. We were sorry that she was not able to see the school when it was in session! We should have liked her to see how attractive our bed- rooms look when not suffering from last minute packing and a general exodus. We are much honoured in being permitted to reproduce the very charming portrait of her Royal Highness which appears on the opposite page and we should like to express our warm thanks for the pleasure which she has given to all of us at Elmwood by this gracious act. J. W. 2 SAMARA MAGAZINE STAFF Editor Mary Osier Assistant Editors. . r.. . -. . . Nancy Bowman [Avril Crabtree Art Notes Paula Peters Dramatic Notes Anne Binks Lecture Notes . Ann Powell Music Notes. . . 7. . .... .... Elizabeth Hardy Boarders Notes IJS ' o- I Manse Bishop Boarders Calendar Betty Caldwell Sports Notes Ann Croil Photography . -. . . . . Joyce Haney School Calendar. . . .■ Mary Wurtele Exchange Editor... . . . ; Ogden Blackburn Closing Notes. . ... . .-. . . .■ -. , . . . . . Jacqueline Workman Library Notes. . . ............ . gancy Kennedy I Felicity Hastings Junior Representative ( ' " ' Murray (Joanna Rowlatt fJoan Creighton I Norma Wilson [ Dorothy Davis Advertising Committee ............. -. j Nancy Paterson [Felicia Magor I Pauline Watkins [Elizabeth Gilchrist Bazaar Notes Elizabeth Edwards EXCHANGES ' ' The Blue and White, " — Rothesay Collegi- ate School, Rothesay, N.B. ' ' The Ashburian, " — Ashbury College, Ottawa " Ovenden Chronicle, " — Ovenden, Barrie, Ontario. " Lower Canada College Magazine, " — Lower Canada College, Montreal, P.Q. " Hatfield Hall. Magazine, " — Hatfield Hall, Cobourg, Ontario. " Bishop ' s College School Magazine, " — Bishop ' s College School, Lennoxville, P.Q. " Edgehill Review, " — Edgehill, N.S. " St. Andrew ' s College Review, " — St. Andrew ' s College, Aurora, Ontario. " The Study Chronicle, " — The Study, Mont- ' real, P.Q. " The Beaver Log, " — Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School, Montreal, P.Q. " The Eagle, " — Rupert ' s Land, Winnipeg, Man. " Bishop Strachen Magazine, " — Bishop Strachen School, Toronto, Ont. " The Cardinal, " — St. Margaret ' s School, Victoria, B.C. O.B. CImtooob ©ttatoa HEAD MISTRESS Mrs. Clement H. Buck Scripture, History, Current Events STAFF Miss E. M. Mills Form VI Upper Matric History, Latin Mile. Y. Juge Form VI Matric French Miss E. M. Edgar. . .Form V A Mathematics, Science Miss H. Fischl Form V B French, German, Geography, Sewing Miss M. Sinden Form V C Latin, German, French, History Miss E. Spencer Form IV A EngUsh Miss B. Adams Forms IV B, IV C Mathematics Miss D. Cumner. . . .Forms III, II Nature, Composition, Scripture Miss M. Graham Dramatics, Dancing Miss E. Hamilton Nursery School Mrs. I. Elliott ... ' Nurse-Matron Miss E. Sinclair (Secretary) Secretarial Course Spanish Miss M. Woodward Assistant Secretary VISITING STAFF Miss H. M. May Art Mr. Myron McTavish Music Miss B. Snell Physical Training Mrs. J. G. Stephen Junior School Mrs. J. E. Kennedy .Nursery School 4 SAMARA €b(toriaI FOR the third time, we returned to school in September under conditions of war. We are far from the battle fields and often the war has seemed unreal. But this year it has been brought home to us. More and more of our fathers, brothers and friends are serving in the fighting forces; everyday commodities are hard to get and some are rationed; events in the Pacific have made us realize that " it can happen here. " Every girl from the Sixth Form down to the First is affected by the war and wants to do something to hasten the peace. During Empire Youth Week everyone wrote an essay on their conception of the responsibilities of youth. This aroused much interest and long dis- cussions were held. What we are fighting for, and what we hope to achieve were the main topics. We are realizing more and more that the success or failure of the peace after this war is the sole responsibility of us, the Youth of the World. This year war work has taken an important place in our school life. Through our Christmas bazaar, an experiment which I hope will be repeated, we realized $525.00 for the Red Cross British Prisoners of War Fund. With a weekly contribution of at least one cent a week by each girl, we have been able to send parcels of ' ' sweets " to Plymouth, Coventry, London and other bombed areas. We have sent bundles of hand-made garments and candies to Mrs. Vincent Massey. Wonderful contributions have been made to the Red Cross, Federated Charities and the Poppy Fund. We are all trying to buy as many War Savings Stamps as we can. Y e were glad to be able to continue our support of the Elmwood cot in the Nasic Hospital in Nasic, India. Both a senior and a junior St. Johns Ambulance First Aid Course have been started and are well attended. Many of our present Elmwoodians are familiar with places that others have not had the opportunity of visiting. In view of this, we have started a travel section and we hope that it will be of interest. The entries in the short story competition were excellent and we regret that, owing to space, we cou ld publish so few. We were exceedingly sorry to lose Miss Stewart last June and we welcomed Miss Spencer in her place, as English mistress. We should like to thank everyone who worked for the magazine: the m.agazine staff. Miss Spencer, Miss Edgar and the Advertizing Committee who made the publishing of " Samara " possible, Mr. Rowley Hooper for his great as- sistance, the mistresses and girls who so kindly typed the manuscripts for the printer, the " artists " who drew the many posters and last but not least, the, members of the Prefect ' s Sitting Room, expecially Anne Binks and Betty Cald- well for their help in proof reading and doing anything else they could do to help. We hope that " Samara, 1942 " will merit your work. We wish the best of luck to those who are leaving us and to both them and the returning we say you could not have a better Motto than that of Elmwood, " Summa Summarum, " " Highest of the High. " SAMARA 5 Controlencesi Our Sincere Sympathy Goes: — To Lilias (Ahearn) Buskirk, on the death of her husband, Flying Officer Douglas Van Buskirk. To Mary (Baker) Wainwright, on the loss of her husband, Pilot Officer Alan Wainwright, killed in an air accident. To Barbara (Hampson) Alexander, whose husband Flying Officer J. Alexander, R.A.F. is reported missing. To Avril Crabtree, whose brother, Lieut. Colin Crabtree, is presumed lost at sea. To Betty Snell, whose brother, Pilot Officer Arthur Snell, has been missing since last October, after flying a bomber over the North Sea. To Nancy Doane, on the recent death of her mother, Mrs. G. J. Doane. We extend our deep sympathy to Mr. and Mrs. Allan Keefer on the death of their only son, Lieut. Charles A. Keefer, an old boy of the days when Elmwood was known as ' The Pre- paratory School. " Serving overseas in a warship of the Royal Navy, Lieut. Keefer was drowned when he dived over the side of his ship during operations in a high sea, to save the life of a Norwegian woman. He was posthumously awarded the Albert medal. We are very proud to feel that such an act of heroism was performed by one who was once a pupil here. 6 SAMARA FRY HOUSE NOTES TH LTHOUGH we did not win the House XJ. Shield last year, we have high hopes of doing so this year. We followed the Fry tradition by having the entire house In the play and also by winning it! We presented the play, ' " Rose Latulippe " by Edward Devlin at the School Bazaar. Everyone worked hard and deserved suc- cess. We would again like to thank Mrs. W. F. Devlin for so kindly lending us the costumes used in the original production. This year the House Collections were held in the hall and this proved a most satis- factory arrangement. The guality and quantity of the gifts of both seniors and juniors were very good. Mary Blackburn received commendation for the best contribution of hand made articles in the school. We would like to congratulate the fol- lowing prize-winners of last year: — a vr ! Summa Summarum Susan Kenny | Dramatic Medal Aline Dubois Dramatic Prize Josephine Frazier Photography Prize Margot Peters Improvement Medal Pj,y f Basketball Cup Badminton Cup [ Josephine Frazier, Dorothy Posture girdles . | Kennedy, Margot Peters, [ Mary Osier In spite of the tireless efforts of our Sports Captain and Vice-Captain, we lost the Senior Basketball cup. The Junior Basketball tied in the Fall and will be played over again this Spring. The Badminton tournament is being played at the present time, and the tennis season has not yet started. Good luck Fry! The teams are as follows: SENIOR BASKETBALL Centre Forward — Mary Wurtele Centre Guard — Felicity Hastings Forwards -( S T Pti " ' 1 Eiizabeth Hardy JUNIOR BASKETBALL Centre Forward — Rosa Maria de Barros Centre Guard — Diana Gill Forwards Guards Elizabeth Rowlatt Ann Chisholm Margaret Hardy Betsy Allen BADMINTON First Singles — Mary Wurtele Second Singles — Joyce Haney First Doubles — ( Wurtele 1 Joyce Haney Second Doubles- felicity Hastings 1 Nadme Christie TENNIS First Singles Second Singles First Doubles Second Doubles- -Mary Wurtele -Joyce Haney Mary Wurtele Joyce Haney Elizabeth Hardy Felicity Hastings We were very sorry to say good-bye to Miss Stewart last June and we welcome Miss Spencer who has taken her place as English mistress. We would particularly like to thank her and Miss Fischl for their help with the play and the other Members of the staff for their assistance in both the play and the House Collections. We hope that both new and old girls have tried to live up to our House Motto of ' " Societas Humanas, " " Friendship to All, " and to the School Motto " Summa Sum- marum, " " Highest of the High. " To those returning we say, " Keep up the good work, " and to those who are leaving we wish the best of luck. HOUSE MEMBERS Head of House — Mary Osier. House Senior and Games Captain — Mary Wurtele. Monitor — Avril Crabtree. Elizabeth Hardy, Joyce Haney, Felicity Hastings, Felicia Magor, Lois Lambert, Nadine Christie, Janet Caldw ell, Diana Hill, Betty Hibbard, Margaret Hardy, Kay Ward, Peggy Huestis, Rosamaria de Barros, Betsy Allen, Mary Blackburn, Margot Peters, Natalie de Marbois, Anne Chisholm. Staff: Miss Mills, Miss Spencer, Miss Cumner, Miss Sinclair, Miss Fischl, Miss Woodward. Mary Osier. FRY HOUSE FRY JUNIOR BASKETBALL ROSA MARIA de BAEROS, BETSY ALLEN, DIANA GILL, EUZABETH ROWLATT, ANNE CHISHOLM, MARGARET HARDY FRY BADMINTON TEAM JOYCE HANEY, MARY WURTELE, NADINE CHRISTIE, FELICITY HASTINGS FRY SENIOR BASKETBALL MARY OSLER, FELICITY HASTINGS, NADINE CHRISTIE, ELIZABETH HARDY, MARY WURTELE, BETTY HIBBARD. FRY TENNIS TEAM JOYCE HANEY, MARY WURTELE, ELIZABETH HARDY, FELICITY HASTINGS KELLER HOUSE KELLER BADMINTON TEAM KELLER TENNIS TEAM JANET EDWARDS, BOBBY WATKINS, NOREEN HANEY ANNE POWELL, NOREEN HANEY, JESSIE GILMOUR, ANNE POWELL ANNE BINKS KELLER SENIOR BASKETBALL KELLER JUNIOR BASKETBALL NOREEN HANEY, ANN CROIL, JOAN CREIGHTON, ANN MURRAY, JANE VIETS, JANET EDWARDS, BOBBY WATKINS, ANNE BINKS, JESSIE GILMOUR ANNE CHISNELL, PENELOPE SHERWOOD SAMARA 7 KELLER HOUSE NOTES LAST year Keller succeeded in winning the House Shield, and so far this year we are leading by a small number of stars. We are working hard and hope to put our name on the shield again this year. We would especially like to thank Janet Edwards for putting so many red stars on the board at Christmas. This Christmas our collections for the poor did not quite reach the standard set by the other two houses, but our play " Black- out " was a great success so we presented it at the Christmas bazaar. We were very sorry to lose Mary Cuth- bertson at Christmas. She has gone to live in Washington, and we wish her the best of luck. We would like to congratulate last years prize winners: Ann Murray — Junior High Endeavour Barbara Watson — Proficiency Prize Susan Liesching — Music Medal Janet Edwards — Art Prize Barbara Watson — Current Events Cup Anne Binks — Writing Prize Jessie Gilmour — Intermediate Sports Cup Anne Binks and Jessie Gilmour — Inter- mediate Tennis Doubles Jessie Gilmour — Intermediate Tennis Singles Winnifred Cross — Special Dramatic Prize Ann Murray — Posture Girdle. We are very pleased to welcome all the new girls and hope they will carry on our fine tradition and live up to our house motto, ' ' Ex Aequa et Bona, " or Fair Play. To those who are leaving, we wish the best of everything in the future. Members of the house this year are: Joan Creighton — Head of House Ann Croil — Prefect Nancy Kennedy — Prefect Anne Binks — House Senior Anne Powell — House Senior Nancy Bowmian — Monitor Nancy Paterson — Monitor Sarah Wallace — Monitor Jackie Bishop, Anne Chisnell, Patsy Drake Janet Edwards, Elizabeth Gilchrist, Jessie Gilmour, Noreen Haney, Suzanne Mess, Phillipa McLaren, Ann Murray, Penelope Sherwood, Jane Viets, Bobby Watkins, Jacqueline Workman. Staff: Miss Adams, Miss Edgar, Miss Graham, Mile Juge, and Mr. McTavish. Under the able leadership of Ann Croil, our Sport ' s Captain, and Jessie Gilmour our Vice-Captain, we managed to win the Senior Basketball Cup this fall. The Junior teams tied and so we will have to play again in the Spring. Our tennis team looks very promising and as Keller has not succeeded in winning the tennis shield for a great many years, we hope to do so this year. We are very proud to have three members of Keller, Noreen Haney, Anne Powell, and Jessie Gilmour, on the school tennis team which won the interscholastic tennis championship in the fall. We have done very well in Badminton this year, losing only one match. The House teams are as follows: BASKETBALL Senior Centre Forward Centre Guard Forwards Guards Centre Forward Centre Guard Forwards Guards — Ann Croil — Joan Creighton Bobby Watkins Jacqueline Workman Anne Powell Jessie Gilmour Noreen Haney Anne Binks Sarah Wallace Nancy Bowman Junior — Janet Edwards — Mary Cuthbertson Ann Murray Jane Viets Penelope Sherwood Philippa McLaren Anne Chisnell BADMINTON First Singles — Noreen Haney Second Singles — Bobby Watkins First Doubles — ( Bobby Watkms Anne Powell Janet Edwards Second Doubles- TENNIS First Singles — Noreen Haney Second Singles — Anne Powell First Doubles Second Doubles- Noreen Haney Anne Powell Jessie Gilmour Anne Binks. Joan Creighton. 8 SAMARA NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NOTES LAST year Nightingale was fortunate in Guards ( Blackburn winning the Tennis Shield and the Inter- I N. Wilson House Sports Cup. JUNIOR BASKETBALL This year we came first in the House Col- Forwards - Pa eson lections. There were a number of large " waxu. g knitted articles which in particular helped Centre Forward — P. Archdale us. In the House Plays we were less Centre Guard — A. Croil fortunate, coming third. Nightingale has Guards B- Hastings done very well so far in stars. E. Paish We were sorry to lose Miss Barton at BADMINTON Christmas but we wish her all future hap- , o tt i pjj ggg first Singles — H. Christie " , , , , , , , Second Singles — N. Fordham We would like to congra u ate last year s f h. Christie prize winners, especially Jul Norton who ' ■ ' ■ i uujjitsb y Yarrow was the second girl in Nightingale to win the c „ h DnuU J n! Fordham House Motto Award. becond JJoubies— | peters We hope the members returning will live HOUSE MEMBERS up to this motto " Non nobis solum, " " Not for ourselves alone " and to those who are Head of House — Elizabeth Edwards leaving we wish the best of luck. Head Girl — Ogden Blackburn . . 1 , Prefect and Vice Sports Captain — Norma ihe prize winners last year:— Wilson , [ Proficiency Medal House Senior— Betty Caldwell Jill Norton Short Story Prize Sports Captain— Helen Christie I Ho se Motto Award Priscilla Aylen, Pat Archdale, Margaret Diana Warner French Prize Bronson, Helen Christie, Ailsa Croil, Lois Betty Caldwell. .. Improvement Medal Davidson, Nancy Fordham, Joan Gillies, Shirley Smith I JtV Medal Bridget Hastings, Margaret MacLaren, Nita , I Put)lic Speaking Medal Nichols, Ruth Osier, Ann Patteson, Joan Dorothy Davis Dramatic Improvement Peterson, Elizabeth Paish, Paula Peters, Medal Barbara Soper, Veryan Yarrow. Helen Christie. . . . .Senior Sports Cup Staff-Mrs. Elliott, Miss Barton, Miss May, . , , , Physical Training Medal y . ginden. Miss Hamilton. Margaret Gerard . Senior Tennis Doubles , 1 (with Sue Kenny) Elizabeth Edwards. Ogden Blackburn . . Philpot Token The following girls have won posture girdles this year: Ailsa Croil, Ruth Osier, Betty Caldwell, Pat Archdale, and Babs AIR RAIDS u 1 ■ J.- 1 1 The air raid siren is shrieking. This year Helen Christie has been our there ' s the distant rumble of guns enthusiastic and energehc Sports Captain he blackness is uttering noises We came second m senior baskbetball but e swift approach of Huns, our juniors captured first honours. Our teams are as follows: tu • 4.u ■ The morning sees the rums, SENIOR BASKETBALL singing again. People are working, smiling. Forwards — | P ■ ' ' j England will always remain. Centre Forward —P. PeteS ° Felicity Hastings, Form Va Centre Guard — H. Christie Fry NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NIGHTINGALE SENIOR BASKETBALL NIGHTINGALE JUNIOR BASKETBALL OGDEN BLACKBURN, HELEN CHRISTIE, PAULA PETERS, BRIDGET HASTINGS, ANN PATTESON, PAT ARCHDALE, NORMA WILSON, NITA NICHOLS, PRISCILLA AYLEN. ELIZABETH PAISH, AILSA CROIL, BARBARA SOPER. prefect J otes; together or most assuredly U hang separately. Ogden Blackburn: " 75 there any more?, " said Pooh. Ogden, our head girl, is -completing her eighth and final year at ELmwood. Food, Rugby and Caesar are her special weak- nesses. (They are also her strong points). As head girl, Ogden has one of the most difficult jobs in the school, and this year is a tribute to her efficiency and cheerfulness. Next year will find her at Varsity, surveying the campus through a mi- croscope, and solicitously enquiring after the health of her fellow Pre-Meds. In prayers we are occasionally surprised to hear a bass voice, slightly off key, wandering off into a tune of it ' s own. Singing is definitely not her crowning grace. Her voracious appetite causes great anxiety to her fellow prefects, who are afraid that they might lose out at Prefects ' tea. The best of luck to our future representative in the field of medicine. Mary Osier: " We, who remain, shall grow old. " " Ose " spends most of her time tearing her hair, wondering how " tempus " can " fugit " sofast. Andno wonder, as she isHeadof Fry House, and Samara ' s editor. She has a passion for getting into deep discussions with anyone who will argue. Right now she is determined to organise, " a brotherhood of nations. " A lover of the sea, she visits Nova Scotia every summer, usually returning with a dark tan, and the Blue-Nose twang. Her future will be decided after 1943, when Elmwood will finish her, or will it be vice versa, Ose? Joan Creighton: " I love work — it fascinates me — I could sit and look at it for - hours. " Joanie is the busy head of Keller House. Every morning we ' •■V ' ' hear that mello soprano roar " Keller may sit " before she dashes -i . off to choir practice. Joanie has a great weakness for " jive " ' and uniforms, but the most amazing will-power during Lent. A great student she can even tell you how to get a plane out of a spin (presuming you already know how to get into one in the first place). She and " Bulah, " her cherished bicycle, will be greatly missed next year, but we hope she ' ll be happy whatever ■ ' the future " holds. Elizabeth Edwards: " E ' en though vanquished she could argue still. ' ' Liz is Nightingale ' s chief high mogul . Apart from this, her fame lies in her zoological exploits. Rarely she arrives in the sitting-room without a cat ' s cornea, or the brain tissue of some poor helpless frog. Next year Liz hopes to pursue these barbarous diversions at some institute of higher learning, probably McGill. Her pet aversions are singing, and apple-pie beds and her weakness is Ronald Reagan. With alarming frequency Liz turns friendly discussions into heated arguments, so we see for her a bright future in Parliament. What ever she eventually does we wish her the best of luck. Nancy Kennedy: " All the world ' s a stage. " " Nance " hails from Bissett, Manitoba. This is her second and last year at Elmwood, where she is completing her Junior Matric. Kennedy hopes to see her name in lights on Broadway, but we think she will reach the neon as an advertisement for health shoes! She spends most of her spare time practising with the choir; modeling for the art class; reading out detentions in prayers; and impersonating various characters, including: Joan Crawford, Bette Davis, Scarlett O ' Hara, and Thomas Leaf (of " Under the Greenwood Tree " fame). For next year, Nannie has not made any definite plans, but we are sure that whatever she decides to do, she will be a great success, and we wish her the best of luck. Ann Croil: " Why take life too seriously? You ' ll never get out of it alive " Croil our energetic Sports Captain spends most of her time catching the Gym class as they leap over the horse. The only piece she can recognize is " Begin the Beguine " and that ' s be- cause it ' s " the one where there ' s no singing. " She wisely shrouds her private life — but the odd sock, size fourteen, gives her away. As far as the future is concerned, anything will make her happy as long as she ' s off on her own hook. Good luck, Croil! Ml Norma Wilson: " A wise woman is wise enough to conceal it. " Laddie ' s owner is constantly dashing around before prayers — rain or shine asking brightly if anyone wants to go riding. Maths are her strong point and St. Andrews is her weakness. From June till September she can be found haunting the golf-course there. Yes, she ' s a Wartimes addict, too. This year Norma was the school ' s official extortioner, trapping every spare nickel and dime for worthy charities. Next year is just one big guestion mark in Norma ' s mind. But we gather she ' d like to be on her own. We wish her the best of luck. Mary Wurtele: ' " Tis better to wear out, than to rust out. " Wurtellie is Fry ' s Sports Captain and a fine athlete herself. She adores Gym and, we are sure will miss these classes acutely this summer. One of the most conscientious, she is forever trying to load old socks and gym shoes, collected in pound, on unsuspecting victims. She is an ardent worker at the canteen and splits many a nail washing dishes there to help win the war. The bain of her life is chocolate cake, which she has forsworn — and how we all gloat! Next year will see this ravishing blonde back at Elmwood, dusting off her Senior Matric. Betty Caldwell: " Her beauty I never knew, until she turned and smiled on me. " Our little ray of sunshine from Prescott, a big shot from a small town, expects to be at school for several more years. Jim- my Stewart holds second place in her heart, the name of the lucky person holding first place is censored! During the latter part of the school year. Bets suddenly discovered that she had a golden voice — but we knew better! In boarder ' s time she takes life easy, since she has an admirer to do all the dirty work for her. On account of her one track mind, we feel that Cald- well will become the advertising manager of some desperate concern. In times of mental strain she hangs on to her bottom lip for support, and has thereby destroyed " the dear red curve of her mouth! " ' We ' ll always remember Bets for her everlasting good humour, and wish her the best of luck. Anne Binks: " What He hath scanted men in hair He hath given thenf in wit. " Among the more important happenings of 1940, was the arrival of Anne Binks from England. Since then she has kept Canadians in stitches with her witticisms and antics. Many people would die of heart failure if they could see her mimic them. She cherishes a secret passion for ear lobes. The combination of Kennedy ' s nightshirt and Binkie ' s Yorkshire dialect in the Keller Play, had a devasting effect on the audience. Every Thursday she is in her element, since Bing Crosby is on the air that night. Next year she plans to take a business course, and after that, well — our loss is the business world ' s gain, and we wish her all the best. - v. ' -.(.-is!- Anne Powell: " In the morning Thou shalt hear my voice ascending high. " Powell reinforced the House Seniors this term, and has been rushing around looking official ever since. The alto branch of the " MacTavish Purple Stripes " is completely lost if for some reason " chore-practice " goes on without her. You can often find her, dreamy-eyed, playing imaginary etudes on her desk. Her ability to arrive at school a split second before the bell goes, amazes everyone but Anne. News is her forte, and you can always rely on her for the latest. Still undecided about next year, she will probably return to whip through her Senior. Good luck, Powell! ilMonitor£( NANCY BOWMAN, SARAH WALLACE, AVRIL CRABTREE, NANCY PATERSON SAMARA 9 THE SCHOOL CALENDAR September 17 — The boarders returned. September 18 — School opened. September 22 — Miss May took the Art Class to the Art Gallery to see the British Children ' s Art Exhibit. September 23 — The School tennis team played their first match for the Interscholastic Shield against Glebe Collegiate and were victorious. September 25 — The tennis team played the deciding match for the Interscholastic Championship, against Lisgar Collegiate, and they won the shield for the first time since 1936. October 24-27— The Long Week End. October 30 — Dr. Horwood gave a lecture to music pupils. October 31- — A Hallowe ' en party was again held this year at which both the boarders and day girls had lots of fun. November 10 — Major McKeand gave us an inspiring talk on " Poppy Day. " November 14 — Mr. Humphry gave a lecture, and showed some beautiful slides on British Colurnbia. November 20— Miss Hazell gave a very interesting talk on the Western Caravan Mis- sion School. December 15 — The House Collections. December 16 — The House Plays. December 17 — We held a bazaar for the benefit of the Prisoners of War in Germany, which was a great success. December 18 — School closed for the Christmas holidays. January 8 — We returned to school after enjoying our Christmas holidays. January 22 — Exams started. January 29 — Exams ended, much to everyone ' s relief. January 30 — Free day. February 2 — New term began. February 20-24— The Long Week End. February 25 — Byron House were the guests of Elmwood ' s Juniors at a musical entertain- ment, in which musical pupils of both schools participated. March 8— Miss Warren lectured on Scandinavia. March 22 — The Senior Dramatic Class presented " The Lady With a Lamp " by Reginald Berkeley. April 1 — School closed for the Easter Holidays. April 15 — -We returned to school. April 30 — Mrs. Milton F. Gregg gave us a most interesting address about her ex- periences in England. May 5 — Gym display. May 15 — Dancing and Music Recital. May 25 — Holiday to celebrate Empire Day or prepare for examinations. May 29 — Examinations start. M.W. 10 SAMARA BEFORE commenting on the year ' s sports record I should Uke to say how greatly we appreciate all that Miss Snell has done for us. We have made great progress in both in and out — door sports. Sports Day: — The 1941 Sports Day was held on June the ninth. The sports events and the drill competitions were combined in order that the parents might see the achievements in the drill exercises as well as in the actual sports. The Va, Vb class collected the greatest number of points in the Competition. The following won honours in. the sports events: Senior Sports Cup — Helen Christie Intermediate Cup — Jessie Gilmour Junior Cup — Elizabeth Paterson Preparatory Cup — Diana Davis House Relay — Keller House Obstacle — Nightingale House Sports Cup — Nightingale Tennis: — Last year ' s House Tennis Matches were won by Nightingale. Mar- garet Gerard won the senior singles; Mar- garet Gerard and Sue Kenny the senior doubles; Jessie Gilmour the Intermediate singles and Anne Binks and Mary Cuth- bertson the Intermediate doubles:. In the autumn of ' 41 we began our sports year by entering the Interscholastic Tennis Matches. We won, under the leadership of Noreen Haney, defeating Glebe the former holders of the cup. Noreen Haney, Anne Powell, Jessie Gilmour, Mary Wurtele and Dorothy Davis made up the team. Basketball: Our second sports event was the interhouse basketball tournament. Keller came out on top defeating both Fry and Nightingale. Junior House teams were introduced this year as a result of the en- thusiasm for basketball throughout the school. Two of these teams won one game each therefore the tournament will be replayed now that the season has reopened. Badminton : Owing to the girls ' keenness for skiing and skating during the winter term the badminton tournament was de- layed until just before Easter. Noreen Haney is our new school champion. In the House Matches, played early in the Summer Term, Keller defeated both Nightingale and Fry. Volleyball: Last term Miss Snell started volleyball as a new game in the school. As soon as baskets were put around the lights in the Hall we had a match in which Va, Vb class defeated the VI Matric, IV Upper class. Gym. and Drill: Gym. and drill classes have continued this year with so much in- creasing enthusiasm and improvement that it was necessary to form another class. Although this new class contains mainly juniors it is by no means inferior to the senior class. A.C. SAMARA 11 DRAMATICS ON March 29th, the presentation of Reginald Berkeley ' s ' The Lady With a Lamp " by the Senior Dramatic Class was the highlight of this year ' s dramatic work. The audience was most appreciative, and we felt fully repaid for our efforts. The play gave great scope for characterization and we thoroughly enjoyed working on it. We are most grateful to Miss Graham for her excellent direction, and we should like to thank her for her perseverance. This year the House Plays reached a very high standard, Fry gave the winning per- formance in " Rose Latulippe, " a charming and unusual play of old French Canada. Keller ' s comedy-thriller " Blackout " ranked a very close second, containing some ad- mirable character studies, which were most suitable to the setting, a country inn, " Some where in England. " Nightingale came third with " The Thirteenth Guest, " an enjoyable comedy, with some commendable pieces of acting. The two leading plays were pre- sented as an added attraction at the bazaar the following afternoon. The Senior Intermediates, aside from joining in " The Lady With a Lamp " have been working on Barrie ' s " The Admirable Crichton " and " Shall We Join the Ladies, " also " Thirty Minutes in a Street " and " Lady Precious Stream, " all under Miss Graham ' s direction. The Intermediates are busy re- hearsing " Michael " and " The Poetasters of Ispahan. " We hope to have an opportunity of seeing all these before the end of the year. Once again we are very grateful to Mr. Kendall MacNeil, who attended the Senior Play, and gave us the following criticism; we should like to thank both Mr. MacNeil and the Citizen for allowing us to print it here. ELMWOOD GIRLS MAINTAINS HIGH DRAMATIC STANDARD " The Lady With a Lamp. " Story of Florence Nightingale, Is Ambitious Of- fering Presented in Excellent Fashion. We have seen many of these annual plays so that it is with a certain amount of know- ledge we can say that " The Lady With a Lamp " is one of the most ambitious attempts in the history of the school. It is a play which presents difficulties even for the most experienced amateur cast and these dif- ficulties are multiplied when it is undertaken by girls in their teens. Imagine, if you will, the roles of such personages as Lord Pal- merston and Sidney Herbert being inter- preted by school girls and you probably will be inclined to smile. Yet last night they appeared real and vital and were in no sense caricatures of these statesmen of other days. True, there was a certain amount of stiffness 12 SAMARA in movement but in the main, these and the many other mascuhne roles in the play were done with a great deal of credit to both the girls themselves and their talented directress, Miss Miriam Graham, the mistress responsible for their advancement. As the title implies, " The Lady With a Lamp " is the story of the life of Florence Nightingale. It is a graphic picture of a life spent in self-sacrificing, unselfish work, a life in which obstacles and disappoint- ment were there to be overcome and a life which saw in full measure the ideals of am- bitious youth fulfilled. It glorifies Woman and depicts, wha t a mere male is forced to admit, that the contempt of the determined woman for precedent and red tape brings needed reforms into being more speedily than they ordinarily would. Although The Lady With a Lamp is a story of the past, Reginald Berkley makes much of the dialogue equally applicable to the present. His jibes at the Treasury Board and its cheese-paring attitude during the Crimean War drew from last night ' s audience appreciative laughter. So did his contempt for hidebound official regulations and the horror of officialdom of trying to get things done in business-like ways. Brilliant Performance Last night ' s presentation, as we have al- ready said, was excellent. It was made remarkable by the outstanding performance of Jacqueline Workman who played Florence Nightingale in Acts I and II. It was dif- ficult to realize that the part was being played by a school girl. Possessed of one of the most beautiful speaking voices it has been our privilege to hear from any stage, Miss Workman made her heroine live and breathe again. Florence Nightingale ' s lovely personality, her determination in the face of almost insufferable obstacles, her re- solution and above all her true womanliness were all drawn with what almost might be called inspiration. It was a tender and moving portrayal. Elizabeth Edwards played the leading role in Acts III and IV, the later periods of Florence Nightingale ' s life. While her per- formance was perhaps not so appealing nevertheless it brought out to the full the great woman ' s resolution and the love of work for work ' s sake. Her portrayal of the end of a wonderful life at a great age was beautifully done. It is impossible to mention individually the performances of every member of the cast. For one thing there were so many roles that some of the girls had to play as many as three parts, and for another reason that space forbids. However, we should like to mention the Elizabeth Herbert ' s of Elizabeth Hardy and Nancy Kennedy, the kindly and un- derstanding Lord Palmerston of Avril Crab- tree and the Dr. Sutherland of Dorothy Davis. The latter was especially good and would have been better had she not had to try so hard to assume a Scottish accent. The Corporal Jones of Anne Binks was an ex- cellent bit of comedy and so was Nancy Bowman ' s Lady Heritage and Lord Mayor. A word of sincere praise must also be given for Mary Osier ' s interpretation of the well meaning but mistaken garrulous Mrs. Night- ingale. Joan Creighton too, was very good as Sidney Herbert. One Disagreement On the side of criticism we have to say that we disagree most emphatically with the touch of burlesque given to what was mea nt to be the impressive scene of the belated recognition of Florence Nightingale ' s life work at her investiture with the Order of Merit. While, undoubtedly, it was funny, it was entirely out of place and could not have been remotely near the actuality. It seemed to discredit the heroine. Then also it seems impossible for a girl to bring realism to a love scene when she has to play the male. Girls in masculine roles never seem to know what to do with their arms but then, male amateurs are equally at fault in most cases. Make-up was better than last year but there was still room for improvement. Costumes were really wonderful and in keeping with the periods. Settings were as usual ex- cellent and the lighting good although a little spotty in places. Audibility was prac- tically perfect. We notice that one of the girls, Nadine Christie, was stage manager and with so large a cast and so many scenes to deal with it must be said that she did ex- cellent work. The scenery was painted by the senior art class under the direction of Miss H. Mabel May and the school choir in SAMARA 13 the concluding scene was directed by Myron McTavish, Mus. B., F.C.C.O. Appearing in the various roles were Anne Binks, Joan Creighton, Avril Crabtree, Mary Osier, Elizabeth Hardy, Nancy Kennedy, Jacqueline Workman, Elizabeth Edwards, Nancy Paterson, Ogden Blackburn, Mary Wurtele, Anne Powell, Norma Wilson, Nancy Bowman, Marise Bishop, Priscilla Aylen, Helen Christie, Dorothy Davis, Pauline Watkins, Nita Nichols, Felicity Hastings, Joyce Haney, Joana Rowlatt, Shelagh Nolan, Lois Lambert, Felicia Magor, Betty Caldwell, Noreen Haney, Veryan Yarrow. — M. A.B. LECTURE NOTES This year as in other years we have been privileged to hear a variety of interesting lectures. On October 30th, Dr. Horwood of the Toronto Conservatory of Music gave a lecture on how music is composed. He gave many amusing illustrations on the piano, showing us how popular music is very often made up of several well known tunes " " borrowed " from other composers. Major McKeand paid us his usual visit on Armistice Day. His lecture made us all think more seriously about our place in the world after the war. On November 14th we heard a most en- joyable lecture by Mr. Humphrey on British Columbia. As well as telling us of the many beauties of that province he showed some wonderful coloured slides. I am sure that after the lecture we all felt we should like to spend our next summer holidays in British Columbia. On November 20th Miss Hazel told us about her annual caravan trip to outlying settlements in the west. We are always glad to welcome Miss Hazel and she tells us many new interesting experiences each year. In February Miss Foster told the mernbers of the Intermediate and Junior school about the work of the Nasic hospital in India. The school has been supporting a cot in this hospital and we were very interested to hear about the work being done there. On March 8th Miss Warren gave a delightful lecture on the Scandinavian countries. It was made all the more in- teresting by the showing of slides of her own paintings which were lovely. On April 30 Mrs. Milton F. Gregg told us about her experiences in England. She described her work in a Toe H canteen and a hospital for Canadian soldiers. Her in- formation about what articles of clothing are most needed was very useful to those of us who are knitting or sewing for the war effort. A. P. FICTION LIBRARY NOTES Fiction Library Staff: — Felicity Hastings Paula Peters Ann Goodeve We have tried to get the fiction library fully organized this year, and with the help of Miss Spencer most of the books are catalogued and every member has a library card. This year we have had many members especially among the Juniors and they all make great use of the library. Two new books have been bought " " French- man ' s Creek, " by the well-known author, Daphne du Maurier, and ' " My Friend Flicka, " by Mary O ' Hara. Both books have been very popular among all ages. A few books are being given to the Shernfold School and perhaps some to a hospital. F. H. LIBRARY NOTES Library Staff: — Nancy Kennedy Betty Caldwell Anne Binks Veryan Yarrow. This year a new system of filing and taking out of books was introduced into the library. The books were re-arranged into three sections; Fiction, Non-Fiction, Poetry and Plays. Displays of various types of books were presented throughout the year, and it is felt that these displays helped to stimulate 14 SAMARA interest in the library. A book-day was held to acquaint the girls with the library system of filing and grouping. We would like to thank the girls who were of such assistance to us on this day and at other times. The Second and Third Forms have a small library of their own. They were very co- operative in presenting several of the book displays. We would like to thank Mrs. MacLaren for her gift to the library of the set of books, ' ' Nelson ' s History of the First World War, " and Mrs. G. M. Edwards for the volumes of " Modern Eloquence. " The following books have been added to the library this year: Microbe Hunters — Paul de Kruif The Keys of the Kingdom — A. J. Cronin Rebecca — Daphne du Maurier 1940— Arthur Mee Everyday Problems in Science — Pieper and Beauchamp Mathematics for the Millions — Lancelot Hogben The Soong Sisters — Emily Hahn. Berlin Diary — -William Shirer. N. K. DANCING NOTES May the 15th was the day of Elmwood ' s dancing recital of 1942. Under the able direction of Miss Snell and Miss Graham, the classes presented a very enjoyable after- noon ' s entertainment. The programme con- sisted of original dances and a play by the Junior girls; Greek dances and a mime by the senior girls; musical selectl-Cns by Elizabeth Hardy and Jacqueline Workman; and songs by the choir. The last two were under the direction of Myron MacTavish. I think we should say ' " hats off " to Mrs. Moore and Miss Fischl for their excellent accompaniment throughout the programme, and for their patience all year with the many repetitions necessary for us as we learned the steps. V. Y. AT TWILIGHT I love on winter evenings When it ' s cold and bleak outside, To settle in a comfy chair With a book by the fireside. I read of knights and princes Who fought in battles of old, And tales of patient fair maidens Waiting for their heroes bold. I read about lions and tigers. Of pirates sailing the seas. Of Cinderella ' s glass slipper, Of gypsies, Turks, Chinese. And so I sit there enraptured By the strange folk which Bookland reveals And the clock on the mantle ticks onward But I think not of bed-time or meals. As the shadows of night form around me, I suddenly am aware That night is quickly approaching And the embers no longer flare. So I leave for the present time only Those entrancing folk of romance, And unwillingly withdraw from the fireside. Slowly wakening out of my trance. Phillipa McLaren Form Vc Keller THE SNOW STORM The sky is darkening, the clouds draw near, The snow is coming, the cold ' s more severe, The wind is rising, it creaks and it moans As it cuts the air with high pitched tones. It eddies, it twists, it lifts and it falls, It dances, it drives against barricade walls. Pine trees bend and protest with a howl. They sway and cry like the frightened owl. The storm is increasing, the wind continues. The snow drives on stretching out white sinews. But then comes a break in the dull grey sky, — The wind is softening its angry cry. The clouds drift away and let in the light Which shines on the earth now blanketed white. Joyce Haney Form VI Fry FIGURE COMPOSITION —JANET EDWARDS FIGURE COMPOSITION— JOAN GILLIES STILL LIFE-OILS- ELIZABETH GILCHRIST SAMARA 15 THIS year Miss May has opened to us several new and interesting branches of art and the old ones have been studied with even greater enthusiasm. Drawing from life has been stressed particularly. We have all enjoyed this work as we found it interesting and instructive. Following figure work came fashion drawing. Posters and murals were made for such school activities as the bazaar and the magazine. Several of us have also made designs for the Scroll of Honour, which is to be engraved with the names of old Elmwoodians serving in the Forces. Masks have also interested us. IVc as well as the special art classes have made them and enjoyed doing so. At Christmas we made more than the usual number of lino cuts and Miss May was pleased with the results. Some of the pictures done by the children of the Museum Saturday morning classes, which were exhibited here at school, were exceptionally good and afforded us ins- piration. Elizabeth Gilchrist has been working in oils and many of us hope to join her in this work next year. We would like to thank Miss May very much for her guidance in making this a progressive and delightful year. P. P. CURLING HAIR Last night I thought I ' d curl my hair, My room-mate gave an awful glare, I knew she thought I ' d look a sight And now I believe she was quite right. I pulled and tugged, twisted and twirled, I really thought my hair should be curled. At last, at last, I had it done. But now to sleep. It wasn ' t fun. I passed an agonizing night. My head was in a sorry plight. And when at last the morning came Not one curler did remain. To-night I ' ll have a peaceful rest, No curler shall my peace molest, And I will never once again Give myself such a dreadful pain. Bridget Hastings, Vc Nightingale THE NAVY I like the navy best. It ' s better than all the rest. They roam the seas both far and near. To protect their loved ones dear. They guard the ocean blue. And give their lives for you. I think we should feel proud as can be Of our brave men who sail the sea. Bridget Hastings, Form Vc. Nightingale WAS IT MURDER? I once knew a girl who was gowned To the envy of all those around She walked gracefully On a cliff by the sea When her dress tripped her up And she drowned Ann Powell, age 17 Keller, Form VI, Matric 16 SAMARA MUSIC THIS year we have been to many enjoy- able musical performances and have heard many beautiful records. On September twenty-ninth we went to see the Russian Ballet, the lovely music of which was mostly by Tschaikowsky. On October twenty-ninth, some of the boarders went to hear Paul Robeson at thfe Capitol Theatre. We attended, on November twenty- seventh, a concert given by some Czecho- slovakian artists in aid of the Czechos- lovakian fund in London. On February fourth we had the great pri- ilege of hearing Rubenstein. His technigue was wonderful. It was amazing to see how far he could stretch with his hands for he is a small man. We heard, on February fourteenth, a Russian Choir sing at the Technical School. The singers wore their native costume, which was a very pretty blue. One man was dressed in bright scarlet and wore high topboots. We all wondered why he was different until suddenly at the end of the performance he sprang out of line and did a Russian dance. A tuning-fork was the only aid the choir used. Lastly on March twenty-fourth we went to hear Vronsky and Babin play the piano, which, I think was the best performance of the year. They played on two pianos and had seven encores. Two outstanding pieces were a Brazilian dance and a polka by Schwanda. Interest in music has grown greatly this year. A choir has been formed with twelve members who sing special music three times a week at morning prayers. On Friday we NOTES have a musical service which we find quite lovely. Each member of the choir has a purple stripe on her tunic. At the end of the Christmas term the boarders all went, as usual, to Mrs. Buck ' s house to sing carols. We make a record every year of our singing and found it very amusing to compare this year ' s with some of preceding Christmases. During the singing classes, Mr. McTavish often plays us records — the most popular of which are the New World Symphony by Dvorak and Beethoven ' s Fifth Symphony. On Friday evenings once a month, Mr. McTavish comes to give the boarders musical entertainments of records, piano playing, singing, musical games, and musical general knowledge. Before the holidays some beautiful records of Steiner ' s Crucifiction were played which were greatly enjoyed. E. H. KNOW YOUR ELMWOOD 1. In what year was the school founded? 2. Why is the magazine called " Samara " ? 3. To whom is the flag pole dedicated? 4. Who was the first Head Mistress? 5. Who are the governors? 6. How many times have we won the Ottawa District Tennis Shield? 7. In what year were the houses incor- porated? 8. What is the school motto? 9. What are the house mottos? 10. What is the school flower? Answers on Page 19 SAMARA 17 0mm (J Ib irlsi ' i otes! 1941-42 WE go to press amid such a flurry of engagements, marriages, and new babies, that it would seem almost simpler to report the doings of the career women and add that everyone else is busy being or becoming wives and mothers. However, we know our duty. Wincing at the three letter adjective in the heading, we shall begin to cudgel our aging wits for the memory of who married who, and what occupations should be attached to what names. ENGAGEMENTS Genevieve Bronson (now at U. of T.) to Archie Laidlaw. Alison Cochrane (busy with V.A.D.) to Capt. Don Connelly (overseas). Penny Duguid to Fl. -Lieut. Ian MacNaughton. Joan Goodeve to Lieut. F. H. Peters, R.C.N.V.R. Dorothy Laidlaw (gym mistress at Ovenden) to Lieut. Bill Marsh. Barbara Ross (now in Bank of Canada) to " Chuck " Waterous, (in England). MARRIAGES Eleanor Clark to Fl. -Lieut. David McGinnis. Pamela Erwin to Sub. -Lieut. Courtney Kingstone. Hope Gilmour (M.T.C.) to Hon. Alistair Buchan (in England) . Elizabeth Hanson to Lieut. Ken Ward, R.C.E. Nancy Haultain to " Pip " Nation (overseas). Winsome Hooper to Fl. -Lieut. Jack Newton (in Ottawa) . Barbara Hopkirk to Sub. -Lieut. John Dunne (Newfoundland) . Nancy Lane to Lieut. Peter Maurice (Morrie) Quinn. Louise MacBrian to Pilot Officer Ross Gray (living in Calgary) . Marjorie Mackinnon to Rowley Booth. Penelope Sherwood to Flying Officer Norman Brown (Sydney, N.S.). Jane Toller to Capt. George Wodehouse, R.C.A.M.C. Jacqueline Vernon to Lieut. H. Palmer. BIRTHS To Claudia (Coristine) Blackburn, a daughter; To Joycelyn (White) Blair, a son. To Eleanor (Kenny) Lawson, a daughter. To Dorothy (Hardy) McPhee, a daughter. To Betty (Harris) Devlin, a daughter. To Irene (Salmon) Caulfield, a son. Now for some news of the " career women! " We are grateful to Rosemary Clarke for taking over the presidency of the Old Girls, when our erstwhile president was married (Pam Erwin). She is carrying on beautifully, and has us all knitting like mad for the Navy League every Wednesday night. In- cidentally, all the Ottawa Old Girls who haven ' t rallied round, ought to come and join our pan sessions, if only in the interests of self -protection. (Sometimes we even dis- cuss intellectual subjects like surrealism or Karl Marx!). There must be some Old Girls whose names begin with A, but we can ' t think of any at the moment, so we ' ll start off with a few Bs. Anne Bethune is going to Bryn Mawr. Mimi Boal is living in Nicaragua. Glenn Borbridge has been working for the Bank of Canada all winter, but she ' s giving up her job in May. Eleanor Carson spent most of the winter in Florida and smuggled in about the only thing you ' re allowed to bring back from the States these days. ... a heavenly tan. It ' s almost dark enough to match her Red Cross Transport Service Khaki. And speaking of the Transport Corps, we are well represent- ed there. . . . f ' r instance, Susan Edwards, Betty Hooper, Barbara Ross, Sylvia Smellie, etc. Margaret Carson is with the R.C.A.F. (Women ' s Division) at Aylmer, Ontario. The Air Force is going to keep cropping up all through these notes, so we might as well give a list of the girls in the blue right now — Lilias Ahearn Buskirk, Barbara Fellowes, Pussy Hill, Melodie Willis O ' Connor, and Eleanor Leggett. Peggy Clark is starting work at the Foreign Exchange Control Board soon. Muriel 18 SAMARA Crocket has an interesting job with the PoUsh Embassy here. She is always so busy, that no one ever sees her except our popular Allies. The Navy moved the Curry ' s to Esquimault last Spring, so Margaret is living out there with her family. Mimsy Cruikshanks is working in Washington with Nelson Rockefellers Pan-American group. Betty Carter, Anna Wilson, Clare Borbridge, Hope Wattsford and Gerry Hanson are in the C.W.A.C. All happy in the service, we hear. Nancy Doane and Muriel Inkster are draft women at R.C.A.F. Headquarters here. Jane Edwards is attending Trafalgar this year, and is about to blossom out into a glamour girl any day now, just like Sue did. Betty (Fauquier) Gill is in England, a driver in the M.T.C., as are also Pat Gait and Elizabeth Kenny. Ailsa Gerard, Pat Macoun and Gaye Douglas are working in the government. Shirley Geldhert is stuffing knowledge under her flaming locks at the University of Toronto. Esme Girouard is working in Air Vice- Marshall Bishop ' s office at R.C.A.F. Head- quarters. Three of us are burning all night incense to a new Muse. The Documentary Film has reared it ' s hydra head in Canada and Jane Smart Marsh, Betty Hamilton and Cecily Sparks have become it ' s hollow-eyed hand-maidens. Jane is one of the National Film Board ' s most talented producers and script-writers. Hammie works for the Film Board too, as a sort of messenger extra- ordinary and assistant plenipotentiary to sundry geniuses and oh-dont-they-think-they- are-geniuses. Cecily works for Crawley Films who produce documentary films. She does all kind of interesting things, includ- ing sound cutting, operating the camera, editing, and script writing, etc. Katherine Inkster, besides being treasurer of the Old Girls Association, is a district visitor for the Ottawa Welfare Bureau. Dorothy Leggett is teaching gym at the Ottawa Ladies ' College. Julia (MacBrien) Murphy has started her twins in the Elmwood Nursery School, so that she had time to do a wonderful job of organizing the canteen for the temporary buildings at the Experimental Farm. Peggy (Marr) Webber has two men to be proud of ... . her son Michael because he ' s so cute, and her husband Michael because he took part in the raid on Spitz- bergen. Jean (Perley-Robertson) Wright was living in Edmonton for a while this year, but she is in Ottawa now. We don ' t quite know where Maria Pe- trucci is now, but we were all glad to hear that, due to the intervention of the British Government, she and her father got safely out of Teheran after the trouble last year. Pam Kingstone, Winnie Newton, Sue Bourinot and Marion Monk are in the Nursing Service of the Red Cross. Mackie Edwards and Susan Kenny are at McGill. Dorothy Wardle is in her final year at Queen ' s, and is the first girl to become President of the Queen ' s A.M.S. Congrat- ulations Dorothy! Gill German is coping with the domestic situation at home, and working three days a week at the Red Triangle, which is something of a record. Muriel and Katherine Inkster, Cecily Spark ' s, Elizabeth Newcombe and Peg gy Webber devote one night a week to the Triangle. Cynthia Sims helps at the Red Cross Blood Donor Clinic. Margery Woodward also helps there, when she is able to spare some time from her arduous job as assistant secretary at Elm- wood! Frances Bell is at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal. B. B. Eraser is at McGill, and Joan Eraser is in the Red Cross Office Administration Corps. Elizabeth Newcombe and Anne Perley Robertson are in the Office Adminis- tration Corps too. Barbara Watson and M. M. Blair are attending the University of Toronto. Mary Malloch and Barbara Ross are work- ing in the Bank of Canada. Mary (Craig) Desbarats has returned to Ottawa from Halifax. SAMARA 19 Bobby Gray is with the United States Legation here. When we go in to get our visas we always get the impression that the officials think we are a notorious character trying to flee the country, so it ' s nice to see a face who knew us when we were res- pectable students. Diana (Kingsmill) Gordon-Lennox is work- ing for the New National Health League. Cairine Wilson is active in all Welfare work with the Children ' s Aid, possibly taking first place. Marjorie (Barron) Anderson is back in Ottawa after a few months in Dunnville, but Lilian (Gardner) Hyndman is still there. Sheila Skelton is teaching in the high school at Sudbury. Among the many young Elmwoodian matrons at present making their homes in Ottawa are: Rachel (White) Garvock, Ann (Creighton) Southam, Janet (Southam) MacTavish, Frances (Bates) Stronach, Nini (Keefer) McDougalJean(Workman)Castonguay, Isabel (Bryson) Perodeau, Claudia (Coristine) Black- burn, Maryon (Murphy) Rhodes, Jocelyn (White) Blair, Joan (Shearn) Dewar, Peggy (Crerar) Palmer, Christine (MacNaughton) MacDougal, Enid (Palmer) Wotherspoon, Dorothy (Hardy) McPhee, Florence (Coris- tine) Carter, Cynthis (Hill) Campbell, Ethel (Southam) Toller. " HOT SUMMER AFTERNOON " THE heat seemed to have penetrated every- thing. Even the faint breeze was lulled by the hot sum.mer sun beating down on the green earth. The lake was turguoise; glint- ing and shimmering in the sunlight with a thousand twinkling lights. Mirrored in the still water was the lake-side, on which the tall pines were motionless; no ghostly rustling moved their branches. The ground seemed to wither under the all pervading heat. In the water the young fish sunned themselves, only moving to dart after some unsuspecting fly or mosquito. A snake lay on the rocks at the lake-side lazily moving its tail in the hot sun. No noise disturbed the tranquility save the hum of a distant aeroplane. Anne Binks, Form VI Matric. Keller. A PRAYER FOR OUR FIGHTING FORCES Oh God, to whom we look in hours of need, Look down on us to-day. As here I kneel before my lowly bed Lost in prayer for those away. Oh God, please watch and guard them from all harm. Be with them through the night So when dawn breaks once more across the skies It will bring the end to this long dreaded fight. To those in planes that fly through blackest hell, Please be to them their guide. On land may they bring quick defeat to those Who now have wandered from your side. When victory once more is gifted to our race And we again live happily in peace. Oh God, please answer them this prayer That hatred, war and prejudice may cease. Amen Betty Hibbard Fry Form Vb. Answers for KNOW YOUR ELMWOOD: 1. In 1915, as Elmwood Preparatory School. 2. Because the samara is the fruit of the elm. 3. " To those who fought and died for Service, Fellowship and Fair Play, in the World War. " 4. Mrs. Hamlet S. Philpot. 5. Mrs. Norman Wilson, Mrs. Harry Southam, Mrs. Edward Fauquier, Mrs. Hamlet Philpot. 6. Five times. In 1930, 1933, 1935, 1936, and 1941. 7. In 1925. 8 . " Summa Sumar um ' ' — Highest of the High . 9. Fry: " In societas humanas " — Friendship to all. Keller: " Ex aequa et bona! " Fair play. Nightingale: " Non nobis solis — Not for ourselves alone. 10. The daffodil. Mary Osier, Form VI M. Fry. 20 SAMARA . letter from Mi it J eal We were so glad to hear from Miss Neal, who left Elmwood in April, 1940, to return to England, after nineteen years of devoted service. April 18th, 1942. Dear Elmwoodians, I was most interested in hearing from Mary Osier about the Bazaar which you held. How unitedly you all must have worked to gain such a large amount for The Red Cross Fund and this shows me that all the traditions which Elmwood stands for are still being loyally upheld by the pupils each succeeding year. My thoughts are often v ith you all and I can well pic- ture the busy scene and happy time you had in preparing and carrying out this new venture. I have written individually to many of you — but fear owing to enemy action much correspond- ence has gone to Davey Jones ' locker, as no reply has arrived. I congratulate Fry on her achievements with the House Play but I hope that Nightingale, in June will have the honour of her name on The Shield. We are now having double summer time, and at present Black- out is not until 9.30 p.m. How we appreciate the longer daylight! I am at last getting more used to the vagaries of English climate, but have missed the bright Canadian sunshine, and the central heating. Now owing to further war restrictions severe economy is necessary in coal, gas, and electricity. These are to be rationed on point basis. Each p ' " ' =on is allowed 36 points a month for canned goods and cereals. To-day I sur- rendered 16 pts. for a tin of Boneless Rabbit from Australia, 12 pts. for Pineapple from Malaya and 24 pts. for Pork Sausage Meat from U.S.A. So you gather the points soon vanish. Still we are well fed and the health of the Nation has not suffered in anyway. Meal ration is now l -per person per week. Clothes etc. are also rationed but this so far has not worried me. During the winter of 1940 and 1941 we went through bad air raids. No one who has not had such an experience can fully appreciate the joy of these last 6 months of being able to sleep safely in one ' s own bed, in the bedroom upstairs. Here we suffered badly and I shall never forget the night of April 16th when from 9 p.m. to 5 a.m. German bombers droned overhead dropping flares high explosive and incendiary bombs, fortunately our house received no damage. We are now revelling in Spring, and Nature has once again awakened, with hyacinths, and daffodils blooming in the gardens, and on our road, all the almond trees are in bloom. Everywhere one sees people digging and planting so that we can have more food and so save shipping. We have a large piece of the lawn dug up, and now planted with carrots, onions, beets, potatoes, etc. but our front garden will again be a riot of colour with pink phlox, fuschias and dahlias. It is noted in the neighbourhood, for its magnificent and varied blooms of dahlias, and in war time many folks have mentioned how it has cheered them to see such a floral display. Owing to domestic workers being called up to make munitions I have no help except a daily person who comes some mornings, so I have learned to do household duties and have be- come guite domesticated instead of training " the young idea to shoot normally and happily, " I am now cooking meals on rations and making 50c worth of meat a week last as long as pos- sible. Very little entertaining can be done, but people are becoming much less reserved and speak to one another, in shops and passing on the streets, or in gueue. I have visited guite a num- ber of schools, (Mr. Neal being Vice-Chairman of the Education ' Committee) and spoken to the scholars about Canad a, sports, school life, and of my visits to many of the beauty spots in the West. I should love to have letters telling me of your doings. Wishing you all good results for your years work, and a good Sports day with no mosquitoes!! and happy holidays. With love. Yours affectionately, K. A. NEAL. CANDID SHOTS SAMARA 21 Senior SMALL BEGINNINGS THE lecture room was silent when the professor walked in. Each student sat at his desk, waiting for the contents of the paper which he was holding to be read out; each was tense and nervous. The professor walked to the front of the room and surveyed his class critically. " Well, men, " he said, " for three years now you have studied to become ministers, and this summer you will all be assigned to churches where you will obtain experience in preaching, praying, Bible reading, and other duties which will fall upon your shoulders as rectors. " He cleared his throat and continued, " Here is the list of places where you will be sent. " Then, he told each student what parish he was to be given, adding a kindly word of encouragement. Finally only one was left, a short man of about twenty-four with flam- ing red hair and large blue eyes. The older man smiled and said, " Maclean, you are being assigned to the parish in Tiverton. It is a small fishing village. Good luck. Boy! " It was a lovely June day when young Angus Maclean came to his little parish. He had driven twenty long miles over a rough dusty road in a rickety old bus, and had passed through a few small fishing villages, but none of them was like this one. He saw it first from the top of a high hill. There down below him like a picture was Tiverton, peaceful and lovely among the rolhng hills, looking out at the shining waters of its little bay. The village seemed to be made up of small white houses and barns, and colourful gardens full of roses and sweet peas and forget-me-nots. Then he looked toward the east, and saw the sparkling waters of the Bay of Fundy, far off. Down the long hill went the old bus, jolting its passengers mercilessly as it turned the sharp corner that led to the main village street. In front of a worn building it stopped and unloaded the mail bags that it carried daily to the village. Angus stepped off the bus and looked at the people that stood Section around the post office, with interest, and they returned the scrutiny. The centre of the village was in a valley, surrounded on three sides by hills, and on the fourth by the sea. Up the steepest of these trudged Angus, bag in hand. He hailed a man ahead of him, and from him found that his destination was " Moor- ings, " the home of Mrs. Bishop. So to " Moorings " the young student went. He found it to be an old stone house — the only one of its kind in the village — with a large garden and a big red barn. He walked slowly to the door, and waited. Presently a middle-aged woman in a blue dress and starched apron opened it, and said in a shrill voice, " Yes? " " I ' m the new minister, Angus Maclean. I was told — " The impatient lady allowed him to con- tinue no farther. She grabbed his bag from his hand, and led him into her parlor, saying: " Lands sakes, when I tell Sadie Foster this, she won ' t believe me. You know last year we had a Mr. Tuts as minister, nice man he was too; and the minute he came into the village Sadie was after him, showing him here, there, and everywhere — Did you walk through the village? " But without allowing the confused young man to reply, she continued, " Well, if you did you must have been pretty smart to miss her! Lands, she ' s an awful woman. Why, only last week she . . . . " " Excuse me for interrupting " said the young minister, who found no interest in what the said Mrs. Foster had done last week, " But would you mind telling me which one of the churches is mine? " Mrs. Bishop moved to the window, from which three little churches could be seen. One was all white, another no particular colour, but weather beaten and old, and the third, white, with a funny little steeple which was bright red. " That ' s yours, " she said, pointing to it, " and if you just wait a minute, I ' ll take you to the Miss Elderidges, where we will get the keys. " Angus guessed 22 SAMARA from the tone of her voice as she pronounced the name, that the Miss Elderidges were the leaders of the village society. All the way to their home, Mrs. Bishop warned him not to mind the harsh remarks of the sisters. " For, " she said, " they are really very nice, it ' s just their way. " Angus wanted the Elderidges to think well of him, but he wanted very much more to see his church. All through his short visit he heard very little of what they said, for he was trying to get a better view of it from the large parlor window. When they finally departed, his com- panion breathed a sigh of relief. " Well, " she said, " thank goodness that ' s over. You were very good, Mr. Maclean. You smiled all the time, even when Miss Kate said she hoped your sermons were better than your looks. Miss Kate really is a dear when you get to know her. " Soon Angus turned up the steps that led to his church, and Mrs. Bishop approached the cottage of Sadie Foster, to report on the new arrival. That night at dinner, the young clergy- man asked his hostess about his parishioners. " My gracious, I ' m sure I don ' t know. In the village here there ' s me and Sadie Foster and the Miss Elderidges, and Doctor Rice and Cervantes Dunn — and of course there ' re a lot of summer visitors. I guess there are about twenty people all told. " " But surely there are more than that in the village — there must be. " " Well you see, Mr. Maclean, your church is closed in the winter, and so we all go to one of the other churches. It ' s awfully hard to break away, once you begin going to another one, you know. " For the rest of the meal Angus was silent. He was wondering how he could bring his strayed congregation back to his church ' s doors. Every now and then he was rudely awakened by his anxious hostess, who momentarily reminded him the following day was Sunday, and inquired as to the text of his sermon. That first Sunday, and for many Sundays to follow, he stood in the pulpit and delivered in his simple direct style, sermons which drew the countryside to his parish. Angus watched as one by one his congregation increased, and he was pleased with his progress. One day, as he was walking to the village, he was joined by a group of boys and girls from his Sunday school class. He greeted them with a friendly " Hullo " and continued on his way. A little girl tugged on his arm and looked up at him. " Please Mr. Maclean, when is the flower Sunday going to be, " she said in a soft little voice. Angus was baffled. He looked down at the expectant little faces around him and cleared his throat. " Well, I— I ' m not sure, " he said, " When is it usually held? " " Any time, I just wondered. " " Well, when would you like it to be? " he asked the curly- headed youngster. " Well, " she answered importantly, " In two weeks, I think. I s ' pose that would be fine. " " All right, " he laughed, " In two weeks it is. " " And when ' s the bazaar going to be? " " The bazaar? " a little shiver went up and down his spine. " Well, I — I really don ' t know. But not for sometime. " " Thank you sir. " The children skipped away, leaving a puzzled Angus on the hill, who decided after a little thought that the best thing to do was to visit Doctor Rice, the church warden, and look into the matter. He found the doctor in the sunporch of his comfortable home, reading a book. When he was asked to sit down, the young minister said: " I just heard something about our church holding a flower Sunday and a bazaar, so I decided to come over here and find out if there was any truth in the rumour. " " I ' m sorry to say there is. Lots of it, and it ' s a wonder the ladies haven ' t ap- proached you before this, enquiring about the matter. The flower Sunday ' s nothing, but the bazaar is. " " What could they sell? I really don ' t see how they could make any money. " SAMARA 23 " Leave it to the ladies. Last year they scraped together seventy five dollars — my wife says they ought to do better this year. " " What about this flower business? " " That ' s a children service. " After getting a few more details, Angus left, and trudged once again up the long hill to Mrs. Bishop ' s house. He stopped as he passed the little church. After a few minutes hesitation, he walked up the steps, and stood in front of the small building. He loved the little church with its old box pews, and water glass windows. He loved his crowded little vestry and the worn Bible that lay on the table. There was something old and sweet about it all. He turned and went down the steps again towards " Moorings. " At the door he was greeted by a flustered Mrs. Bishop. " Hurry Mr. Maclean, some ladies have been here for an hour or more. They want to talk to you. " She pushed him towards the door. " Go on in, " she said. Angus opened the door cautiously and saw before him the cream of village society, drinking tea out of Mrs. Bishop ' s best tea- cups. As he entered, all eyes were turned toward him, and he stammered apologetical- ly, " I ' m awfully sorry I kept you waiting. I had no idea you were here. . . . " " Don ' t waste time apologizing, but sit down and do something, " was the crisp reply. Angus knew the voice instanly. It was that of Miss Kate Elder idge. " Well, young man, you can have no doubt as to why we are here. " Angus, who was very much in doubt, said nothing. " We ' re here to arrange about the bazaar. It ' s to be held in two weeks time. We have made all the necessary preparations, and are here to inform you of our plans. " The young minister breathed a sigh of relief and mumbled a word of thanks. " There is going to be a table for embroid- ery, and tea will be served. Of course there will be ice-cream and candy too. I think we ' ll spend the money on a hanging lamp for the church, and a new cupboard for the vestry, if we make enough money. Angus, filled with indignation at being dictated to by the Miss Elderidges rose, and said in an angry voice: " No, we will not get a hanging light, or a new cupboard. Miss Elderidge, we will get a stove and some coal, so that the church may be kept open all winter. We will pay a minister to come down from Digby after I go back to college, to take the service. " The ladies looked greatly taken aback at this outburst, and Angus sat down, mar- veling at his own courage. Shortly his guests left still a little shaken by the minister ' s words. Next day Angus was stopped by a laugh- ing Doctor Rice. " Well, Angus, I hear you had a session with the ladies yesterday. You ' ll never have any more trouble with them, my boy. I don ' t think they ' ll try to rule in church affairs again. " One Sunday morning, about two weeks later, a strange car stopped at the bottom of the steps of the old church, and a man got out. He stopped for a minute, listening to the sound of childish voices singing softly, which came from the open doors of the little building. He walked up the steps to the open doors, and looked in. There before him he saw Angus, standing over a cross covered with flowers, his head bent as he blessed his congregation. After the service he came to him and shook his hand. The young student looked at the man and smiled. " Professor Woodward! How nice of you to come to hear me. " The professor looked at him proudly, " You ' re doing well, my boy, you ' re doing very well, " he said. Ruth Osier, Form Vb, Nightingale. SUNSET The sinews of the sun relax And the great eyelid moves slowly down- wards. Felicia Magor, Form Va. Fry. 24 SAMARA THE LAST HOUR I AWAKE, the clock outside is ringing in my last hour. Five o ' clock, one hour until six. I am surprised at my lack of fear, but I suppose that when one has lain in prison for so long, one is beyond feelings of any sort. I arise from my pallet and feel my way over to the window. In the east the sky is brightening, turning from grey to a faint rosy hue. For a moment the beauty of it thrills me, and I forget I am seeing my last sunrise. As I stand by the window, a mixture of thoughts sift through my mind. I re- member my childhood and how happy I was in those days. There was no revolution in France then, and I see the little vine- covered cottage where I lived with my Mother and Father in peaceful content- ment. My whole life passes before my eyes, some parts more vividly than others, but all unbelievably clear. I have heard that this happens to a person when faced with death. Now I know. The door of my cell opens, and the jailer brings me my last meal. But I have no time for that, and I push it aside untasted. I return to my window, my hungry eyes taking in everything in my power. It has been weeks since my weary eyes saw the daylight, and as the sky brightens, my eyes become dimmer and dimmer. As I stand I can see, faintly, the great city stretched before me. Everything, so early in the morning, is sublimely peaceful, but within half an hour, the mob will be thronging to the guillotine to see my blood sink into the ground, along with that of my unfortunate friends, who have gone before me. Now my mind turns to prayer. Vaguely, without realizing what I am saying, and with an unchecked fear rising in my breast, I pray to God to bring me peace such as I have never known on earth. Suddenly — I feel safe, and I know I will not be forgotten. My only wish is to go to my death with guiet dignity, my head held proudly, not as a coward begging pardon for the crimes I never committed. Outside the sun is nearly over the horizon, and I can hear, faintly at first and then rising slowly into a dull roar, the flock of blood- thirsty peasants and revolutionists pushing their way to watch the blade of the guil- lotine seek its prey once more. People are shouting ' ' Long live the Republic, " and a few are singing the " " Marseillaise. " Then, the clock strikes the first note of six, and I hear down the hall the monotonous tramp, tramp, tramp of the guard coming to escort me to the guillotine. I am not afraid, I stand in the middle of my cell, and as the guard stops outside, I speak to him in a quiet voice. One of the younger ones tells me I have the largest audience on record. The jailer thrusts the great key into the lock, turns it, and the heavy door swings open. I have now no more than five or ten minutes left, and as I lay down my pen, I can tell you truthfully, I am not afraid to walk the last mile to the guillotine. As I know, so help me God, I am innocent of all the charges against me, and why should an innocent man be afraid of death? My name is George Jacques Danton. 1759—1794. Priscilla Aylen, Form VI Matric, Nightingale. OUR SOLDIERS Tramp, tramp, tramp, along the dusty road. Tramp, tramp, tramp, bent beneath their load. Tramp, tramp, tramp, marching all the day, Tramp, tramp, tramp, sleeping in the hay. These — our soldiers, the bravest men I ' ve ever known. The bravest men of all the men who ' ve marched or sailed or flown. They are doing all they can to keep our country free. They are showing what they ' re worth, just fo r you and me. They do not mind the hardships, the wet, the heat, the cold. All that they are thinking of, is how they ' re going to mould This world to be a better one where each may speak his mind, And everyone to others is always just and kind. Elizabeth Paish, Nightingale, Form Vc. SAMARA 25 THE PASS HURTLING through space, Gregor count- ed ten, then pulled the ripcord. There was a jolt as the opening parachute steadied his downward flight. The white silk balloon- ed out above him and as he drifted down he felt detached and somehow peaceful. The plane was out of sight and hearing, and there was absolute silence. He found it hard to realize that if everything went as it had been planned, in a few hours, through him alone, there would be a slaughter of a whole regiment of the German invaders. He scanned the country below him for any sign of life, and was satisfied to see none. He knew exactly where he was, having lived in the vicinity all his life. When he landed, Gregor quickly re- moved his parachute and flying kit and stood clothed in ragged and dirty trousers and shirt. His only weapon was a small re- volver, which was necessary to have but somewhat of a risk to carry, because he would undoubtedly be shot if it were found on him. He hid the parachute and flying equipment in a ditch, covering them with branches, and then started on his walk to the occupied village. There was much merrymaking in the village that night. The conquest of Russia was thought to be practically a certainty, and the German general and his staff were feeling very happy. They had shot most of the villagers that afternoon for refusing to say " Heil Hitler, " which added to their feeling of content. There was, however, one difficulty for them. Some Russian guerillas had blown up the bridge which was the one known route to the city of X, their next des- tination. However, they had decided to make one of the villagers lead them at the point of a gun. Two soldiers were sent out to look for a likely guide. Gregor was sitting on a fence whittling a stick, when he saw them. Word had gone round of what they were looking for and Gregor knew what he must do. Walking up to them, he saluted and said " " Heil Hitler. " Surprised by this unusual friend- liness, the two soldiers questioned him briefly and took him to the general, to whom he pretended to be pro-German and said that he would be their guide. Later that night Gregor led the regiment into a narrow pass enclosed by mountains. The Germans were very merry and sang continuously. When the last man was past the entrance, Gregor drew his revolver and fired two shots. Immediately there was pandemonium. From all sides the Germans were blazed down by machine-gun fire, hand grenades, and rifle shots, until not one man was left standing. Gregor knew that he would never come out of the pass, but with no thought for himself or personal glory, he gave his life for his country. Nita Nichols, Form Va Nightingale. TOO H NOTES THE Toe H. movement has been con- tinued this year by a small but active group of members. Through the kindness of Mrs. Buck we were able to hold our meetings at her home, and on December nth we took part in the ceremony of the Chain of Light. We have kept in touch with Mrs. Edwards, one of our Toe H friends in England, and at several meetings we have enjoyed her en- couraging letters. We have also had letters from Miss Neal who was on the staff here and for some years an active member of our circle. Sister Ella of Shernfold School very kindly came to our meeting on Ash Wed- nesday and gave us an inspiring message. She also gave us a doxology which we sang in prayers each morning during Lent. It is gratifying to know that the Toe H. movement which was started in the last Great War has been carried on all these years and is still so active. We were all sorry to hear that All Hallows had been bombed, but we understand that meetings are being carried on in the Porch Room and Tower of All Hallows. Plans for next year are taking form and we hope that the spirit of the Toe H movement will continue and influence the girls through- out their school careers. S.W. 26 SAMARA BAZAAR NOTES THIS year it was suggested that instead of the usual Christmas party, the school should hold a bazaar the proceeds of which would go to the Red Cross Fund to aid the British Prisoners of War. The whole school set to work with zeal. Everybody was eager and helpful. White Elephants were rooted out and given to Jacqueline Workman, head of the White Elephant committee. She was very ably helped by Miss Spencer, Miss Sinden and the girls of IVa and Vc. Handicrafts under convenorship of Betty Caldwell assisted by Mademoiselle Juge, Miss Fischl and Miss Barton, did a rushing business. Pretty necklaces and boxes and many other gay articles were made by the handicraft classes. Baby clothes were taken out of the House Collections to add to the stock of articles for sale. Candy was in the charge of Ann Croil helped by Miss Adams. The boarders spent three delightful evenings in the kitchen making all kinds of sweets. On the after- noon of the bazaar, members of IVc, dressed in gay costumes, sold candy in the hall very successfully. Tea was efficiently arranged by Nancy Kennedy. She was aided by Miss Hamilton, Mrs. Elliott and Miss Tipple. Most of the day girls and some of the boarders con- tributed. The sale of tickets and the raffles were in the care of Norma Wilson assisted by Miss Edgar and Miss Snell. Miss Cumner and the members of forms III and II had fun preparing the fish pond which was a great attraction. The gay Christmas decorations in the hall and dining room were arranged by Mary Wurtele. Miss May and the art class are to be thanked for the great many delightful posters. We wish to express our gratitude for the gifts donated by Mrs. Cameron Edwards, Mrs. R. L. Blackburn, Mrs. E. Fauquier, Mr. H. H. Caldwell, Miss Loucks, Rosamaria de Barros, Mrs. E. Devlin, Producers Dairy, Murphy Gambles, Ottawa Dairy, Canada Bread, National Bakeries, Friths, Gamble Robinson, Freedmans, Craig and West, McCreary Grocers, Morrison- Lamothe. It was decided that the winning house play should be presented during the after- noon. This year the honours went to Fry, but the Keller play ran a very close second so was also presented. The afternoon was a great success and we made a net profit of $525.00 which was presented to the Red Cross. E.E. POEM Can ' t write poems. Why try? No use to sit And sigh. But have to think about it. Why? I must write something Oh, My! I have it! No! Yes, write it So! I didn ' t think I could Do you think it ' s Really good? Elizabeth Edwards, Form VI Upper, Nightingale. NATURE ' S CHILDREN This lovely earth, these fields so fresh and green, These lordly trees that changing years have seen. These placid lakes, these rivers running free That sweep the earth as rules the diety. To them how short are human ' s erring hours, Yet how much greater are the human powers Ruth Osier, Vb Nightingale SAMARA 27 KNIVES TO GRIND " Knives to grind, three pennies a dozen. " THE raucous voice of a London tinker echoed up and down the street. Im- mediately, doors on either side were thrown open and thrifty housewives hurried out with the family cutlery in one hand, and pennies in the other. Soon the tinker was surrounded, and the foot pedal beat time to the singing of the steel on stone. After a busy hour the tinker wiped his steaming brow and stubble chin with a gypsy-looking handkerchief, converted his sharpening out- fit into a gueer looking cart affair, and started off, wheeling it before him. Sol, that was the tinker ' s name, thought as he walked along — - " Two more sovereigns and that will make four hundred, then I ' ll retire and all the knives in Christendom may rust! " With this thought he felt the hidden belt that was safely fastened around his waist. There were the other three hundred and ninety-eight sovereigns. A broad grin grew across his face as he touched the belt. " Twenty-five years for this money ■ — but it was worth it, now I can live a life of leisure. " Two weeks later the beloved sharpening outfit of Sol ' s was sold to a second-hand dealer. In exchange Sol was given a com- plete change of clothing. Now he was a free, independent man. He could do what he pleased, when he pleased. He decided to visit the fruit-market be- cause he wanted to be near his relatives, the pedlar and the vegetable man. Sol chuckled to himself as he saw all these people at work. He was finished with that kind of thing for ever. Sol rented a small house near the Thames guayside. He lived all alone but his home was near a tavern, where he made occasional visits. One day, when Sol was in the tavern, he handed the tavern-keeper a gold sovereign in payment for his purchase. The tavern- keeper noticed it and in a very short time stories were spread. People began to lobk on Sol as a shady, mysterious character, and be cautious when he was around. If Sol went out at night, he had the feeling that he was being followed; if he stayed in the house he felt that curious eyes were peering through the drawn blinds of his httle home. Sol ' s nerves began to suffer; he became jumpy. His gold seemed to weigh heavily around his waist when he carried it, and heavily on his mind when he did not carry it. He soon moved away from this locality. For some time everything went well in his new home. He was left alone; people took no notice of him. Gradually, however, the same old stories went around. It seem- ed that some people could scent money as a rat scents cheese. One day, Sol heard a heavy knock at his door. He opened it before several stern, important-looking men. " Are you the owner of this house? " demanded the man who seemed to be the leader. " Yes, " replied Sol, " what do you want? " " Bring him along, " returned the leader, not bothering to reply to Sol ' s meek question. Sol was seized roughly and taken through the streets to a police station. There he was searched and his gold sovereigns uncovered. " Now, " said the commissioner, " Just where did you get all this gold? " Sol explained that he had saved the money from twenty-five years of hard work as a tinker. Sol ' s answer was doubted, and to make matters worse some person told the Court that Sol was engaged in a smuggling scheme, and had been seen frequently at Nickie ' s notorious tavern near the guayside. Sol was forced to hire a lawyer, or rather a lawyer forced himself on Sol. Soon the trial was over and Sol was acquitted; but the lawyer ' s fee and the court costs took nearly all of his hard-earned gold. At first Sol was very depressed about losing his gold. Gradually, though, when he had thought of all the trouble he had had, he decided that he didn ' t have to worry about the safety of himself and the gold any longer. Some time after a tinker ' s raucous voice was heard up and down the London streets. " Knives to grind, three pennies a dozen. " Soon Sol, for it was he, was surrounded by eager housewives with their family cutlery in hand, and the foot-pedal happily beat time to the singing of the steel on stone. Betty Caldwell, Form Va Nightingale. 28 SAMARA PATRIOTISM IS NOT ENOUGH WHAT is patriotism? Patriotism is the love of one ' s country, and the willing- ness to live or die for it. But that is not enough. The Germans adore their country with passionate love, but they do not con- sider other nations; they scorn them, and would willingly wipe out the whole world if it would help their country in any way. The Germans have many organizations for the physical and mental education of their children. The only ideals of these organizations are to obey the Fuehrer in every possible way. In democratic countries there are youth movements also, but these are different in almost every way from the Nazi organizations. Their ideals are not to hate, and kill, and ruin, but to love and serve other people, and other countries, and to make the world into one big, co-operative union. Selfish- ness has no place in these troubled times; none of us should think of ourselves alone, but of our fellow creatures who are in worse straits than we are. We all should try to help and aid the men, women and children, who are less fortunate than we. Most of the clubs and associations have been started solely to help us in this, to be co-operative and friendly to others, to be less selfish, and more thoughtful for other people, and to give us healthful occupations for our minds and bodies. We learn to respect other people ' s freedom of mind, body, and speech, and not to interfere with their rights in religion, politics, etc. We should learn to work together in one forceful body of brother] iness, and if no other way will serve, to fight our way to freedom and democracy. These are the objects of the Youth Move- ment, and in time, we hope that they shall produce brave and helpful men and woman, who will help to end this war, and straighten the upset world. Elizabeth Paish, Form Vc. Nightingale. " OUT OF SCHOOL " This is what ' s done out of school When we ' re not under the teacher ' s rule. Winter sports are very nice Especially skating on the ice. Skimming and gliding to and fro Until the wind begins to blow. Then off with our skates and home we trot And toast ourselves till we get hot. When in this season it starts to snow T ' is out upon our skis we go. Up to the park to try to ski, And each one says, ' Don ' t look at me! ' For we are sure we ' ll take some spills As we go gliding down the hills. Every winter we hire a sleigh And spend the afternoon of a day Crouched together on rough brown sacking Until a push from behind sends us packing Into a snow pile by the road. While the sleigh moves on with its load. Now the spring is here at last: Gone the wind with icy blast. Streams are running down the hills. The road is trickling with little rills. Out we come with snow and ice And block those streams up in a trice. When in summer there ' s a windy day We launch our sail-boat without delay We look back at our straight white wake. The only furrow in the wind-chopped lake. The spray spurting up from the bows Our clothes and seat and sails does douse. We ' re in the water all day long And at night we ' ve a camp fire song. Songs of drifting on our rafts. Or in canoes or other crafts. Of diving and swimming until we feel That we are badly in need of a meal. In autumn when the leaves are brown. And on our heads come tumbling down. We go to the stables to get the horses. Then gallop along by the golf courses As we ride we laugh and chatter And nothing seems to us to matter. That ' s what we do the whole year round When out of the classroom we leap and bound. . Elizabeth Paish, Ailsa Croil, Nightingale, Form Vc. SAMARA 29 BOARDERS ' NOTES Employment Agency of Elmwood Due to the world situation the boarders would like following jobs — Ogden Blackburn — publicity manager of the Conservative party. Norma Wilson — furrier, selling Spaniel coats— Laddie we hope. Nancy Kennedy — doesn ' t need a job but would like to introduce cowboy songs to the Metropolitan Opera Company. Anne Binks — actress speciality — cockney accent. Betty Caldwell — confidential secretary to Jimmy Stewart. Avril Crab tree — jockey in the Kentucky Derby. Felicity Hastings — cartoonist. Elizabeth Gilchrist — Power ' s model (?). Janet Caldwell — Latin teacher (?). Joyce Haney — photographic expert with the pin-hole camera. Helen Christie — guinea pig for hair- straighteners. Veryan Yarrow — ski instructress at Ste. Agathe des Monts. Elizabeth Hardy — transposer of music — ■ Bach to Boogie Woogie. Jackie Bishop — guinea pig for dieticians. Bobby Watkins — school marm. Noreen Haney — swimming instructress (?). Felicia Magor — model for Jon Whitcomb. Paula Peters — high jumper — she even fas- cinated Mrs. Buck when she jumped the back fence. Anne Goodeve — professor of rhetoric at B.C.S. Kay Ward — snake trainer — good home training with her sister ' s snake. Bridget Hastings — court jester. Anne Patteson — teacher in how to play jacks. Margot Peters — Miss May ' s model. Ann Chisnell — gym mistress. Jill Harben — candy distributer. Anne Protheroe — story teller. Jean Elliott — letter writer. Sacha Mavor — nursemaid for Bunty. Mary Patteson — bed turner downer. Camilla Crump, Judy McCulloch, and Diana Davis — noise makers for hire on New Year ' s Eve. Bunty Mavor — teacher of how to tie a school tie (?). J.B. and E.G. DUTY RIGHT now it is important that we see duty as it is defined: what we ought to do. Where is our place now? Our place is behind the fighting men of Canada. There are obligations that each of us must fulfil. True, they seem inconseguential compared to those of the men who pilot the Havocs and Stirlings, drive the tanks, man the guns and navigate the corvettes and destroyers. Nevertheless they are necessary duties. Everyone should be associated with some organized unit. There is the Red Cross which can always use nimble fingers to cut patterns and to index files. There are Service canteens all across Canada which need us to serve luncheons, wash dishes and sweep floors. Many hospitals have soldiers ' wards where flowers and magazines are appreciated. It is not hard to go at least to one of these places, to offer to serve. Besides this, it is vitally necessary now, as in the last war, to knit warm sweaters, socks, mitts and helmets for our seamen. In bombed areas there are thousands of women and children who have to have clothing: we must serve them. There is another important duty. Re- member, there shall be to-morrow. Say that over. Cling to it. Never forget what it means. We must work now for that to- morrow. It will be our duty to help the fighters when they return to build the Canada of to-morrow, and to inspire the young Canada with the vision of God ' s will done on earth. Nancy Bowman, Form Vim. Keller. 30 SAMARA BOARDERS ' CALENDAR Sept. 17 — Boarders returned after three months of summer vacation. There are 31 of us this year. Sept. 20 — Saturday. We went to the Manor House at Wakefield and spent an enjoyable day. Sept. 25 — Some of us went to the Rideau Tennis Club to see the Elmwood Tennis Team win the Inter- Scholastic Tennis Shield. Sept. 29 — A number of girls went to the Ballet Russe de Monte Carlo. Oct. 4 — Saturday out. Oct. 11 — Some of the Senior girls put on a concert to entertain the rest of the boarders. Oct. 13 — Thanksgiving Day. A whole holiday. Oct. 18 — Saturday. We went to the Chateau to swim. Oct. 23 — The 4 good (?) boarders were taken out to tea as a treat. Oct. 24-27— The Long Week End. Oct. 31 — Boarders ' Hallowe ' en Party. Nov. 1 — Saturday. All of us went to the Art Gallery to see Miss May ' s pictures. Nov. 7 — We had a musical evening with Mr. McTavish. Nov. 11 — Remembrance Day. Half Holi- day. Nov. 14 — Athletic evening with Miss Snell. Nov. 15 — Saturday out. Nov. 20 — We were taken to The Christ Church Cathedral Bazaar. Nov. 22 — Saturday. All of us were taken down town to do our Christmas shopping. Nov. 27— Most of us went to the Czecho- Slovakien concert and also heard Jan Masaryk speak. Nov. 29 — Saturday out. Dec. 5 — The good (?) girls were taken on a treat. They saw " Citizen Kane " . Dec. 8 — Two of the girls were taken to a French Lecture. Dec. 14 — We all went to Mrs. Buck ' s to sing and record Christmas Carols. Dec. 15 — Three of us went with Mrs. Buck to hear a lecture by Rosita Forbes. Dec. 16 — The House Plays. Dec. 17 — The Bazaar, which was a new event to most of us and in which we were very successful in raising money for the British Prisoners of War in Germany. Dec. 18 — Beginning of the Christmas Holi- days. Jan. 7 — The boarders returned. Jan. 17 — Saturday. We went skiing at Dome Hill. Jan. 17 — A number of us were taken to Ashbury to hear a lecture and see a film on the Air Force. Jan. 24 — Saturday out. Jan. 28 — A number of the girls went to the Ballet Theatre. Jan. 30 — Free Day. Most of us went to see 49th Parallel in the evening Jan. 31 — Saturday. We went skiing at Dome Hill. Feb. 4 — A few girls were taken to hear Rubenstein. Feb. 6 — All the boarders went on a sleigh ride in the evening. The poor seniors took quite a beating! Feb. 7 — Saturday. We went skiing at Dome Hill. Feb. 13 — Musical evening with Mr. McTa- vish. We had a quiz, which was fun. Feb. 14 — Saturday. We went skiing at Dome Hill. Feb. 14— All the Seniors went to hear the Russian Choir. Feb. 19-24— The Long Week End. Feb. 25 — The Byron House Seniors came and spent the afternoon with us. Feb. 27 — Athletic evening with Miss Snell. Feb. 28 — Saturday. Some of us went ski- ing at Dome Hill and others went to see H.M.S. Pinafore. SAMARA 31 Mar. 6 — Everybody went to see the Minto Follies and applauded Miss Edgar, who took a small part. Mar. 14 — Saturday out. Mar. 21 — Nearly everybody went swim- ming at the Chateau. Mar. 24 — The Music pupils were taken to hear Vronsky and Babin, duo pianists. Mar. 27— Senior Play " The Lady With a Lamp. " Mar. 28 — A Saturday out for some of the " Actresses. " Mar. 30 — Some of us were taken down to see the " Canadian Army Train. " April 1 — Beginning of the Easter Holidays. April 15 — The boarders returned. April 18 — We were taken to swim and have tea at the Chateau. May 2 — Saturday out. May 9 — A few seniors organized a treasure hunt in which we all took part. May 16 — We all went on a picnic to Kingsmere. May 23 — Saturday-out. May 25— Whole holiday. B. C. SAN FRANCISCO LOOKING from my window high up in the hotel, I could see the mist lifting, and giving me a wonderful panorama of the San Francisco Bay. It was like a curtain rising on a beautiful setting for a play. As I looked to the left, the famous Golden Gate Bridge soared across the keen blue sea the enormous span, the biggest in the world, that linked a busy, hurrying city, to wild uninhabited plains. I let my eyes drift over the water to the island of Alcatraz. It had rather a formidable air and I wondered vaguely what the prisoners were doing, perhaps planning an escape — I had heard that two had ventured to get to the mainland but had perished in the icy waters that the current carries from the Arctic. To the right of Alcatraz, was the new Oakland Bay Bridge which joins Goat Island to San Francisco and Berkley. On the island were the weird buildings for the Fair, looking strangely forlorn, with no people swarming the grounds. Underneath the bridge went the ferries monotonously chugging back and forth from Berkley to the city of San Francisco, then decks crowded with the tourists pushing and shoving around, anxious to get their first glimpse of the skyscrapers of the city. As I stood by my window, with the morning sun getting stronger and the sky turning a vivid blue to match the sea, it was hard to realize that a war was going on, that cities as beautiful as this one were being completely demolished, and that this city might soon become another battered land-mark of the spreading disaster all over the world. But underneath this peaceful scene, people were working to their utmost to prevent the coming of that dreaded hand that could wipe countries and nations off the face of the map. Standing there watching the approach of another lovely day I felt I couldn ' t leave such a picture as this. Whilst dreaming away, the telephone beside me began to ring, bringing me sharply back to earth and this mechanical life. It buzzed for a minute or so and then stopped. I went back to my dreaming. Veryan Yarrow, Form Va : Nightingale. 32 SAMARA CORNISH VILLAGE THERE is a minute village in Cornwall called Port Gaverne, whose inhabitants call anyone who lives outside of a radius of about one hundred miles of it, " a furriner. " It is one of the few Cornish villages complete- ly unspoiled by tourists, and is a heaven of refuge for anyone wishing to get away from the clamour of city life. The sight of a car is most unusual, in fact, the main street is just wide enough to allow one car to pass. This narrow winding little street leads up the side of a hill, and has small cottages planted irregularly on each side. These cottages all have exquisite gardens, full of flowers and very well tended, and many have chickens and vegetable gardens at the back. At the bottom of the hill is " The Shop " which sells everything from stoves and fishing rods down to the proverbial pin. There are also two more obscure little shops, one of which specializes in frying potato chips, which are sold wrapped in cones made of newspapers. The main beach of Port Gaverne is a perfect little bay, sheltered from the wind. When the tide goes out, it leaves rock pools in which are found little fish called, for some unknown reason, ' moles. " These remain hidden until enticed forth by a piece of mussel on a hook, which they eat and so are caught. Perhaps the caves are the most interesting part of any Cornish beach. They are dark and mysterious and rather creepy. So much so, that you expect something un- pleasant to jump out at any moment, or to see what looks like a stone scurrying away into a dark corner, or worse still, scurrying towards you! Here also are numerous pools which are rather annoying, the reason be- ing that the caves are so very gloomy, that the pools which are very cold and have bar- nacles and jagged rocks on the bottom, cannot be seen! Having seen the beach you walk up on the cliffs, which are deserted except for a few sheep, which seem surprised at your appearance, but soon resume their grazing. You look over the edge down to the sea, which is sometimes green, and sometimes bright blue, but always seems to be hurling itself at the rocks below in a perpetual foaming fury. The only sign of human life is a fisherman in a little rowing boat, pulling in his net full of mackerel, which shine in the sun as they jump in a futile effort to escape. The ever -watchful gulls hover ex- pectantly behind, emitting dismal squawks, as if they knew how little hope they had of a meal. Having finished your walk, you turn back down the path leading into the village and toil up the little street to the farmhouse, which is your temporary home. You pass an old man sitting outside his front door, who gives you a contemptuous glance, removes his pipe from his mouth to mutter the one word, ' ' furriner, " then replaces it and resumes his meditations. Nita Nichols, Form Va. Nightingale. PEGGY ' S COVE THE sea had disappeared from our sight as we travelled along the smooth road from Bridgewater to Halifax. About thirty miles from Halifax we turned to the right along a dreadful country road, bumpy and full of holes, quite a contrast to the smooth one we had just left. On either side of the road we saw many small homes surrounded with gardens, and several miles from the sea was a picturesque old church. At last, after making very poor time, we finally came to Peggy ' s Harbour, a snug little bay filled with fishing smacks and the odd sailboat. There were also old wharves leading down to the water. The smell of fish came to us through the open windows of the car. We noticed now, that the country around us was barren and rocky, brightened only by the warm summer sun and the deep blue of the sea. Finally, after twisting and turning, we found a place to leave the car, and after a few minutes walk we reached the lighthouse. Here we could look far out on the vast expanse of the open ocean. SAMARA 33 The tide was high, rushing up on the strange rock formation with savage fierce- ness. The seaweed was well hidden now, and only when the water rushed back could we get a glimpse of it. The clearness of the day and the strong wind made the sailing perfect and here and there we could see small boats, their sails puffed out with the wind. Several tourists stood about, taking pic- tures of the rocks and waves, or climbed about with picnic baskets. Many seemed to be Americans, who had come out to see the contrast between this strange rock formation and that of the coasts of Maine and New Jersey. We had never seen any- thing like these huge boulders with their smooth roundness, wet from the spray of the high tide. We wer e sorry to leave this wonderful scene, but as we turned back and looked on the barren rocky land behind, with no pastures or fertile soil, we realized that the people living here had to depend on the boundless sea for their existence. Sarah Wallace, Form Va. Keller. RIO DE JANEIRO RIO is the capital of Brazil. It is the prettiest and gayest town in South A- merica. It is surrounded by mountains with which I am sure you are familiar. The ' Pas de Assucar " (Sugar loaf) is the most important one. Next to it comes the " Corcovado " which has a statue of Christ on its peak. It can be admired from all the city. When you arrive in Rio the first impression you have is that no one ever stops walking or no car ever stops running. One of the other things that there is to be admired in Rio is the " Bahia da Guanabara " (The Bay of Guanabara) that has been considered the most beautiful in the world. At night you can see the lights of the ' ' Avenida Beina Mar " (Sea Shore Avenue) reflected in the Bay and this picture is so pretty that it holds you for a few minutes. Rio ' s shopping streets are " Gonzalves Dias Ouvidor " and " Avenida Rio Branco " (White River Avenue). These streets are full of noise and people from 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. every day of the week. Rio ' s residential sections are ' " Copacaba- na, " " Botofogo, " " Tpanema, " " Praia Ver- melha, " " Penha, " " Lagoa Rio das Freitas. " Capacabana is the beautiful beach where people spend the summer. Tpanema is also one of the places where they go sometimes when they are tired of the beach or the commercial centre. Our summer starts in October or No- vember and stays until April. The winter is rainy and hot. The summer is a very hot one. Brazil ' s national costume is a skirt of all kinds of patterns, a blouse off the shoulder which we call a " bata " and a turban on the head with a basket of fruit on top of it. A lot of jewelry is used around the neck, wrists and ankles. " Carnival " is a feast which all of Brazil enjoys. It starts three days before Lent. In those three days everybody sings, dances and has fun. Everyone wears a costume and funny masks. " The most important ball in these days of " Carnival " is the one of the Municipal. They offer a diamond bracelet for the prettiest and richest costume. Rio is such a pretty place. If you have not been there, you have missed one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Rosamaria de Barros, Form Vc. Fry. Pat Drake — " Cologne is on the Oder isn ' t it? Miss Fischl. — " Oh no it ' s on the Rhine. Pat — " But I ' m positive it ' s on the Oder, everybody always says ' ODER CO- LOGNE " (EAU DE COLOGNE). Cammy — " Have you seen Kipling ' s ' Jungle Book ' ? " Judy — " No, has he lost it? " 34 SAMARA " HUNTING INMATO-GROSSO " MATO-GROSSO is the second largest state in Brazil and an untame state. It is a very good hunting place but most dangerous. It is very adventurous because between the Pundjab and the Tietan pla- teau our Mato-Grosso, v hich is usually called the " Green Hell, " is the least exploited happy hunting grounds. It isn ' t very often that a hunter can tell of shooting three tigers in ten seconds and of shooting 20 pound ducks, or storks that look as big as a small airplane, and yet M. Bob Mattox -was able to. Maybe some of us think he is exaggerating a bit but to take these doubts off your mind we have the word of Mr. John B. Adams, another fan of hunting and of the ' ' Green Hell. " Tigers or " ongas " as we call them are the chief attraction, and each one of them is as ferocious as the Asiatic or Bengal tigers, the large ones measuring up to ten feet in length. In the " Green Hell " you can catch any- thing from tigers to wild parrots. There is one animal which is the most dangerous of all and that is the " piranha " fish, which attacks with deadly effect any man or beast who ventures into their waters. Only few parts of the Brazilian coast are contaminated with yellow fever, malaria and other such diseases; while the usual jungle pests, mosguitos, ticks and other such insects are not harmful. The hunting season is from July to early August. Hunting is done in the summer but very little for the heat and the mos- quitos are intense. Women also goto our " Green Hell " to hunt, but very few, for it is very dangerous. But if you want to come, you can, for you are welcome, but be sure to bring a rifle with you. Rosamaria de Barros. Fry, Form Vc. THE DAY GIRL ' S NIGHTMARE The alarm clock rang at seven o ' clock Tunic, tie, shoes, and away; And I lay on my bed, an immovable rock Tunic, tie, and away. The breakfast was ready, the coffee was done, I sprang out of bed like the shot of a gun, Ate nothing at all and was off at a run. With a ho hi, tunic and tie. Buckle my shoes and away. The street car left me at half past eight Tunic, tie, shoes and away And I saunt ered up to the school yard gate. Tunic, tie, and away. The courtyard was empty and as I looked round The bell rang out loudly, an unwelcome sound With all possible speed I covered the ground. With a ho hi, tunic and tie, Buckle my shoes and away. I made for the hall, though I knew I was late Tunic, tie, shoes and away, And what should occur, oh horrible fate! Tunic, tie, and away I tripped over my toe and fell through the door And found myself lying full flat on the floor Wishing that I might be seen never more With a ho hi, tunic and tie, Buckle my shoes and away. Ruth Osier Nightingale Form Vb. Anne Binks — " I ' ll now give a book review on the biography of George VI. " Priscilla Aylen — " What ' s the plot? " General Knowledge Question — " What is - a plebiscite? " Answer — " A poor man. " SIXTH FORM Reading from left to right— Back Row: P. AYLEN, A. CROIL, N. PATERSON, N. WILSON, J. WORKMAN, H. CHRISTIE, O. BLACKBURN, N. BOWMAN, A. CRABTREE M. WURTELE. Front Row: J. HANEY, A. POWELL, E. HARDY, A. BINKS, J. CREIGHTON, M. OSLER, E. EDWARDS, N. KENNEDY. SCHOOL TENNIS TEAM M. WURTELE, N. HANEY, D. DAVIS, A. POWELL, I. GILMOUR. JUNIOR SCHOOL SAMARA 35 THE FIRST EASTER BUNNY ONCE upon a time in a nice cosy burrow- there lived a little rabbit. He was a white rabbit with a little pink tongue and nose. He had two other brothers who were black and brown. When he was born his ears had been a little too long for his age but no one took any notice of it. But as he grew older they grew extremely long and got in every one ' s way. When they tripped over them they were usually very cross and this made him very unhappy. One day his mother told them that it was time to go out and seek their fortunes. One of his brothers went off to a nice cosy burrow he had found. His other brother got married and went to live in his wife ' s house. But this poor little rabbit didn ' t know of any empty burrow and no one would marry him. No one would marry him because he had long ears. Well, one day he was sitting out in a field, crying because he didn ' t know what to do when suddenly a pretty fairy floated by. ' ' What are you crying for? " she said. " Because I can ' t go home to my Mama for I have to earn my living and no one will have me because of my long ears. " The fairy said, " ' Come with me and I will give you a job. " Then she took hold of him and suddenly he felt light and flew up in the air. Soon they came to a little pink cloud up in the sky. " This is my house, " said the fairy. She opened the door and went in. The little rabbit followed her. The room inside had pink fluffy walls and there were nice bouncy chairs and when he sat down on one, he bounced very high in the air much to his astonishment. The fairy only laughed and went out of the room. Soon she returned with a lot of empty jam jars. She beckoned to him and they went out into the sky. He followed her until they came to a rainbow. The fairy gave him some of the jam jars and told him to fill them with nice colours. He seated himself on a convenient cloud at the end of the rainbow and he found that the colours ran into the pots. When their pots were filled they went back to the fairy ' s house and went into the kitchen. There were lots and lots of eggs there and they spent the rest of the day painting them, stopping only to eat their meals which appeared by magic. Then in the night he went around and hid the eggs in the gardens. He thought, " How pleased the children will be when they find them. " After that he flew back to the fairy ' s house and she put him into a nice comfortable bed. Then as she said good- night to him she asked, " Would you like to come and stay with me and be my Easter Rabbit? " I expect you can guess what he answered. Anne Protheroe, Form IVb, Age 11. THE SAILOR One day when sailing on the sea, I saw a sailor as bold could be, He nodded his head and waved his cap. And said " good morning " and that was that. M. Patteson, Age 11, Form IVb. 36 SAMARA AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A MOSQUITO ONE day Alexander, my husband, asked me to tell him the story of my life, so here it is. What I first remember is my dear mother. I thought she was very sweet, although she never spoke to me for I had about three hundred and fifty brothers and sisters. Our family was not a very large one. Uncle Herbert had over four hundred children. Well, I must get on with my story. When I was about a week old my mother left the nest in the grass and never came back, perhaps she died a tragic death. One day shortly after this, my brothers and sisters began to fly away, and soon I followed. It was a sunny day. I flew about happily for some time until I began to feel hungry, so I looked around for some juicy piece of flesh! Ah! What was that? Something pink loomed up in front of me. I circled round it looking for a landing place. I dived down and alighted. After walking about for a bit, I stuck my stinger in. Ah! lovely blood! Just then I saw above me a hand coming swiftly toward me. I heard a voice yell, " Hey! Get off! " I leapt, but not quite soon enough. My leg got slightly crushed. I fell to the ground. It was then I met Alexander, for I had f allen by his house. His mother was very kind to me, and treated me kindly until my leg was better. Then one night Alexand- er asked me to marry him. I willingly consented. So this is my story. Margot Peters, Age 12, Fry, Form IVa. SAINT GEORGE, PATRON SAINT OF ENGLAND ST. George was born of noble. Christian parents, in Cappadoetia, during the third century A.D. . He received careful religious training, when a boy and when he grew up he became a soldier under the Emperor Diocletian and later rose to high military rank. Thus engaged, he is sup- posed to have been sent to Britain on a military expedition. When Diocletian began to be hostile to the Christians, George went and professed his Christian faith and resigned his commission in the army. Immediately he was arrested and tortured to death in Nicomedia on April 23rd, 303 A.D. on the eve of Christianity ' s triumph over paganism. The well known story of ' ' St. George Slaying the Dragon " originated from a legend already existing of Perseus slaying the sea monster who attacked Andromache at a place called Joppa. These legends are pro- bably compared because near to where Andromache was saved there was a shrine built to St. George. Thus the idea of George slaying the dragon originated. The dragon, obviously, is the symbol of evil and St. George the symbol of goodness. Centuries later, the Crusaders took St. George as their Patron Saint because he had been a soldier himself, and after they suc- cessfully captured Antioch, they built a cathedral at Lydda in grateful memory of him in place of the Church which had been destroyed by the Saracens. In 1222 the Council at Oxford passed that the feast of St. George should be kept as a national festival in England. But not until the reign of Edward III was St. George made Patron Saint of England. Elizabeth Rowlatt, Age 13, Form IVa, Fry. THE MONKEY There once was a monkey, escaped from a cage. And straight to the nursery sped. He ate some bananas, an apple, a nut And then looked around for a bed. He jumped in the dolls ' cot. It fitted him well. He fell fast asleep on the spot. But oh what a shock for Belinda and Jane, When they found him asleep in the cot. Moira Nolan, Age 7, Form II. SAMARA 37 THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A STAMP THE first thing I remember was having some kind of bright reddish colour being poured over me and a picture of King George VI with emblems of the British Isles on each corner being stained into my fibres. I heard someone say I was worth one penny and that was all! I resolved to make myself more useful than they seemed to think. Next I had some sticky glue pasted on the back of me. When I was all dry I was sent behind bars, as if I were in prison or some- thing. I was then put in a book with blue, green and brown cousins. One day a little boy came into the post office and asked for a penny stamp to post a Christmas card which he was sending to his grandmother. The salesgirl gave me to him. He licked my back and I was put onto his envelope and thrown into a large sack. There I went to sleep. I woke up being sorted out and put in pile number two which supposedly went to London. Soon I was there, but I was going to be sent to a special part, ' ' S.W.7, " so they said. I again went to sleep and this time woke up in the hands of the postman. He was a kindly old man with a big smile and rosy cheeks. He then delivered me to the grand- mother of the little boy. She muttered kind words about him and then tore me off the envelope and put me into a small box with some foreign friends. I lay there about a month wondering what was going to become of me. When at last the little boy came to tea with her. She told him that she had collected some stamps to go in the lovely book that he had been given for his birthday the week before. She laid us all out on a table and then my turn came. I was put in the book under- neath " England. " I was very proud to be put here and I will stay until the kind little boy grows up and gives this book to his baby son. Anne Chisnell, Keller, Form IVa, Age 12. THE LITTLE RAINDROP THE little raindrop was once part of a big blue ocean, with thousands of other drops. The fish swam around him and in and out the seaweed. Probably he saw some fish which human beings had never seen. Sometimes he was part of a great wave in a storm and sometimes he was churned up by great steamers passing by. Altogether he led rather an adventurous life. One day he found himself being lifted out of the water. He felt rather gueer and found that he was evaporating and that he and his friends were forming a cloud. Just then a wind sprang up and the cloud drifted lazily along. The little raindrop was very in- terested in the scenes around him. All went well for the next few days, then one day the little raindrop sighted his old ocean. Then suddenly the skies darkened, thunder rumbled, lightening flashed and he felt himself turning rapidly into water again, then down, down, he fell, right " plop " into the ocean. Anne Protheroe, Form IVb, Age 11. THE JUNIOR NOTES Art : The lower forms of the Junior School have been painting murals of a Swiss village. They also completed a mural of sea life, which was used as the scenery for the fish pond at the bazaar. The higher forms have been busy making papier mache masks and individual pictures. Sewing: Working at cotton nighties, print frocks and coloured sguares for afghans for the children in bombed areas of London has kept us busy. Sports: The juniors have had volley- ball introduced to them this term and have found it great fun. We challenged the intermediates to a dodgeball game and defeated them. " Shipwreck " has been the most popular game of the winter term but now basketball, tennis and rounders with other outdoor sports have taken its place. Dancing: Under the instruction of Miss Snell most of the Juniors have been learning, 38 SAMARA folk dances, and evening dance, a Teddy- bear waltz and some original dances. Dramatic : This year under the direction, of Miss Graham we have enjoyed our dramatic classes. We are going to have a play competition between the forms. IVa are preparing " Six Who Pass While the Lentils Boil " while IVb and IVc are preparing a " " Robin Hood " play for it. For the recital which is coming in May IVb and IVc are having a play called " " The Nightingale " and Third and Second Form are rehearsing " " The Prince and the Swine- herd. " A.M. andJ.R. THE JOURNEY OF A LITTLE SNOWFLAKE THERE was once a little snowflake who wanted to see the world, so one day when no one was looking she flew down. It was a very sunny day and she could see everyone and everything. She saw the pretty houses and the trees. Then she saw the factories where all the men and women were working. Then she felt herself going down and she couldn ' t stop; so down she went to the ground and found herself with a lot of her friends so she was happy. Joanie Mcintosh, Form II, Age 9. THE TWINKLE STAR WHO WENT TO EARTH ONCE there was a little star called Twinkle, he had been made the messenger of the moon, and was the moon ' s favourite, but he was very vain, he kept looking in the mirror, and oiling his hair, so he would shine more. The moon got cross, and pushed him out of the sky. He went gliding down to earth, he made friends with all the people on earth, he was not vain any more, and was very helpful too. The moon man was very cross and he died, that is why the moon is so dull. Heather Cumyn, Form III, Age 9. IVa CLASSROOM— 3:30 J. Viets: — I can ' t get this desk tidy, (she starts throwing books around in her desk) . M. Bronson: — Hurry up Jane, remember the mark we got yesterday for not being — (she is interrupted by a wail). A. Chisnell:— Oh where, OH WHERE has the homework book gone? M. Peters: — Here! It was in my desk. A. Chisnell: — As usual. B. Soper: — Hey Murray, (To Ann) been down to the stables lately? A. Murray: — Yes, I went riding yester- day. Are you going to-day? B. Soper: — Maybe. M. Blackburn: — What did we have for Literature? E. Rowlatt :— (Vaguely) We had to read the next chapter. Or was it to answer a question? I don ' t know. M. MacLaren: — We had to look up about that man. M. Blackburn: — (None the wiser) Oh! (a burst of laughter) . N. de Marbois: — Oh goodness! How fun- ny, what did you — Miss Spencer: — Hurry up girls! It is twenty to four. (There is a scurry and a rush, in a few minutes the classroom is silent and empty). Margot Peters, Form IVa, Age 12, Fry. WAR TIME If money grew on trees, I ' d get so many things; Satin evening dresses. And gold and silver rings. Dogs, and cats, and horses. Beautiful rugs, and lamps; But now that it is war time I ' d buy war savings stamps. M. MacLaren, Form IVa. Nightingale, Age 13. SAMARA 39 A TYPICAL ELMWOOD DAY The girls come clumping down the stairs All in line to go to prayers; After, when the lessons begin To talk together is great sin. The first lesson may be drill. Some can do it with great skill. The second may be Literature And then third will come Nature. After that the break bell will ring. — Out of their classrooms themselves they fling. Next comes English around again, — Oh dear, oh dear, come sighs from them. After lunch to the school room quite quickly we go For it ' s Art and Study; very nice you know. That ' s how the afternoon passes away, To bring to an end an Elmwoodian day. Judy McCulloch, Age 9, Form IVc. Camilla Crump, Age 10, Form IVc. A THUNDERSTORM Still is the air. And hot the day, A thunderstorm Is on its way. Now from the sky There comes a flash, Followed by thunder . Crash! Another flash A roll of thunder. You ' d think the earth ' s Being torn asunder. From out of the sky. There comes a drop; It must be rain, I wish it would stop. But stop it won ' t. Oh dear. Oh dear, The thunderstorm Is really here. Now it has stopped And rolled away. Still is the air And cool the day. Mar got Peters. Form IVa, Fry, Age 12. ENGLAND I must go back to England, when the war is over and won. And I ' ve done the job I was asked to do, so I will go back to London. But it won ' t be the same when I reach home, for my doggie won ' t be there And the garden is all upturned, but it meant we all did our share. I must go back to London, to the place ' t was once my home. But our little house doesn ' t stand any more, so ' round the streets I ' ll roam. I will pay a visit to the Tower, to London Bridge, Big Ben, And at last I will go to the Cenotaph and remember our great men. I must go back to England, back to the village greens. Back to the valleys and dales, back to the silver lake scenes. I must go back to England, back to the sun and rain, And once I reach England, I will never leave her again. Anne Chisnell Age 12, Keller, Form IVa. A PICNIC The ride was long, and the air was musty. And we were tired, and hot, and dusty. But at last to a perfect place we came To a cool shady spot by a little lane. And now to open our basket of lunch. Everybody crowded round in a bunch; We opened it: a tisket a tasket! We found we had brought the laundry basket! Margaret MacLaren, Age 13, Form IVa, Nightingale. LIMERICK There once was a bad man named Hitler, Who picked always on someone much littler, One day feeling grand He picked on England. . . . And boy, was that ever a mistake! Nancy Kennedy, Age 17, - Keller, Form VI, Matric. 40 SAMARA " NOEL " LES PERSONNAGES UNE BONNE MERE. DEUX PETITES F I LIES. UN GARCON. DEUX HOMMES. SCENE I Dans une petite maison. Les person- nages sont tres pauvres. La mere parle aux enfants. Mhe — Nous n ' avons pas de pain ce soir. Nous aurons fain cette nuit. Paul — Maman, j ' ai quelque sous dans ma poche, je peux aller acheter un peu de pain. Janet — Ah! Paul voulez-vous en acheter? Mhre — Oui allez Paul, s ' il vous plait. (il part et il revient dans quelques minutes) . Mere — Merci beaucoup Paul. Marie — Demain ce sera Noel maman n ' est- ce pas? Janet — Oui, mais je ne pense pas ici car nous sommes tres pauvres. SCENE II Dans une grande salle. Un homme est assis sur une chaise. II parle. Jacques — II y a une pauvre famille et leur pere a ete tue. Pensez-vous que nous pouvons faire quelque chose pour eux? Les Autres — Oui. Pierre — Je pense que nous pouvons leur donner de 1 ' argent et pour les enfants nous pouvons rem.plir leurs bas de bonnes choses. Les Autres — OUI, mais oui. SCENE III (Dans une rue. Trois hommes portent de grands sacs). Pierre — Voici la maison. Chut! chut! Jacques — Regardez, vite! (lis mettent les sacs pres de la porte). SCENE IV (Dans le matin). Mere — Mes enfants vite, vite! (Les enfants viens). Les enfants — Nous sommes riches! Martha Bate, Form IVc. THE ROBIN One morning in spring, As I got up, I heard a robin ' s " Chirrup! " " Chirrup! " I ran to the window, And there on the sill — Was a little brown robin. With a bright yellow bill. I crept down the stairs And asked for some bread, And when I got back, He sat cocking his head. I was so excited, I knocked down a glass — He whirled about And hid in the grass. I was so sad I broke down and cried, While as for the robin. He fell down and died. And so my dear friends. Come close to my knee And hear this sad story Of the robin and me. Sally McCarter, Form III, Age 9. A WATER FALL Dashing and splashing over the rocks, Tinkling, and twinkling, sending up spray. Dancing and prancing hither and yon. Splashing down in tempestuous play. Foaming and roaming round in a whirl. Gliding and sliding silvery grey; Twirling and whirling down the great slide, A waterfall on a bright summer ' s day. Margaret MacLaren, Age 13, Form 4A, Nightingale. SAMARA 41 A RIVER Trickle Trickle, Running quickly Shining brightly As it runs — Tinkling softly Making music Soft and low. Laughing lightly Dancing gaily Making merry Sweet and low. Spreading farther Onward flowing Sweet and Low. Rapids rumble Waters tumble To and fro Leap with swiftness Boulder shiftless Dashing onward See it go. Natalie de Marbois, Age 12, Fry, Form IVa. A PRAYER FOR OUR FIGHTING FORCES Oh God, to whom we look in hours of need. Look down on me to-day As here I kneel beside my bed In prayer for those far away. Oh God, please watch and guard them from all harm Be with them through the night So when dawn breaks once more across the skies They will be victors in their dreadful fight. To those in planes that fly through blackest hell. Please be to them their guide. On land may they bring quick defeat to those Who now have wandered from Your side. May victory be granted to democracies. May we again live happily in peace. Oh God, please answer this our prayer That hatred, war and prejudice may cease. Betty Hibbard, Fry, Form Vb. OUR UNIFIED YOUTH MOVEMENT Come all ye fellow children And join our movement strong. We ' re fighting for democracy To undo all the wrong That has been done since olden times By old and young alike. We ' re joining, all we children, Gretel, Andre, Mike, In one great, large youth movement To give our young ideas That loyalty to country Is more than shouts and cheers. It ' s work for freedom of thought and worship And service of each for all. It ' s a joining of hands together To hold democracy ' s wall. Pat Archdale Nightingale Form Vb. THE NEVER-NEVER LAND The sun was rising in the West; A bird ' s meow disturbed my rest; My breakfast tray was waiting there. Cold tea, cold toast— a meagre share. I leapt, enraged, to squash a fly That buzzed and spun before my eye. And backing from beneath the bed I raised a graprefruit on my head! — Could I have risen from the wrong side of the bed? Janet Caldwell Joan Gillies Fry Nightingale Form Vb The years at an end The parting is near, But, dear friend. We ' ll meet again here. Though miles be between And years change us all Samara will keep memories green And frienship recall. Nancy Paterson is asking everyone, " Who wrote Gray ' s Elegy? " Can you tell her? 42 SAMARA MATRICULATION RESULTS Abbreviations: 1st — 1st class honours; 2nd - — 2nd class honours; 3rd — 3rd class honours; C — Credit. UPPER SCHOOL RESULTS Ann Davies — Botany 1st; Zoology 3rd. Margaret Gerard — Modern History 1st; Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 3rd; French Authors C; French Composition 1st; German Authors 3rd; German Composition C. Marguerite Kenney — English Composition 3rd; English Literature 3rd; Modern History 1st; Geometry C; Botany C; Zoology C; French Authors 3rd; French Composition 3rd. Susan Kenny — Algebra 3rd; Geometry 2nd; Trigonometry 2nd; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 2nd. Elizabeth Massey — English Composition C. Gillian Norton — English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 1st; French Authors 1st. French Composition 1st; German Au- thors 1st; German Composition 2nd. Barbara Watson — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History 1st; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 1st; French Authors 2nd; French Comp- osition 1st. ' Norma Wilson — English Composition 3rd; French Authors 3rd; French Comp- osition 1st. MIDDLE SCHOOL RESULTS Priscilla Aylen — Ancient History C; Anne Binks — Ancient History 1st; Physics 1st. Ogden Blackburn — Canadian History 3rd; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 1st; German Authors 2nd; German Composition 2nd. Nancy Bowman — Canadian History C; Ger- man Authors C; German Composition C. Helen Christie — Canadian History C; Physics 3rd. Avril Crabtree — English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Ancient History C; Algebra 3rd; Physics 2nd; French Authors 2nd; French Composition 2nd. Joan Creighton — Ancient History 2nd. Ann Croil — Ancient History C; Physics 2nd. Winnifred Cross — Canadian History 2nd; Algebra 3rd; Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 2nd; German Authors 1st; German Composition 1st. Ann Davies — English Composition 1st; En- glish Literature 1st; Algebra 1st; Che- mistry 1st; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C. Elizabeth Edwards — Canadian History C; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C; French Composition 2nd; German Au- thors 3rd; German Composition 3rd. Dorothy Davis — English Literature 3rd; Can- adian History C; Geometry C; Chemistry 2nd; French Authors C; French Comp- osition C. Elizabeth Hardy — Ancient History C; Physics C. Dorothy Kennedy — Ancient History 3rd; Al- gebra C; Physics 3rd; Chemistry 2nd; German Authors 3rd; German Com- position 3rd. Betty Massey — Canadian History C; Al- gebra 3rd; Chemistry 3rd; French Authors C; French Composition C. Mary Osier — Ancient History 2nd; Physics 3rd. Damaris Owen — Canadian History C; Al- gebra C; Geometry 3rd; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C; German Authors 2nd; German Composition 2nd. Joan Thomson — Canadian History C; Al- gebra C; German Authors 3rd; German Composition 3rd. Norma Wilson — Canadian History 2nd; Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 2nd; German Authors 1st; German Compos- ition 1st. Jacgueline Workman — Ancient History 2nd. Mary Wurtele — Ancient History 2nd; Physics 1st. 7 i (? hi -44 SAMARA SCHOOL DIRECTORY Mrs Clement H Buck Elmwood, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. Residence: Elmwood House, Rockcliffe, Ottawa. 1 STAFF DIRECTORY Miss A. Elizabeth Adams — 68 Fairmont Avenue, Ottawa. Miss Diana Cumner — 150 Argyle Street, Ottawa. 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, Mrs. J. E. Kennedy— 342 Metcalfe Street, Ottawa. 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 M. Sinclair — 33 Parkway Drive, Welland, Ontario. Miss Margaret Sinden — 171 Neville Park Boulevard, Toronto. Miss Betty Snell — 650 Rideau Crescent, Ottawa. Miss Edith Spencer — Edgerton, Alberta. Mrs. J. G. Stephen— 221 Gladstone, Ottawa. Miss Margery Woodward — 173 Cooper Street, Ottawa. PUPILS DIRECTORY Allen, Elizabeth Frances (Betsy) — 136 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Archdale, Patricia June Helen — Ashbury House, Rockcliffe. Aylen, Priscilla — 91 Cartier Street, Ottawa. Bate, Martha — 32 Range Road, Ottawa. De Barros, Rosamaria Lins — 400 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Binks, Elizabeth Anne Webster — 28 Range Road, Ottawa. Bishop, Marise (Jackie) — 5 Blackburn Avenue, Ottawa. Blackburn, Ogden — Blackburn House, Ottawa. Blackburn, Mary — Blackburn House, Ottawa. Bowman, Nancy Elizabeth Haddon — 446 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe. Bronson, Margaret — Waterstone, Rockcliffe. Caldwell, Katherine Elizabeth (Betty) — 615 King Street, Prescott. Caldwell, Janet Sheila Ross — Loch End Ranch, Carleton Place. Cankar, Veronika — Chateau Laurier, Ottawa. Chisholm, Catherine Anne — 137 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Chisnell, Anne Elizabeth — 110 Lisgar Street, Ottawa. Christensen, Angela Marian — 125 Wurtemburg Street, Ottawa. Christie, Frances Helen — 128 Howick Street, Ottawa. Christie, Nadine — 128 Howick Street, Ottawa. Crabtree, Avril Monica— 28 Range Road, Ottawa. Creighton, Catherine Joan — 325 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Croil, Ann Arnold — 81 Buena Vista, Ottawa. Croil, Ailsa Arnold — 81 Buena Vista, Ottawa. SAMARA 45 Crump, Camilla — Elm wood, Rockcliffe. Cumyn, Anne Heather — 100 Lisgar Road, 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. Edwards, Elizabeth Gordon — 55 McKay Street, Rockcliffe. Edwards, Janet Cameron — 55 McKay Street, Rockcliffe. Edwards, Ann — 55 McKay Street, Rockcliffe. Fordham, Nancy Patricia — 232 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. 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. Goodeve, Elizabeth Anne — 55 Inglis Street, Halifax. Harben, Jill — 10 Holder Place, Forest Hills, Long Island, N.Y. Hardy, Elizabeth — Elmwood, Rockcliffe. Haney, Joyce — 385 North Maple Avenue, Greenwich, Conn. Haney, Noreen — 385 North Maple Avenue, Greenwich, Conn. Hardy, Margaret Ellen — 218 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Hastings, Sheila Felicity — 3434 Ashley Terrace, Washington, D.C. Hastings, Bridget Ann — 3434 Ashley Terrace, Washington, D.C. Hibbard, Elizabeth Elsie (Betty) — 1 MacKinnon Road, Rockcliffe. Huestis, Marion Margaret (Peggy) — 474 Broadview Avenue, Westboro, Ottawa. Huggard, Lois — 128 Russel Street, Overbrook, Ontario. Hunloke, Philippa — Blackburn House, Ottawa. Johnstone, Caroline Mary (Janey) — 2 Belvedere Crescent, Ottawa. Kennedy, Nancy Elizabeth — Bissett, Manitoba. Lambert, Lois — 240 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Magor, Felicia Mary — 3561 Peel Street, Montreal. de Marbois, Natalie Theresa — 31 Butternut Terrace, Ottawa. Mavor, Catherine Christina — 499 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Mavor, Sarah Jane Orford (Sacha) — 499 Wilbrod Street, Ottawa. Mayburry, Phyllis Mildred— Aylmer Road, Hull, P.Q. Maynard, Mary Ann — 382 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Mess, Suzanne Kathleen — 41 Cooper Street, Ottawa. Murray, Margaret Ann Gladstone — 408 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe. Maclaren, Margaret Hodgson — 270 Buchan Road, Rockcliffe. Maclaren, Ann Carol — 270 Buchan Road, Rockcliffe. McCarter, Sarah Jane Thackray (Sally) — 344 Manor Road, Rockcliffe. McCuUoch, Judith — 46 Riverside Drive, New York. Mcintosh, Joan — 14 Range Road, Ottawa. Mcintosh, Molly — 14 Range Road, Ottawa. McLaren, Philippa — 284 Chapel Street, Ottawa. Nesbitt, Judith Ethel Merritt— 44 Rockcliffe Way, Rockcliffe. Nichols, Nita — Park Road, Rockcliffe. Nolan, Moira Douglas — 8 Blackburn Apts., 223 Somerset Street, Ottawa. Nolan, Shelagh Margery — 8 Blackburn Apts., 223 Somerset Street, Ottawa. Osier, Mary Kate— 303 Stewart Street, Ottawa. Osier, Kathleen Ruth — 303 Stewart Street, Ottawa. 46 SAMARA Paish, Elizabeth — 178 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Paterson, Elizabeth MacBride Kerr — 275 McLaren Street, Ottawa. Paterson, Joan Isabella — 500 Wilbrod, Ottawa. Paterson, Nancy Louise — 500 Wilbrod, Ottawa. Patteson, Anne — 202 Elgin Street, Ottawa. Patteson, Mary — 202 Elgin Street, Ottawa. Peters, Margot Carol — Lindenelm, Rockcliffe. Peters, Paula Jane — Lindenelm, Rockcliffe. Powell, Anne Murray— 290 Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Protheroe, Anne Guinevere — Ross Dhu, Carleton Place, Ontario. Rowlatt, Elizabeth — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Rowlatt, Joanna — Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Sherwood, Penelope Ruth — 290 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Soper, Barbara Joan — Marchmont, Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe. Vaughan, Lucinda Marguerite — The Roxborough, Apts. Ottawa. Viets, Elizabeth Jane — 641 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Ward, Kathleen Merritt Anne — 6 Sibley Place, Rochester, New York. Wallace, Sarah Elizabeth Gwendoline — 153 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe. Watkins, Pauline Olivia — 9 Thornwood Road, Rosedale, Toronto. Wedderspoon, Moira Avril Mitchell— 481 Slater Street, Ottawa. Wills, Luella Harriet — 216 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa. Wilson, Norma — The Manor House, Rockcliffe. Workman, Jacqueline — 34 Alexander Road, Ottawa. Wurtele, Mary Tryphena Wilma — 116 Howick Street, Rockcliffe. Yarrow, Daphne Veryan — 925 Foul Bay Road, Victoria, B.C. Zimmerman, Nancy Ethelwyn — 12 Belvedere Crescent, Ottawa. NURSERY SCHOOL DIRECTORY. 1941-42 Princess Beatrix — 120 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe. Barbara Charleson — 15 Belvedere Crescent, Rockcliffe. Barbara Croil — 81 Buena Vista, Rockcliffe. Carole Lee Cunningham — 243 Springfield, Ottawa. Gilbert Fauquier — 92 Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe. Andrew Hardy — 359 Buena Vista, Rockcliffe. Patricia Heeney — 383 Ashbury Place, Rockcliffe. Jennifer Hooper — 194 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe. Joseph Irvin — 431 Roxborough Road, Rockcliffe. Judith Marshall — The Manor House, Rockcliffe. Robert Matthews— Rockcliffe. Joan Maynard — 382 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe. Beatrix Munoz — 5 Rideau Gate, Rockcliffe. Jane Murphy— 560 Hillsdale Road, Rockcliffe. Peter Murphy— 560 Hillsdale Road, Rockcliffe. Margaret Parsons— 241 Hill Crest, Rockcliffe. Robert Rodger — 531 Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe. Renee Roell — 120 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe. Colin Seavill — 14 Tudor Place, Rockcliffe. Peter Snell— 650 Rideau St., Ottawa. Robin Spry — 83 John Street, Ottawa. SAMARA 47 48 SAMARA Your food dollar goes farther with GERM PROOF ICE IN AN Air-Conditioned Ice Refrigerator Ottawa Artificial Ice Co Ltd- 387 Nicholas St. Phone 3-9317 EXPERT WATCH REPAIRS Your watch scientifi- cally repaired and tested for accuracy by our electric ear — • Estimates free. JEWELLERS MOLOT ' S DRUG STORES Prescription Specialists 2 Sfoies: 3-1151 2-0252 460 RIDEAU ST. 586 BANK ST. PROMPT DELIVERY ALWAYS Compliments of Norman F. Wilson SAMARA 49 FASHIONS for the GREAT OUTDOORS ... for SPORTS ... for UTILITY " In the Spirit of the Times " . . the Devlin Summer Sports Shop features togs smart as can be . . for Biking . . Hiking . , Gardening . . and|Country Life . . as well as for Tennis . . Badminton . . and Golfing. ATTRACTIVELY PRICED COMPLIMENTS OF The OTTAWA ELECTRIC RAILWAY COMPANY 50 SAMARA JAMES DAVIDSON ' S SONS EVERYTHING IN LUMBER 8-0214 OTTAWA Ontario THORBURN ABBOTT LIMITED BOOKSELLERS and STATIONERS Waterman and Sheaffer s Fountain Pens 115 SPARKS STREET, OTTAWA Phone 2-6269 Compliments of Leech ' s Rexall Drug Store 131 CRICHTON STREET - - - TELEPHONE 3-1122 By Appointment to their Excellencies THE LATE GOVERNOR-GENERAL AND THE LADY TWEEDSMUIR SAMARA 51 T WENT FOR A WALK THEM TALK. SAID ONE. WO SMART SU8-DE6S AND AS THET PASSED I HEARD " SIMPSON ' S CLOTHES ARE EASILY BEST -FOR SCHOOL. FOR SPORTS AND ALL THE REST. " THEN SPOKE UP SU6-DE8 NUMBER TWO. " SIMPSON ' S IS FIRST WITH ALL THAT ' S NEW ' THEY ' VE WOOL SWING RECORDS BOOKS GALORE THEY ' VE THINGS I WANT ON EVERY FLOOR. " BOTH AGREED AND AS THEY WENT DOWN THE STREET. " SHOPPING AT SIMPSON ' S IS REALLY A TREAT. " 52 SAMARA ELGIN THEATRE " The Showplace of Ottawa " Showing the Pick of the Pictures Deluxe Smoking Loges air-conditioned at all times ELGIN AT LISGAR STS. 2-0101 Compliments of The Canada Bread Co., Ltd. Phone: d, ' 06Q0 458 Catherine Street Ottawa Shoes . . for the smart modern For Sport - Play - Street and Dancing SAXE ' S LIMITED Creators and Designers of Women ' s Exquisite Shoes 16 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA LAROCQUE Corner of Rideau, Dalhousie and George Streets. Shop and Save for the family and the house SAMARA 53 RED LINE TAXIS Our policy of paying the highest wages in Ottawa attracts the most courteous and dependable drivers. 3-561 1 THE CITIZEN PUBLISHED DAILY AT OTTAWA, IN THE CITIZEN BUILDING, SPARKS STREET BY The SOUTHAM COMPANY LIMITED THE CITIZEN AIMS TO BE AN INDEPENDENT, CLEAN NEWSPAPER FOR THE HOME, DEVOTED TO THE PUBLIC SERVICE T A X I 54 SAMARA The GRAY HARVEY COMPANY LIMITED Everything in Hardware 71 WILLIAM STREET , TELEPHONE 3-9351 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 3-7751 EXPERT DYERS DRY CLEANERS CARPET CLEANERS J. FREEDMAN SON Limited Wholesale Grocers and Produce Merchants ESTABLISHED 1891 43 GEORGE STREET OTTAWA, ONTARIO SAMARA 55 With the Compliments of an Interested Organization 56 SAMARA FRITH ' S FLOWERS 200 BEECHWOOD AVENUE PHONE 4-1008 Member of the Florists ' Telegraph Delivery- Association Incorporated A. DIONNE SON Co. Fine Groceries and Meats WHOLESALE AND RETAIL 1221 St. Catherine Street West Montreal ' ' No One Outgrows the Need for Milk The PRODUCERS DAIRY LIMITED 2-4281 SAMARA 57 The CAPITOL A Famous Players Theatre Relax and Enjoy Yourself in the Comfort of Canada ' s Most Beautiful Theatre ALWAYS A GOOD SHOW harlpj Ogilvy Limited . . ..the place to find your Wear-forever Tweeds Showerproof Reversibles Tooke Tailored Shirts Teribus Shetland Wool Sweaters, from Hawick, Scotland Young Colony Shoes and the gay accessories that add spice to all other things nice. ART SUPPLIES FOR THE ARTIST and STUDENT Oil and Water Colors, both for the Artist and Student, as well as Brushes, Easels, Palettes, Palette Knives, Charcoal and Art Papers of all kinds. Canvas, Stret- chers, and other Art Material too numerous to list here. THE ONTARIO HUGHES OWENS CO. 527 Sussex Street OTTAWA Telephone 3-8461 58 SAMARA oung Canadians HAVE A JOB TO DO too . . . Older Canadian brothers and sisters — as soldiers, sailors and airmen ... as nurses and ambulance drivers — are facing danger in many lands to keep Canada and the Empire safe for you . You can help them by saving to buy war savings stamps and certificates . . this is a part of your job . You can buy war savings stamps and certificates at any of our branches. saVe , for Vht fy BANK OF MONTREAL Eiubtished 1817 " a bank where small accounts are welcome CUNNINGHAM CO. ACCOUNTANTS Phone 2-0664 413 Booth Building 165 Sparks Street OTTAWA Exclusively at Murphy ' s. . . School Togs for Elmwood Blazers, green flannel. .. . $9.75 Serge Tunics, 6 to 12 7 .95 Serge Tunics, 14 to 20 8.95 Bro adcloth Tunics, 6 to 20 . 4 . 50 Blouses, biege, 26 to 38 2. 98 Pullovers, Cardigans 1.98 SAMARA 59 Calderone, Grieves Co. GROCERIES, FRUITS and VEGETABLES ★ Fancy Baskets a Specialty ★ Phone 2-7358 215 BANK STREET OTTAWA Higher marks are easy to get when at home you use a speedy (Personal U H Cl 6 T W O O d It helps you write better and faster. Arid type-written notes are so much easier to study! After graduation, the abihty to type is a great asset in getting a good job. Show this ad. to Dad — today! UNDERWOOD ELLIOTT FISHER LIMITED Joseph L. Seitz, President 203 QUEEN STREET OTTAWA SUTHERLAND PARKINS Prescription Opticians Mrs. J. S. SUTHERLAND, Prop. C. E. MILLER, Mgr. 113 Sparks Street Tel. 2-0866 Cunningham Sparks INSURANCE • Representing: Mercantile Fire Insurance Co. Northern Assurance Co. Phoenix Assurance Co., of London, Eng. Canada Accident and Fire Assurance Co. Boiler Inspection Insurance Co. • Phone 2-0664 413 Booth Building 165 Sparks Street OTTAWA 60 SAMARA Compliments of SEARLE GRAIN COMPANY WINNIPEG MANITOBA SAMARA 61 Kenneth A. Greene I. Perley-Robertson GREENE ROBERTSON All Lines of Insurance Government and Municipal Bonds Telephone 2-3576 53 METCALFE STREET OTTAWA, Canada Jas. R. Bennie, Manager LAPOINTE FISH COMPANY Wholesale and Retail Dealers FISH - GAME - POULTRY Phone 3-9309 BY WARD MARKET OTTAWA The BRONSON COMPANY MANUFACTURERS of GROUND WOOD PULP OTTAWA Canada 62 SAMARA G T. GREEN Decorator 54833 750 BANK STREET NORMAN W. CAMPBELL Phm.B. Chemist and Druggist Telephone 3-3132 71 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA, Ontario Thrift. . . builds tanks won Until this war is make personal thrift your watchword. Watch your spending. Build up a re- serve of fighting dollars out of current earnings. Save for Victory. 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