Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1943 ELMWOOD FROM THE GROUNDS €lmtooob 3 offecltffe arb GOVERNORS Mrs. Edward F. Fauquier Mrs. Harry Southam The Hon. Carine Wilson, LL.D. HEAD MISTRESS Mrs. Clement H. Buck Scripture, History, Current Events STAFF Miss E. Adams Form V A Mathematics Miss K. Campbell Nurse, Assistant Secretary Miss M. Chappell Form VI Upper English Miss M. Edgar Form V B Mathematics, Science Miss M. Graham Form IV A Dramatics, English Literature Mademoiselle Y. Juge Form VI Matric French Miss E. Morrison Nurse Matron Miss E. Sinclair (Secretary) Secretarial Course, Spanish Miss M. Sinden Form V C Latin, German Miss D. Tipple Housemistress Miss M. Zyssett Forms IV C, III Junior Forms, Nursery School VISITING STAFF Mrs. A. Chipman Form IV B Junior School Mrs. H. Fortune History, Social Studies Mrs. J. E. Kennedy Nursery School Miss H. M. May Art Mr. Myron McTavish Music Miss B. Snell Physical Training Mrs. J. G. Stephen Junior Forms 4 SAMARA iWasa?me taff Editorial Committee. Art Notes Dramatic Notes Sports Notes Photography School Calendar Boarders ' Calendar Exchange Editor . . . Old Girls ' Notes. . . , Bazaar Notes Toe H Notes Lette McGreer Margaret Ann McKee Mary Osier Anne Powell Jacqueline Workman Mary Wurtele Joan Gillies . . . Kathleen McGreer Mary Wurtele Elizabeth Gilchrist Noreen Haney [Anne MacKinnon j Janet Caldwell [Paula Peters . . . .Janet Edwards .Elizabeth Edwards Ruth Osier Sarah Wallace Junior Representatives . Advertising (Convener of Committee) , Adviser Mary Patteson Jean Elliott .Margaret Gerard . . . Miss Chappell EXCHANGES, 1942 The Ashburian — Ashbury College. Ovenden Chronicle. Hatfield Hall Magazine. The Pibroch — Strathallan. Lower Canada College Magazine. Saint Andrews College Review. Ludemus — Havergal College. Trafalgar Echoes. SAMARA 5 tCfje cfiool Calendar September 18 — School opens. September 30 — The school team wins the Interscholastic Tennis. October 15 — Senior School goes to C.W.A.A.F. Graduation at Rockcliffe. October 21 — Miss Hazell and Miss Sayle visit us with films of the Western Caravan Mission School. October 23 — There is a Hallowe ' en Party at night, at School. November 10 — Major McKeand addresses us in preparation for Poppy Day. November 25 — A number are chosen to go and try out for ' Trumpet Call to Youth. " December 2 — The cast for the C.B.O. program is chosen. December 5 — The Program ' s cast and choir rehearse at the Chateau. December 6 — Another rehearsal. December 9 — A demonstration broadcast is given at Glebe College. December 13 — Mrs. Prescott speaks to us on " Survivors ' Bundles. " December 14 — The story of Ivan Mestrovich is recorded by C.B.O. December 14 — The House Collections are judged. December 15 — The House Plays. December 17 — The long anticipated Bazaar is held. December 18 — We go home, the Christmas Holidays! January 11 — Back to school, the holidays are now but a memory. January 15 — Snow, more snow, and more snow! January 28 — We see the " Trumpet Call to Youth film " . January 18-26 — Exams! " Oh woe! The Depths which none shall ever know. " January 29 — Free Day is here! April 15— We hear Dr. Keith speak on the International Students Service. April 19 — The school play is given in the presence of H.R.H. Princess Alice. April 16 — The Easter Holidays have come at last! April 28 — We get up early again-school reopens. May 21 — Dancing and Dramatics Recital. May 31— Examinations begin. Anne MacKinnon, VI Matric. 6 SAMARA Ctritorial IN September 1942, the beginning of a fourth year of war, we returned to school filled with sober reflections on the seriousness of the war, determined to exert every effort for the cause of victory. Now, at the end of a very full and productive school year, we may look with a certain amount of pride on what we have accomplished in the way of war work, as well as having main- tained a high standard in school activities. It has been a busy year. Before Christmas, Elmwood and Ashbury were asked to take part in a demonstration radio broadcast for the teachers of the Ottawa schools, to open a series of broadcasts in oral and visual education. We were very proud to have been asked to take part in the demonstration broad- cast, and we learned a great deal which will be helpful in dramatic work. Immediately afterwards, inspired by our success last year, we again held a very successful bazaar, from which we realized $670.00 to be used to buy " Survivor ' s Bundles " for the Women ' s Naval Auxiliary. The result of the weekly sale of war-saving stamps has been gratifying, and the response to both local and war charities, especially the Red Cross, has been generous this year. There have been excellent results, in the last few months particularly, to the girls ' salvage drive which supplements that of the school. We have continued to send candy to bombed-out areas in Britain from the proceeds of the Sweets Fund to which every one has contributed at least one cent a week. Grateful letters have been received from Mrs. Vincent Massey, from the recipients of our parcels and even from Lord Woolton! We hope that next year it will still be possible to send these parcels. Since Christmas, war-work meetings have been held once a week. These have been well attended, especially by juniors and intermediates. Sewing, knitting, and salvaging of leather for seamen ' s jackets have been some of the activities of this group. Classes in defence have been added to the regular curriculum and aircraft identification, home defence, first aid and home nursing have been studied in different forms. Air raid drill has become as much a part of our life as fire drill. The cloak-rooms serve as our air raid shelter. We were sorry to say good-bye to several mistresses last year. Miss Mills, our senior mistress for many years, left to join the Wrens, where she is doing SAMARA 7 splendid work as Second Officer. Miss Hamilton went overseas with a contingent of nursery school teachers to assist with the training of nursery school workers, in England. Miss Cumner is now teaching in Montreal. Miss Spencer is with the National Film Board here in Ottawa and occasionally pays us a visit. Mrs. Elliott is with the War-time Prices Board in Montreal. Margery Wood- ward, a pupil and later assistant secretary here, entered the Montreal General as a nurse-in-training. We were very glad to welcome several new mistresses: Miss Chappell, Mrs. Fortune (better known as Maureen Macoun) Mrs. Chip- man, Miss Zysset, Miss Campbell and Miss Morrison. Miss Tipple was warmly welcomed back in September after two years away from us. Very grateful thanks are extended to the members of the magazine committee and the staff for their untiring efforts which enabled us to have a magazine. This year it was not possible to put out as large a magazine as in normal times, owing to expense and shortage of materials. A record of the school year is, we feel, essential. We are sorry, however, that more literary contributions could not be included. For some of us the time has come to say good-bye to our school-days. We go with many regrets, but also with many happy memories. Those who leave Elmwood this year will go forth with a more definite and stronger purpose than we perhaps would have had in peace time. We must not forget that the success of a democracy depends on each one of us. Are we not, indeed, for- tunate to be able to go to school where we can learn what is worth learning and be fitted for the hard tasks which lie before us after the war is over? We must create a world worth living in for ourselves and our children, and also for the unfortunate people in Europe and Asia who have had so little happiness in recent years. At school we develop character; we learn to give and take, work and play, and to see the other person ' s point of view. Others are fight- ing and dying for this new world; we must, in our small way do our part, by making use of our privileges to the fullest extent. Conbolentes; We wish to offer our sincerest sympathy to Katherine and Muriel Inkste r, on the loss of their father Lt. -Colonel F. B. Inkster. It was with great regret that we learned of Mr. McTavish ' s sad bereavement in the death of both his father and his mother. 8 SAMARA FRY HOUSE NOTES IN September, Fry had her ranks reinforced by both senior and junior girls. She welcomes these members who became en- thusiastic and valuable Fryites very soon after they joined the house and who have proved themselves worthy to succeed those whom we lost last year. We were exceedingly pleased at Christmas time to hear that we had won both the play and the house collections. We followed the Fry tradition by including everybody in our play, " A Christmas Carol " by Dickens. We have not been so fortunate in respect to stars for we were behind both Keller and Nightingale after Christmas. Lette McGreer, our Games Captain, and Ann MacKinnon, our vice-captain, have suc- cessfully piloted Fry ' s senior and junior Volley Ball and senior Basket-ball teams to victory. The deciding junior Basket-ball match has not yet been played. We were not so fortunate in the badminton tournament, as Keller beat us. The tennis has not yet been played. Good luck, Fry! Last year, we were exceedingly sorry to lose Miss Mills who had been with us for many years. Fry wishes her every success in her new life. We were also sorry to say good-bye to Miss Spencer and Miss Fischl. We welcome Miss Chappell, Mrs. Chipman and Miss Zysset into our house and we take this opportunity to thank them for their help with the play and house collections. Fry congratulates last year ' s prize winners: f Ann Goodeve Special Proficiency J ' ;;?? " ' ' j Betsy Allen [ Mary Wurtele Improvement Medal Felicity Hastings Dramatic Imp. Medal Avril Crabtree Writing Medal Peggy Heustis Tennis Senior Doubles Joyce Haney The teams are as follows: BADMINTON TEAM First Singles Second Singles Third Singles First Doubles Second Doubles — — Ann MacKinnon — Mary Wurtele — Gretchen Mathers Ann McKinnon Mary Wurtele Gretchen Mathers Margot Peters SENIOR BASKET-BALL TEAM Centre Forward Centre Guard Forwards Guards -Mary Wurtele -Betsy Allen Lette McGreer Anne Chisholm Ann MacKinnon Mary Osier JUNIOR BASKET-BALL TEAM Centre Guard Forwards Centre Guard Guards — Gretchen Mathers Carol Maclaren Elizabeth Rowlatt — Mary Patterson Natalie de Marbois Margot Peters SENIOR VOLLEY-BALL TEAM Lette McGreer Ann MacKinnon Mary Wurtele Janet Caldwell Margaret Hardy Betsy Allen Kay Ward Anne Chisholm JUNIOR VOLLEY-BALL TEAM Gretchen Mathers Margot Peters Mary Patteson Elizabeth Rowlatt Natalie de Marbois Nancy Zimmerman Diane Holmes HOUSE MEMBERS Head Girl —Mary Osier Head of House Monitors — Mary Wurtele Janet Caldwell Lette McGreer Kay Ward, Ann MacKinnon, Betsy Allen, Margaret Hardy, Anne Chicholm, Mary Blackburn, Gretchen Mathers, Margot Peters, Elizabeth Rowlatt, Mary Patteson, Natalie de Marbois, Diane Holmes, Carol Maclaren, Nancy Zimmerman. Staff: Miss Chappell, Mrs. Chipman, Miss Sinclair, Miss Zysset. FRY HOUSE NIGHTINGALE HOUSE V SAMARA 9 KELLER HOUSE NOTES LAST year, in spite of our worthy efforts, Nightingale succeeded in winning the house shield, but this year, so far, we are ahead in stars and if all the house members keep up the good work, the prospect of win- ning the shield looks very bright. Though we did not do very well in the house col- lections and Christmas plays, our badminton team was victorious this year, and we are placing high hopes in our tennis team. Our Junior Basket-ball team also won us some points by defeating Fry. Keller ' s prize winners of last year are to be congratulated: Philpot Token Dramatic Art Jacgueline Workman Special Proficiency — French Poetry Current Events Anne Powell Jacgueline Workman Anne Chisnell Nancy Paterson — Anne Powell ■ — Anne Chisnell Nancy Bowman Anne Powell Senior Tennis Singles — Noreen Haney Senior Tennis Doubles — Noreen Haney Intermediate Tennis Singles — Janet Edwards Intermediate Tennis Doubles — Janet Edwards The teams are as follows: BADMINTON First Singles Second Singles Third Singles First Doubles Second Doubles — - — Noreen Haney — Anne Powell • — Janet Edwards Noreen Haney Janet Edwards Anne Powell Anna Cameron SENIOR BASKET-BALL Centre Forward Forwards Centre Guard Guards -Anne Powell Jacgueline Workman Janet Edwards — Noreen Haney f Kathleen McGreer — ] Patsy Drake Sarah Wallace JUNIOR BASKET-BALL Centre Forward Forwards Centre Guard Guards — Ann Murray Daphne Wurtele Philippa McLaren — Anne Chisnell Diana Laird Suzanne Mess SENIOR VOLLEY-BALL Noreen Haney Anne Powell Kathleen McGreer Janet Edwards Pat Drake Jacgueline Workman JUNIOR VOLLEY-BALL Daphne Wurtele Anne Chisnell Diana Ramsay Suzanne Mess Anne Protheroe Simone Sallans HOUSE MEMBERS Head of House House Senior House Senior House Senior Monitor — Anne Powell — Jacqueline Workman — Elizabeth Gilchrist — Sarah Wallace — Noreen Haney Kathleen McGreer, Janet Edwards, Patsy Drake, Philippa McLaren, Suzanne Mess, Anna Cameron, Diana Laird, Daphne Wurtele, Anne Chisnell, Joanna Rowlatt, Diana Ramsay, Anne Protheroe, Simone Sallans. Staff: Miss Adams, Miss Edgar, Miss Graham, Mademoiselle Juge, Mr. McTavish. DO THEY REMEMBER? What do they think of " over there, " Our boys in khaki and airforce blue? Do they remember crisp winter air And the homey smell of cooking stew? Can they still see through desert ' s heat The moonlight silver on maple trees. The drowsy haze on a noonday street. And the poplars shivering in the breeze? Do they remember cars that pass Like angry ogres in an empty street, The spicy tang of new-cut grass. And the furry thump of a kitten ' s feet? What do our sailors on the treacherous deep Remember of the Canada they knew of old; Time-old Laurentians wrapped in sleep Or endless prairies of burning gold? Do they remember the lonely wail Of a train far away in the dead of night, Sap dripping into a gleaming pail. And the feel of the soil for which they fight? Do they remember Prince Edward ' s red clay, The copper fire of ruddy brown hair, Sunlight laughing on a little bay. And the satin smooth coat of a chestnut mare? Surely these are the things they remember For these are the things they are fighting for That they may return some May or November And find them just as they were before. Lois Davidson, Va, Nightingale. 10 SAMARA NIGHTINGALE HOUSE NOTES LAST year Nightingale was successful in winning the House Shield, the Inter House Sports Cup, and the Intermediate Sports Cup. This year we tied for second place with Keller in the House Plays and came second in the House Collections. So far we are second in stars. Mrs. Elliott left us just before Christmas and we were very sorry to lose her, but wel- comed Miss Morrison as our new nurse. Angela Hampden-Ross left after Christmas to study for her London Matriculation. Joan Paterson, Margaret Bronson and Margaret Maclaren have won posture girdles this year. Paula Peters has been a very active and enthusiastic Sports Captain. During the basketball season much of her free time was given to the juniors to help them with their shooting and passing. We wish the very best of luck to all the Nightingalers who are leaving this year, and sucess to the girls next year who will carry on our motto, ' ' Non nobis solum " . Not For Ourselves Alone. MEMBERS OF OUR HOUSE Head of House — Betty Caldwell [ Margaret Ann McKee Monitors — I Joan Paterson i Ruth Osier Sports Captain — Paula Peters Vice Sports Captain — Lois Davidson Barbara Beamish, Margaret Bronson, Angela Christenson, Pauline Coulson, Isabel Earl, Joan Gillies, Wanda Hutchings, Jean Johnson, Margaret Maclaren, Shelagh Nolan, Moira O ' Leary, Elizabeth Paish, Ann Patteson. Staff: Miss Sinden, Miss May, Miss Mor- rison, Mrs. Fortune. LAST YEARS PRIZE WINNERS Summa Sumarum — Ogden Blackburn Junior High Endeavor — Elizabeth Paish House Motto — Ruth Osier Proficiency — Norma Wilson, Elizabeth Paish Improvement — Priscilla Aylen Dramatic (Improvement) — Elizabeth Edwards Public Speaking— Pat Archdale Physical Training — Helen Christie Short Story — Nita Nichols Stars — Dorothy Davis Intermediate Tennis Doubles — Paula Peters and Janet Edwards. The teams are as follows: SENIOR BASKET-BALL Forward Guard Centre Guard Centre Forward Forward Guard — Lois Davidson — Pauline Coulson — Ann Patteson — Paula Peters — Margaret Ann McKee — Elizabeth Paish. JUNIOR BASKET-BALL Centre Guard Centre Forward Guard Forward Guard — Margaret Bronson — Margaret Maclaren • — Angela Christensen • — Moira O ' Leary Barbara Beamish Wanda Hutchings. BADMINTON First Singles First Doubles Second Singles Second Doubles Third Singles Betty Caldwell Betty Caldwell Paula Peters Paula Peters Lois Davidson Margaret Ann McKee Moira O ' Leary. SENIOR VOLLEY-BALL Paula Peters Isabel Earl Pauline Coulson Ann Patteson Margaret Ann McKee Elizabeth Paish Lois Davidson JUNIOR VOLLEY-BALL Margaret Bronson Barbara Beamish Margaret Maclaren Wanda Hutchings Angela Christensen Shelagh Nolan prefect anb omt Senior jSotesf Mary Osier: " How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour. " To find Ose as head girl this year was no surprise to old timers- As head of the War-work Committee she has been a violent cam- paigner for " ACTION " , in the iorm of a wildly -coloured quilt, its harmonious arrangement being under her eagle eye. She is also kept hustling looking for edible food for prefects ' tea and calling committee meetings on the subject of wearing one ' s rubbers. Here we have to make a " TERRIBLE CONFESSION " on Ose ' s behalf. Confidentially she is orthographically weak — well, if you must know — spelling. But believe us, Ose, we " simpathyse " , especially where plain dandelion becomes " taraxitum vulgaris. " Reports concerning Ose ' s future all tally on one point, — St. Hilda ' s, Trinity College, where she will learn her vitamins, in an exhaustive household economics course. Betty Caldwell " Old Macdonald had a farm. " The energetic head of Ni ghtingale House is 5 feet, 3 inches of sunshine wih a dash of southern, oh, sorry, we mean northern Irish humour to top things off. Betty, commonly known as Bets, hails from Prescott and from all we hear this town consists of 1 — the Caldwell farm, 2 — Macdonald ' s dress store, 3 — Watt ' s soda fountain and 4 — the Prescott-Ogdensburg ferry. Any evening one may hear the melodic (?) voice of Bets escaping from the prefects ' sitting room in the form of " I ' ve told every little star. " As yet no one has had the heart to tell our merry Head Boarder the truth about her singing. The pride and joy of Bet ' s life is the newest addition to the Caldwell family, " the farm. " We are all well acquainted with the cows, hens and horses. The summer will find Bets getting the farmhouse de- corated and in order so that she ' ll be able to return to Elmwood in September with a clear mind to whip through another year of school. Mary Wurtele: - " Her sunny locks hang on her temples like a golden fleece. " Wurtellie: Elmwood ' s busy head of Fry is also Elmwood ' s " Budding Scientist " . She can be found almost any time either in the Lab carefully measuring the intestines of a cat or adding another hole to her little perforated red smock with an unknown explosive. As the school Games Captain she often has a tired arm assisting the " hefty Elmwoodians " over the horse in Gymn classes. To day pupils Wurtellie is a sure time table as she is always seen sauntering up Buena Vista with just two minutes to go before the last bell. Mary will start her training at the Royal Victoria Hospital next September. Good luck Wurtellie! Anne Powell: " So wise, so young, they say, do ne ' er live long. " " When I think of all I ' ve got to do — ! " — that haunting refrain informs us that Powell, head of Keller this year, is getting des- perate. When not buried in a book in the reference library, or pounding out the scale of D minor on the piano, she keeps a watchful eye on the money collected from the sale of war-saving stamps. In fact, she is very busy! She holds the unigue dis- tinction of being the only prefect who can sing and who is in the choir. She made a most fascinating hero — in fawn ski underwear — in our ballet " On Wings of Love " or " Target for To-night " ; and her rendition of a German woman in the Keller House Play — " Hier habe ich einen Fisch " — delighted Miss Sinden ' s heart. If she can wade through Virgil this summer, her fate next fall will rest with the professors of Trinity College, Toronto. Jacqueline Workman: " How happy the life unembarrassed by cares of business. " Basta is the erratic member of VI Up. In the third cupboard on the left in the Senior Classroom, her character lies revealed: a mass of books, a pair of suede shoes, bits of peanut crunch, concert programs, not to mention reams of paper whose cryptic designs can only be deciphered by the owner. As well as being the star of the ballet " On Wings of Love, " Basta directed, yelled at and pushed around the unwieldy corps de ballet and kept us in stitches all through the most hectic rehearsals during the Christmas term. Rules are the bane of her life, as witness her complete disregard of the sanctity of the Prefects sitting room. To say that her future is definitely settled is a slight exaggeration, as one day she pictures herself taking pulses in the Blood Donor ' s clinic and another drafting the innards of a plane. Elizabeth Gilchrist: " If music be the food of love, play on. " This year Liz is our only representative from the West and we hear a good deal about her home-town Winnipeg. Any time when strains of Show Boat Themes are heard we know that Liz is not far off. Her roommates constantly hear about Victory Bond (Vickie), her three year old horse, and her sailor brother?! Between Paul Gaugin and a mad Russian, Gilchrist ' s art is slightly hetic. We hope though, that some day she will be able to draw a straight line without using a ruler! (We really don ' t mean that Liz). Every morning at thirteen minutes to nine there is a race between Liz and Miss Chappell to see who is going to ring the first bell, and the same proceedure follows at seven to nine. Another Gilchrist duty is pound, and she needs a great deal of courage to stand up in front of the school to ask, " Who does this belong to? " On occasions she finds a garment of her own to hold up, and then she is rather embarrassed. Liz ' s future is undecided as yet, but whatever she does we wish her the best of luck. Sarah Wallace: " What ' s in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet. " Sarah is not only an officer, but a harried member of the secretarial group ' s " Inner Sanctum. " She rushes from prayers to typing, wide-eyed and looking worried to death. Her en- numerated woes are misleading — under the chatter she is really quite efficient, especially when she inspects the juniors — complete with a motherly air. Although she is very busy, a few hours each week are spent at canteen. She has failed once this year — in her endeavour to be called " Lynn " , but the nickname wouldn ' t click. However her desire is granted this once — May happiness lead you up the road of success, Lynn! HIRD TERM MONITORS SAMARA 11 ANOTHER school year is nearly over and so we take this opportunity once again to thank Miss Snell, our Games Mistress, for making our gym and sports so enjoyable. Miss Snell has given much time to both Juniors and Seniors, and we certainly ap- preciate it. The junior members of the houses have taken a greater share than usual in Inter-house Sports. There have been both Junior Basket-ball and Junior Volley-ball teams, and at least one junior has been included in the House Badminton teams. Sports Day, last year, was held on a beauti- ful June morning. Nightingale proved herself the best house in the line of sport by capturing the Sports Shield. We con- gratulate the winners, who are as follows: Senior Sports Cup — Helen Christie Intermediate Sports Cup — Paula Peters Junior Sports Cup — Elizabeth Patterson Preparatory Sports Cup — Ann Maynard Inter-house Relay — Nightingale Inter-house Obstacle - — Fry We were very grateful to Mr. Archdale for letting us use the Ashbury gym on two occasions when we had energetic games with the Old Girls. The first of these ended in a tie. At half time the Old Girls seemed to be definitely winning, but with the arrival of Mrs. Buck, who seems to be the mascot of the Elmwood team, we greatly improved and managed to tie up the game. Excited shouts and shrieks resounded from the gym during this game and also during the next, which Elmwood again managed to win. Although we were not able to play basket- ball at Elmwood during the winter, we enjoyed our games in the autumn and spring. Fry was fortunate in winning the Inter- house Basket-ball, with Keller a close second. Elmwood again entered a tennis team in the Ottawa Inter-scholastic Tournament. We first played Lisgar Collegiate and were successful in all sets. By beating the Gloucester Street Convent, Elmwood was able to retain the shield. Some very good games were played with the latter team, and Elmwood managed to beat them in all but one encounter. The team was as follows: Noreen Haney (Captain), Anne Powell, Mary Wurtele, Janet Edwards, Anne Mac- Kinnon. Last year, Noreen Haney was the school tennis champion; Joyce and Noreen Haney together were victorious in Senior Doubles. The Intermediate tennis title was captured by Janet Edwards; Paula Peters and Janet Edwards won the Intermediate tennis doubles. Keller won the Badminton tournament this year. Miss Snell has been busy coaching many enthusiastic badminton lovers, among whom are many juniors. As a result we have guite a number of promising players. The results of the badminton tournament are as follows: Senior Badminton Singles — Noreen Haney Senior Badminton Doubles — Noreen Haney — Mary Wurtele Junior Badminton Singles — Gretchen Mathers Intermediate Badminton Singles — • — Gretchen Mathers Intermediate Badminton Doubles — — Gretchen Mathers — Margot Peters 12 SAMARA Six Upper and VI Matric challenged VA and VB in Volley-ball and managed, with great difficulty, to win. This sport has been very popular among the juniors and seniors this year. As usual, we had a skating rink which was made good use of by both boarders and day girls. We were fortunate in having Mr. Penault to give ski lessons. This has been a most successful sports year, and it has fulfilled all our expectations and hopes. May there be many more like it. Mary Wurtele. ON April 9th, the Senior Dramatic Class gave its presentation of the Chinese play " Lady Precious Stream " to a most res- ponsive audience, with great success. Her Royal Highness, Princess Alice honoured us by her presence and we should like to express our sincere thanks to her. The play was a difficult one but fun to work at and we are most grateful to Miss Graham for her splendid direction. The proceeds were donated to the International Students Service. The house plays were extremely well chosen and well put on. Fry, who gave the winning performance, presented " A Christmas Carol " in which much new talent was displayed. Keller came second with an amusing one-act play called " The Lift that Failed " . Nightingale ranked third with ' Time ' s Visitors " , a play which offered a large scope for characterization. All these plays showed many promising actresses. The Keller play was given at the Bazaar several days later as the Fry play was con- sidered too long. The Intermediates, aside from taking part in " Lady Precious Stream " , have been working on " A Midsummer Night ' s Dream " which we hope to see before the end of this year. We are indebted to Mrs. George Jackson of the Drama League, Miss Joan Jackson, Mrs. G. Arnold Murphy, Miss Edith Spencer, Miss Amelia Hall, Miss Nadine Christie and Miss Graham for the skilful make-up which contributed so much to the success of Lady Precious Stream. We are most grateful to Mr. Kendall MacNeil who gave us the following criticism in the Ottawa Citizen. We should also like to thank Mr. MacNeil and the Citizen for allowing us to print it here. Elmwood Pupils Present Chinese Play With Skill Of all the fourteen annual plays of Elm- wood School which it has been this re- viewer ' s pleasant duty to report, none has seemed more difficult to criticize than this year ' s production. Lady Precious Stream, which was presented in the school audi- torium before H.R.H. the Princess Alice and the largest audience which we recall in the years we have been attending these excellent SAMARA 13 demonstrations of the proficiency of the senior dramatic art class of the Rockcliffe school. The reason for this difficulty is not far to seek. Lady Precious stream is an old Chinese play done into English, as the pro- gramme said,by S. I. Hsiung, and since it was given in traditional style, there are no standards by which we can measure it. It was a distinct departure from plays of other years which, as we remember them, were all Occidental in atmosphere whether they were classical Greek, Shakespeare, or of the modern stage. Confession is good for the soul and we might as well say here and now that the traditions of the East and in par- ticular of Chinese poetry and drama are something of which we have a great deal to learn. Delightful Offering However, it does not need that knowledge to say that the play was most delightfully done and that the very high standard which the senior dramatic class attained in the past was thoroughly maintained. The large au- dience thought so too and found the Oriental traditions of stage presentation decidedly novel and refreshing. For one thing, there was no scenery as the West understands it. Much is left to the imagination although each scene is carefully explained by a narrator and the actors taking the audience into their confidence. The appearance all through the play of the pro- perty men placing chairs for the actors and performing many other duties not seen in our productions, once the curtain is up, was the cause of amusement at first but so unobtrusive and efficient were their mo- vements that one soon got used to this essen- tial difference, so much did they help the action of the play. Productions in other years had larger casts, thus permitting more than one girl to be seen as the same character. This year it was different, the same players being seen throughout. While this did not give so many the opportunity to show what they had learned of dramatic art from their extrmely able and clever directress and mistress. Miss Miriam Graham, it made for a better under- standing of the play by the audience. Excellent Diction Perhaps the most outstanding feature of the presentation by the cast as a whole was the excellent diction of practically every one of its members. Well modulated voices and splendid clarity of speech were the rule. Absence of scenery called for much pantomime (amusing at times) by the players. Pantomime is the most difficult phase of the dramatic art and too much credit cannot be given for the ease and naturalness with which it was done. Costumes were gorgeous and lighting good. With the property men ever ready to step in at the proper moment with a chair, or other property, the players never had to worry as to what their proper position on the stage was; consequently there is little to criticize on that score. Expressive Hands Individually, the honors went to Jacqueline Workman as Lady Precious Stream, third and favorite daughter of His Excellency Wang Yun, prime minister of China, who gave up luxury and ease to wed the man of her choice, Asieh Ping-Kuei, the gardener, who in this fairy tale of Old China, became a king. Miss Workman ' s performance was one of appealing charm. It was full of delicate feeling and showed complete grasp of the role. Her use of her hands, which were the most expressive we have seen in a schoolgirl player, was remarkable. Anne Powell, as His Excellency the Prime Minister, gave an authoritative performance fully compatible with the dignity of high position in the East. Anne MacKinnon, as the conceited and traitorous Tiger General Wei, injected a touch of comedy without overdoing it at all and Kathleen McGreer, as his wife. Silver Stream, was also out- standing. Lette McGreer, who had the role of Asieh Ping-Kuei, Precious Stream ' s gardener, sol- dier and royal husband, was also excellent, bringing out each necessary characteristic with assurance. She had to be subservient, arrogant and romantic and did each well. Mary Osier was Madame Wang and she, too, filled her part to perfection. Other roles were Su, the Dragon General, played by Betty Caldwell; Golden Stream, by Margaret Ann McKee; the Princess of the Western Regions, by Elizabeth Gilchrist, and the Minister of Foreign Affairs, by Janet Edwards. Noreen Haney and Joan Pater son were the indispensable " ' property men. " A special word must be said for the work 14 SAMARA of Margaret Hardy as the narrator which added so much to the understanding and enjoyment of the play. Attendants, suitors, soldiers, maids, executioner, jailer and priests were played by Betsy Allan, Diana Laird, Philippa Mclaren, Kay Ward, Lois Davidson, Ann Paterson, Suzanne Mess, Anna Cameron, Janet Edwards, Patsy Drake, Anne Chisholm, Isabel Earl, Paula Peters, Pauline Coulson, Ruth Osier and Elizabeth Paish. — M. ALL the time spent in the Art Room this year has been most enjoyable and pro- gressive, too. Four B has been working hard, fashioning puppets from papier-mache, to make a Chinese set. Four A has been trying her hand at finger-painting and has achieved some very weird and wonderful compositions. The Special Art Class is a very large and interested one this year. The first term was given up to drawing in charcoal the patient models who were saved from study periods by being asked to pose for us. This term we have done a great deal of " free brush " painting. In this, too, the models have helped us and we thank them very much for their time. Christmas cards were printed by the dozen in the Art Room from Lino-cuts and were sold at the bazaar in December. Only a few canvases have been completed in oil paints as yet, but we plan to make great strides in this field after Easter. We want to congratulate Elizabeth Gil- christ, the well-deserving winner of last year ' s art prize, and to wish her the very best of luck for her future in art. Miss May has done everything to make the History of Art and the Interior Decorating classes interesting and instructive. Every one of us wants to thank Miss May for her patience and excellent guidance. L G. YOUTH I stand at the edge of the world, My life before me lies. My heart is high with hopes, My spirit seeks the skies. My years are mine to mould For failure or success. My seeking eyes behold Horizons limitless. Mary Osier, Form VI, Upper. Fry. LUXURY I went to the window last night And looked at the street light. In England could you ? No! Your lights you must not show: At night you see a dark sight. For breakfast I had an orange, And butter I had a lot. In England could you ? No! Your rations, they would go. Your food you must waste not. Camilla Crump, Form IVb, Age 10. WIN IKK BV hLlZABLIH 1- rOKiKAli SKETCH BY tLlZAiJEIH GlLcliklSi FREE DESIGN BY PAULA PETERS SAMARA 15 tKfje Sfop J of Camping HERE we are on a beautiful lake where we may travel miles away from all civi- lization. First we must get a canoe, (invar- iably a canoe for a camping trip!) preferably an old leaky one as it adds suspense, making us wonder whether we can make the next island without sinking or not. Next the sleeping bags. Someone has told us that it is very cold sleeping outdoors at night on this particular lake, so we must take along plenty of extra blankets. As there are just two of us, four extra ones ought to suffice. There! Now, let ' s see what comes — Oh yes! Cooking utensils. We have been able to get a nice iron kettle, a frying pan and a large pot to take along — a bit on the heavy side, but just the things for a camping trip! Next, our provisions, then the tent and a whole list of necessary articles — flashlights, matches, a knapsack full of clothing (just in case we fall in) bathing suits, comb, tooth-brush, fishing rods — what did I hear you say? A gun? Whatever for? You ' re not afraid of the poor, dumb animals of the woods, are you? Well, is that all we need? We ' d better load them into the canoe. No, wait a minute, we forgot that the canoe leaks so we must put a tarpaulin in the bottom first. I hope we ' ll be able to get in after all our eguipment is stowed! Now we should be on our way as we have to travel at least two miles before lunch. You get in first. Careful, don ' t tip it. Canoes aren ' t very steady things, are they? At last, we ' re off! What was the name of that poem someone wrote? Oh yes, ' The Song My Paddle Sings " . I can think of guite a few songs I like better — Hot work, this paddling, isn ' t it? Let ' s knock o ff for a bit of lunch. There ' s a pretty little island over there with a beach where we can land. Where did you put those sandwiches? Oh, here they are, slightly squashed but still eatable! Let ' s go over there in the shade and eat them. Here ' s an old log we can sit on. Why it ' s quite rotten; look how it crumbles when 1 kick it! What ' s that buzzing sound? Heavens! A hornet ' s nest! Run! Run! Ouch! It would be so romantic paddling into the red sunset, if only my arms didn ' t ache so! Oh, for an island to camp on, but the nearest one is at least a mile away. I sup- pose we ' ll reach it eventually. Here we are, and it ' s getting very dark so we will have to be quick in pitching our tent. This is a good spot. Now, let me see — Where ' s the other tent-pole? Not in the canoe and certainly not here. I suppose we have forgotten it! If we can ' t put up the tent, then we shall sleep under the open sky in true camping style! Hurry with those sausages! I ' m so hungry I could eat a bear — Oh no, I take that back! A bit frightening, isn ' t it, with the firelight flicking on those trees? What did you say? Would I care to hear the ghost story about the man who was out camping and — No, thank you! I think I ' ll turn in early. Nothing like a good sleep to refresh oneself! Why the canoes must have leaked more than we thought! The sleeping bags and blankets are quite damp. I suppose it won ' t kill us to sleep in them this once. I ' m so tired I could sleep on anything — well, almost anything — except this rock I ' m on right now! What w as that noise? It sounded like an animal crash — it couldn ' t have been! Good night! Are those eyes I see over there by that tree or just reflected firelight? Firelight, I hope, but I ' m not sure! I wish this sleep- ing bag wasn ' t so wet. Aren ' t the stars beautiful? My goodness, where are they? They were here a minute ago when I looked up! Is that a flash of lightning I see? and that couldn ' t be thunder! A drop of rain! Oh dear, What are we going to do? Let ' s go home! Joan Paterson, Form VI M, Nightingale. 16 SAMARA THE spirit that guards me day and night weeps, I am sure, continually. He must consider himself the unhappiest of guardian angels. According to the Bible, I am a sinner of the first water. For I cannot help being almost complacent abo ut the age in which I live. Nay, I go even farther. Con- tinually I thank God that our age is not like others, but the best age in human history. These years in which I have grown and during which I have studied the peoples before my birth, have been nicknamed, " The Mechanical Age " or " The Age of Science " . A more fitting title would be, " The Age of Reason. " The sanest man ever to live on earth was Jesus. He preached and illustrated, by his reactions to his enviorment, the ideal human life. He championed ideas of peace, bro- therly love and human dignity. Human beings before Him, had never considered these things in the light that He taught them. But the human beings after Him did. Because of Him, people have visualized and fought, for a perpetually better and more democratic world. History records the physical and mental eruptions of human progress. The yea rs 1776 and 1789 still warm the mind as if they were bright jewels. It was then that two great nations suffered the birth-pains of democracy. Gradually other poeple, seeing the fruits of government " of the people, by the people, and for the people " began to work for greater individual liberty. The finger of history records multiple failures. But it also verifies true progress. Our age to-day is the living proof of that progress. Democracies have struggled and advanced. They have given to their people the freer individuality they promised. They have fostered eguality. They have em- ployed science, up to 1939, in bettering man physically and mentally. They have encouraged arts and culture, not only for the leisure class but for the man and woman who labour by their hands. They have, as nations or as individuals, realized, more than ever before, their obligations towards all human beings, whatever their color or customs. They have, and are, taking specific steps towards deeper understanding and fellow-ship between nations all over the world. What is important, these things they have done and are doing, not through force but through the appeal to rationalism and something rather new — the understanding and sympathy with other people ' s problems. These things, meaning nothing less than the nearest approach yet, to Jesus ' example, make our age, 1 think, the greatest in the history of the world. True, there is still passionate greed, hate, and injustice. Human nature has within itself the seeds that degrade its dignity. They are evidence of the animal within us. They will remain with us untill we are all in paradise. But the spirit in which we are fighting for victory is concrete proof of our advance, of our greatness, of our sanity. Lette McGreer, VI Upper. Fry. THE RIVER " River, O River from whence do you come With your smooth -flowing back and your wild dancing foam? Onward and onward you flow brave and free, Till you merge with the tempests and tides of the sea. " " My home is on high, " the River replied, " In the cool crystal springs on the wild mountain side. My course is tempestuous, rapid and free, As I merrily, merrily roll to the sea. " " River, O River, what sights you have seen! The discovers ' pathway and trail you have been. On you Indians and coureurs de bois wander- ed free Past the hills and the fields to the cliffs of the sea. " " Man and his works only last for a day, " Roared the River, " But endless my sway. I have seen what has been and shall see much to be. As forever I roll to the depths of the sea. " Mary Osier, From VI, Upper. SAMARA 17 l fje ong of tije Winis PEGGY Wilson stood transfixed on a large dock in the harbor of old Boston. In front of her was an array of vessels, great and small, heavy and light, but in the middle of them all rode one great craft with her five high masts overshadowing the other boats and her majestic bow pointing sea- ward. " Oh Aunt dear, she ' s beautiful, beautiful! She ' s like a great bird resting before taking off on her next great flight. Oh I could stand here and gaze at her all morning; and to think that in two days I shall be stand- ing on the deck. Oh Auntie, I ' m so ex- cited! " cried the happy young lady as she stared at the great vessel. ' 1 believe you would stare at it all morning. Miss, knowing full well that there are trunks to be packed and a thousand and one other things to be attended to before we may indulge in such folly " , replied her middle- aged aunt, who waited impatiently for her enraptured niece to cast her eyes once more homeward. Miss Margaret Wilson was about to make her first voyage, with her aunt, Mrs. Henry H. Wallace, who was at once amused and irritated by the childish joy her fifteen year old niece showed at the adventurous pros- pect, and she found herself looking forward to the journey to England not a little. Somehow the trunks all got packed at the Wallace home. Somehow the tedious two days passed and on the morning of the 28th day of June in the year 1851, the little party bid good-bye to the fair New World and Margaret and her aunt turned their faces toward the shores of Merry England. The great white sails of the " Liberty " (for such was the name of the boat) caught the breeze, and its sturdy bow cut into the waves of the treacherous Atlantic. Peggy stood watching the last glimpse of the shores of America vanish behind the far horizon, and she sighed a sigh of con- tentment as a teasing wind ruffled the tidy, little curls under her best straw bonnet. " Oh Aunt " , she cried, " Look at the wind playing among the great white sails up there. Look at it. It ' s telling them stories. Stories of ships and pirates and gales — it knows so much Auntie; how I wish I knew what it was saying. " " Perhaps you will someday " , answered her aunt. In the next week Peggy made the ac- guaintance of many of the passengers. She talked with the captain, who told her stories of the first mate. She admired Mrs. Spencer ' s baby and she exclaimed at the beauty of Madame Dupre. But most of all she loved to hear the endless tales of England that Lord Southey had to tell. She learnt of her heroes and her victories, of her defeats and her failures, and she looked every morning to the east in hopes of catching a glimpse of that magic land. But she never saw it. In a British port anxious relatives waited for the boat that was to bring Peggy and her aunt to them, but they waited weeks in vain. Some months after the " Liberty " was due, a ship came, with tidings of her. They had found her drifting many leagues off the coast of England, without crew or passengers. All was intact, the tables were set for a meal, the meat stood untouched on a platter. In the cabins were found garments laid out for the passengers; and in one they found a diary, open, in which was written in a very neat hand. " To-day my aunt and I rose at the, seventh hour, and found it to be a bright and clear morning. Madame Dupre was not in the best of health, and we all missed her com- pany. " Here the writing stopped, and the pen was laid down by the little writing desk. All that was missing from the craft was one small lifeboat. How the passengers left the great ship no man knows. Where they went we know not. Perhaps the wind tells the story to the great white sails of another ship, and perhaps Peggy can hear what it is saying now. For none but the wind that played through the ships great masts, and the waves that beat on her sturdy sides can tell. Ruth Osier, Form V A, Nightingale. 18 SAMARA mmt Wnits for i o iWan RAEBURN slipped quickly down the lane, over his low back fence, and into the woodshed. It was dusk outside, and through the hazy fog he could see the lights of the Cannon ' s house across the road. They had been on all week at this time, but only when something important has happened does a man notice details like that. Some- thing important, yes, something important had happened to Raeburn. As he crouched in the shadow of the shed, peering through the dirty window pane, vivid pictures sprang into his mind, headlines of to-morrow ' s papers, " Body of Noted Scientist Found in Laboratory " , " Explosive Expert J. K. Swinn Murdered " , " Mysterious Death at Research Building. " These pictures and many others, police photographers, detectives, finger- print experts. . . . Fingerprints? No, no, he was safe there. For a moment he had forgotten those rubber gloves in his po cket, but if he had happened to leave any, well, he was working with Swinn, and if he couldn ' t leave fingerprints in the lab., who could? To-morrow he would play the part of the suspected assistant, anxious to help the police, but inwardly he would gloat. After all these years of planning he had his re- venge. Swinn didn ' t realize that day in March, ten years ago, when he applied for, and received, the patent on his subordinate ' s invention, just what the consequences would be, but Raeburn did. All these years he had waited patiently for an opportunity, and at last it had come. It was too bad that the new experiment gave off chlorine gas, and nobody knew it. He had been rather clever there. And now it was all over, all but the alibi, and that would be very easy, lean always stayed home on washdays, and Aunt Edna would be there too. There was no time to waste. As the way was clear, he half-opened the door and crept out. The light was on in his kitchen, but when he peered cautiously over the window sill the room was empty. Good. Quickly, but very quietly, he opened the door and stepped in. There was a bottle of milk on the stove. Jean must be upstairs. The hands of the kitchen clock said 6.15, but he set them back to 5.30. The janitor would discover the body soon, and these forty-five minutes made all the difference in the world. If he drew their attention to the time, Edna and his wife would testify that he had been home by twenty-five minutes to six. A minute later he had slipped into the living room, reset the only other downstairs clock, and was out the door. He ran across the lawn, through the back gate, down the lane, and into Springdale Road, then walked along it until he reached Maple Avenue. Turning up Maple, he was soon at his own front door, and, slipping his key in the lock, he entered. The light from the living room shone in an oblong patch on the hall floor. He called, " Hello, dear " . No answer. Jean must be lying down, and Aunt Edna was always in her own room at this time. Funny, though, the house seemed very quiet. He climbed the stairs slowly, feeling tense inside, but forcing his face to look calm. As he opened his bedroom door he called again, " Hello, dear, are you. . . . ? " But she wasn ' t. The room was empty. That pressure inside his chest stopped suddenly, changed to a vacuum, and fell to the pit of his stomach. Nonsense, she must be down in the cellar. Doing a little extra washing, no doubt. Quickly he ran downstairs, through the kitchen, and reached the cellar door. Locked. Of course it was locked! Hadn ' t he snapped the key off yesterday by mistake, and hadn ' t the locksmith said he would come to-morrow, Tuesday? Turn- ing around slowly he noticed propped up against the milk bottle, and hardly visible, a white envelope. Quickly he seized it, tore open the flap, and read: Dear Paul, Edna and I are motoring Uncle Joe to Wakesville. He came through on the 5.05 and missed the connection. Your dinner is on the stove. Back about 8.00. Hope this will not be inconvenient. Love, Jean Margaret Ann McKee, Form VI, Upper. Nightingale. SAMARA 19 The whip cracked. The man across whose back it lashed clenched his teeth tighter to stifle the cry of agony on his lips. " ' Again, " the cruel harsh voice rasped. The whip rose methodically, stopped, and fell swiftly to raise another angry welt across the suffering human ' s back. The swish, as it struck time after time, was the only sound in that quiet room, except the man ' s laboured breath. Suddenly he groaned and slumped forward in a dead faint. The voice swore fiercely and said ma- liciously, " Perhaps he will talk now. Throw some water on his face. " The man moved slightly and moaned, he shook his head slowly to get rid of the tinkling of the bells. He heard them ring- ing out their happy song from the little church on the knoll near his home. He saw the little town, almost encircled by gleaming bands of water, nestling among high hills. He saw his parents talking happily with some friends; his parents who had been shot because they had tried to slip back to their own country unnoticed carrying with them a little child. They had been brutally murdered for trying to help another human being. He heard the trickle, trickle of water and saw himself standing in his country ' s uniform swearing to avenge his parents ' unwarranted death. He heard those bells again, and he saw a woman ' s face, sweet and tender with pure love shining from great depths. " Hear the mellow wedding bells, — Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells! " The tone of the bells was changing and water that had been trickling away stopped and he was goaded away from this dream by a stinging blow and a question, " Well are you ready to talk yet? Where are they and what are their plans? " He looked up and the light from a lamp fell on his upturned face. Such a young face! He had fair hair and deep blue eyes that once had been full of laughter and were now brimming with cold, steel hate and suffering. He answered softly, " Go ahead, do your worst, but you will never learn anything from me. " His face lit up and he looked into space and began to laugh. " Go ahead, you brutes! Nothing can harm me now. Listen, I wasn ' t dreaming; those bells are real. Listen, listen to those bells! " The voice cut in abruptly, " What is he saying? Speak louder you fool, " and he gave the boy a prod. The boy slowly dragged himself to his feet and repeated, " those bells, don ' t you hear them, you murderers? They are ring- ing your doom. " A deathly stillness fell on that room and into that silence came the clamor of bells. " Hear the loud alarm bells, — Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their tiirbulency tells! " " What is the meaning of this? roared the voice. I gave strict orders that every bell was to be stopped. Get the lieutenant! Lieutenant Schmidt! LIEUTENANT SCHMIDT! " Mein Herr? " A young man in a Gestapo uniform hurried into that room. " Stop those bells! Do you hear me? Stop those bells! Didn ' t 1 give orders for every one to cease ringing? " " No bells are ringing, Herr Commandant. " " What! You fool! You dare to con- tradict me I Listen! " " Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! " The officer ' s face grew pale. " The under- ground, " he whispered, " they have come; we are alone; they will kill us all. " " What do you mean alone? Where is the guard? " I do not know. " " Idiot! " sneered the voice, " it is but your imagination; the guard returned an hour ago. Get out and stop those bells. " Then the young man spoke. " It is no use, you cannot stop them, now. They are coming for revenge, for revenge. " The bells pealed out, louder than ever, so loud that no noise could be heard above them. The young man drew himself painfully, 20 SAMARA proudly erect and shouted, " " Long Live Freedom! " and then fell slowly to the floor. The crack of a rifle, the roar of a mortar, and the whistle of a bomb struck that deathly still room into action. " " A raid! Phone headquarter " s and arm, " cried the voice authoritatively. The room seethed with activity. No one noticed a figure crawling towards the desk on which lay a heavy Mauser. A cry of warning! Too late! That figure leaning against the wall for support, had caught them unawares; they were powerless. After the cruel torturers had shuffled un- willingly backwards to form a line against the wall, silence once more fell. Shots were increasing in number and gradually were growing louder. " Mein Gott, " screamed the Gestapo of- ficer, hysterically, " we will be tortured, killed. " " Wrong, not tortured anyway and such a pity too, how I would love to see you writhing under that whip. This is not the under- ground, but a Commando raid. " As he spoke a commotion was heard in the next room, the door burst open and in rushed two black-faced, grinning Tommies clenching wicked, long sharp knives. " At last, " said the boy weakly the gun wavering in his hand, " look at some pre- cious fi — " and without finishing he lapsed into unconsciousness. " Well, well, what have we got here? asked a cheerful voice. " What a beautiful catch of fish. " Then as the officer looked again he exclaimed, " Good Heavens, who is this? Peter! You poor boy. Look at his back! Fetch a stretcher somebody. Pretty far gone but he will pull through all right. " Well, " turning towards the " catch " , nice surprise. How very useful you are going to be, some interesting papers too, I expect. Hum, yes, very. Clever boy that, " he nodded towards the boy being carried out on a strecher, " thought this all up himself, even to the ringing of the bells to cover our attack. Too bad no-one will ever know. Come on, hurry up, there is no time to waste, faster now. My but those bells were magnificient. Lots of sup- porters here I see. No more time though. Huury up! " " Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling. How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells. ' " Elizabeth G. Edwards, Secretarial Course. TOC H NOTES AT the close of each school year, our Toe H group loses some of its best members. Owing to this fact, we have several new- comers. We especially welcome Miss Chap- pell, a member of the Elmwood staff to our group. We were exceedingly fortunate in having at our first meeting Miss Elizabeth Norcrofs. She very kindly consented to speak to us and gave an interesting and detailed ac- count of the activities and ideals of the Toe H movement. On December 11, the group gathered at Mrs. Buck ' s home to observe the ceremony of " The Chain of Light " . This is a service which brings home to members their union with a growing family. Very often at our meetings after one of our members has taken light and prayers, Mrs. Buck has read articles on Toe H and how it was originally organized; in this way we have increased our knowledge of this wonder- ful movement. Miss Chappell made one of our meetings most enjoyable with her pictures and stories of Japan, all made possible by her years of residence there. Throughout the year we have kept in touch with our dear friend Mrs. Edwards. Her letters from England telling of her work there have been a real inspiration. The year would not be complete without a visit from Sister Ella of Shernfold School and we greatly enjoyed her visit with us on May twelfth. This year many of our group will leave Elmwood. It is our hope that the pupils who come after us will be interesed in and influenced by the teachings of Toe H. S.W. j SAMARA 21 FANTASIES Deep, deep down in the still silent sea Are mystic wonders of great beauty. Pearls and jewels sparkle in their mossy beds; Strange sea plants and flowers wave their pretty heads. Beautiful coral caves where the mermaids dwell, Swimming in the ocean, rising with the swell. Perched on barren rocks mid the wild beating spray. Combing out their hair till it floats in the breeze. Tossing back their heads in a gay, saucy way. Diving, laughing, splashing with a grace- full ease; Slim bodies cutting through the water like blades, Slipping through the seaweed into tranguil glades; Down in the depths of the silent a. In the dark, endless fathoms below, Which in the sun ' s rays are guite misty And give off a gueer, blurred, greenish glow. When the moon shines down on the silent sea. All is peaceful and calm; In the sombre forest that borders the sea Prowlers stalk o ' er the land. In the dark mysterious for est Where wild animals stealthily tread. They guietly creep through the bushes. And their frightened preys ' hearts fill with dread. The shrill cry of the prey cleaves the still night air, Midst tall lordly tree trunks rising to the sky. Lovely, leafy bowers where the fireflies fly. Flitting gaily in and out without a care. When the timid deer hears the hounds ' cruel bay. Rises up, canters through the forest ' s gloom. Swiftly on he flies with the hounds close behind, Ever drawing nearer, closer comes his doom. After him the panting hound comes toiling on. Up the rocks he scrambles, fleeing from the foe. Then he gives a great leap far into the air. And his body crashes on the rocks below. Clothing the forest in black. Now falls the soft velvet night. And on the forest and the sea The moon sheds its dull, white light. Margaret Maclaren, Form Vc, Nightingale. BAZAAR NOTES THIS year, again, we gave up our Christmas party for a bazaar, and repeated our first success. We were all very proud that through our efforts Mrs. Buck was able to hand a cheque for $670.00 to the Women ' s Naval Auxiliary for " survivor ' s bundles. " Tickets were again managed by Miss Snell, who was assisted this year by Margaret Ann McKee and an able staff of form re- presentatives. Miss Chappell, Mary Osier, Ann McKin- non and Lette McGreer headed the raffle committee. The raffles were very good this year, and a great many tickets were sold. Mrs. W. R. Caldwell donated a very beautiful silver fox fur, the prefects dressed a doll, Mrs. Edward Fauquier gave us a lovely vase, Madamoiselle Juge knit a sweater, and the Caldwell Linen Mills sent several towel sets. Mrs. Blackburn once again gave us a turkey. Miss Adams, Elizabeth Gilchrist and Janet Edwards were in charge of the candy table, which this year presented one of our great- est problems, but we all saved as much out of out sugar rations as we could, and the boarders spent several evenings in the kitchen making fudge. Girls from the junior forms, gayly costumed, circulated among the guests selling it. Tea was served in the dining room under the efficient management of Miss Tipple, Miss Sinden, and Angela Hampdeh-Ross. The tea and sugar were contributed by the staff and girls who saved it from their rations. The book-stall was a new feature this year and a very successful one. Mrs. Fortune, Suzanne Mess and Janet Caldwell had a wonderful display of books collected by the girls. Handicrafts were under Mile. Juge, Miss Erdin and Ruth Osier. Babies ' knitted garments were taken out of the house col- lections, and day girls and boarders com- bined to make a wide variety of things for the table. Miss Edgar and Jacqueline Workman presented an unusually good display of white elephants. Miss Edgar, Joan Gillies and Five B were in charge of the plant stall, and their bright colours added a festive note to the ap- pearance of the hall. The younger guests were entertained by the juniors in the hall with games and a fish-pond, supervised by Miss Zysset. The school was decorated in the festive 22 SAMARA spirit of Christmas by the girls of the se- cretarial class. Although Fry ' s excellent production of " The Christmas Carol " won the house plays, it was not presented at the bazaar because of its length, and the Keller play, ' The Lift that Failed, " was given instead. The " ballet " put on at Hallowe ' en by Six Upper and Six Matric was so popular that there were two performances of it during the afternoon. R.O. BACK STAGE People scrambling into clothes, Ten minutes more to go, A reek of grease-paint meets the nose. Oh, why are they so slow? A whisper comes down from the wings, ' This group of guests Her Royal Highness brings. " Excitement and tenseness are in the air Of that stuffy little room. While we are anxiously waiting there For the first hint of our doom; Waiting and waiting, till down they came, The first act over with a touch of fame. The play is over at long last. Relief is all about. The anxious moments are all past, " God save the King, " we shout. In spite of doubts we now confess, " The play has been a great success. " Elizabeth Paish, Form Vb, Nightingale. A GERMAN WOMAN ' S THOUGHTS When, oh when shall I be free To think, and speak, and do my will; To worship Christ; myself to be; To teach my children to hate to kill? To take my sons from the Fuehrer ' s camp, To fill their minds with good, clean thought? When, oh when will loose the clamps. And never more will wars be fought? Elizabeth Paish, Form Vb, Nightingale. SUSPENSE (With apologies to " The Night before Christmas. " ) Twas the thirteenth of April and all through the School Not a person was guiet, nor obeyed any rule. The play was all over, classes begun; A week more of school before we have fun. The boarders were packing their best clothes with care In hope that the holidays soon would be there, But five more days — what can we do With our minds in a fluster, our dreams in a stew? The fourteenth and fifteenth came on us at last; It seemed as though they never would be past. Marks given freely, but we really don ' t care; We ' ll wash, comb and curl our long, sloppy hair. Could it be really the sixteenth so soon. And some of us leaving to-day around noon? Others must wait till late in the night Before their trains will pull out of sight. As we depart to our homes far away, " Happy Easter to all " , is what we will say. But as we leave, we think with a sigh, " It isn ' t for long that we say good-bye. " Janet Caldwell Kay Ward Form Va, Fry. LE PETIT MOUTON Le petit mouton Demeure dans le vallon. II a une mere, II a un pere, Mais helas! le pere mouton Est mange par un homme. Cette histoire n ' est pas comique Elle est meme tres tragique. Car ce mechant homme Mange le mouton a la sauce au pomme! Et voila le resultat L ' homme a mal a I ' estomac. — Joanna Rowlatt — Anne Protheroe, Form IVa, Age 12, Keller. SAMARA 23 A FIGHT One night I awoke to the sound of gallop- ing hooves; They went clattering over the rocks And thudding by on softer ground, As they raced across the prairie, Galloping away from the yapping and snarling of wolves. Suddenly there was a piercing cry — A wolf had got a little colt. Then a loud and angry neigh As the leader heard his young one. The stallion gave his challenge cry; The wolves flung themselves upon him. Snarling and trying to get a hold. But the leader was quick as lightning. Like a big, black, silent shadow He led the fight far from the herd, Biting, kicking, in and out he thundered. He hamstrung one wolf, broke one ' s back, And the rest ran yelping from him. Then with arched neck, Head held high. And proud eyes gleaming. He cantered slowly to his herd. Carol Maclaren, Form IVa, Fry. THE SEA ' S CALL I watched as the great ship spread her sails As a swift bird takes its flight. And my heart was full as it slowly turned And sped into the night. For I thought of another night long ago When the great ship was young and new, When she first sailed into a still, black world, And I was among her crew. We sailed over shining blue tropical seas. We braved gale and hurricane. We pushed through white mountains of cold clear ice. We sailed round the world and back again. We sailed over turbulent waters of green. We fought angry mountains of foam. And though sometimes I prayed for the freshness of earth, The sea is my only home. Ruth Osier, Form Va, Nightingale. PEACE Oh, what is life in this cruel, troubled world. This world of — Pain and sorrow. Storm and strife. Tears and agony To the end of our life? Oh, to be able to live as we please. To do as we like in an untroubled world; That is the wonderful thing called Peace, The thing that shall surely come in the end. Oh, Peace so beautiful. Peace our friend. Peace is the day And peace the night, Peace is the glory of living for life, Peace is the moonlight. The stars and the sun. The trees and the flowers and life as a whole. When trouble is at an end And a new world is begun, When man shall be man ' s best friend. When cruelty and hatred are past Then Peace will be here at last. Margaret Maclaren, Form Vc, Nightingale. EARLY AND LATE Oh, to get up in the morning as I always used to do. To see the daybreak dawning, walk squelch- ing through the dew; To hear the blackbirds singing, waking each other up With the merry ringing of their cheerful chirrup, chirrup. Oh, to be up in the evening as I one day hope to be. To see the moonlight gleaming on the ripples of the sea. To hear the swallows twittering as they put themselves to sleep. Flapping their wings and fluttering in rhythm with their cheep. Elizabeth Paish, Form Vb, Nightingale. 24 SAMARA BOARDER ' S CALENDER Sept. 17 — Boarders return. Sept. 19 — We go swimming and have tea at the Chateau. Oct. 3 — Swimming at the Chateau again. Oct. 17 — We take our picnic lunch to Britannia. Oct. 28 — Some of us go to hear Rach- maninoff. Oct. 30-Nov. 2— The Long Week End. Nov. 17 — Some of us go and hear a Piano and Viohn Concert at the Technical School. Nov. 19 — Several of the Senior Boarders go to the Red Cross Dance. Dec. 13 — We sing Carols at Mrs. Buck ' s. Dec. 14 — The Seniors see The Ice-Capades. Dec. 18 — Home for the Christmas Holidays! Jan. 11 — The Holidays End! Jan, 20 — Several of the Seniors go and hear Casadesus. Feb. 5 — VI Matric. Boarders go to Isabel Earl ' s dance. Feb. 6 — We have a sleigh ride in the afternoon. Feb. 19 — Senior Boarders go to the McGreer ' s sleigh ride. Feb. 24 — Some Boarders go and hear the Metro Opera Quartette. Feb. 26 — The Juniors see the Minto Follies. Mar. 3 — The Seniors go to a Polish Concert. Mar. 6 — We go to ' Tn Which We Serve " . Mar. 19 — All who wish, go to the Camp Oconto Reunion. Mar. 19 — We hear a talk by Miss Mary Bosanguet author of " Saddle- bags for Suitcases " . Mar. 24 — Some of us go to the Ballet Theatre. Mar. 26 — We attend the Ashbury plays. April 16 — The Easter Holidays have come! April 27 — Here we are, back at School again! April 30 — We visit the Archives. May 1 — We see " Desert Victory. " May 8 — We visit the House of Commons and the Peace Tower. May 14 — The Senior Boarders attend a lecture under the auspices of the League of Nations Society. May 22 — Swimming at the Chateau. Ann MacKinnon, VI Matric. THE KING ' S JUG Once upon a time there was a blue jug. It belonged to the King of Pippendrippe, and it was very pretty. Each morning, the King drank his milk from it. Now one day, when the cook was washing, she dropped it onto the floor. " Oh mercy me! " she said to the kitchen- maid. " The King can ' t drink his milk out of a cracked jug! " So she put it into a drawer with some broken dishes and bought a new green one for the King. But when he saw his new jug, the King was very dis- pleased. " Where is my blue jug? " he roared. " There, there, " said the Queen. " Don ' t fret. I ' ll go to the kitchen and see what ' s happened to it. " So into the kitchen she went, but when she came back she said, " Your blue jug is cracked, so you will have to use the green one. " " I can ' t use a green one, " said the King; " green hurts my eyes. " " All right dear, " replied the Queen soothingly, " I will get you a red one. " " I can ' t have a red one either, " said the King, " Red doesn ' t look nice with my por- ridge bowl. " " Then I will get you a yellow one, " said the Queen. " No, " said the King, " Yellow is so pale it would get dirty. " " What about a black one then? " asked- the Queen. " No, " answered the King. " I couldn ' t see it if I came down at night to get a drink. " " What about a white one? " she asked. " No, " replied the King, " I couldn ' t tell if it was empty or not. " " Would an orange one be all right then? " asked the Queen. " No, " answered the King, " I couldn ' t tell if I was drinking my orange juice or eating my jug. " " Well then, " said the Queen, " you will have to use your blue one, because those are the only colours I can get. " " Oh goody, " cried the King; and that is why he always drinks his milk from a blue jug, with a long white crack. Shelagh Nolan, Form IVa, Age 11, Nightingale. SAMARA 25 Dear Elmwood Old Girls: In the belief that all Old Girls are in- terested in what has been done in their name, and with their funds, the Executive sends you the following report on the activities of the past year. Minutes o£ Annual Meeting — June, 1942 Before the meeting was officially opened it was decided to give a book as usual to the girl who won the House Award; (it had been suggested that we give War Saving Certificates this year) . The Twelfth Annual Meeting of the Elm- wood Old Girls Association was held on Wednesday, June 10th, 1942. Rosemary Clarke, Vice-President, acted as President in place of Pamela Kingstone (Pam Erwin), who was in Halifax. The annual report of the Secretary- Cynthia Sims, was read. Muriel Inkster moved the adoption of this report, seconded by Marjorie Woodward. The Treasurer, Katherine Inkster, read us the Financial Report for 1942, the adoption of which was moved by Cynthia Sims and seconded by Peggy (Marr) Webber. Asked if there was any other business to discuss, Katherine Inskter suggested that $50.00 be donated to Byron House School, (English Guest Children). She suggested that it be given in the form of a chegue so that Byron House would be free to use it to the best advantage. The suggestion was approved by all present. The meeting then proceeded to elect their officers for 1943. Muriel Inkster was elected President. Other elections were: Vice-President Gill German Treasurer Katherine Inkster Secretary Gaye Douglas Assistant Secretary Gill German Assistant Treasurer Rita Rich Sports Convener Eleanor Carson [Rosemary Clarke Ottawa Representatives . . .{ Cecily Sparks [Glen Borbridge A very interesting talk was given to us by Mrs. G. V. Wynne-Jones, a representative of the Red Cross Administrative Corps. She told us all about the work of this Corps, and answered any guestions we had. She hoped that some of the Elmwood Old Girls would join the Corps. Respectfully submitted, GAYE DOUGLAS, Secretary. Activities of Ottawa Branch of E.O.G.A., 1942-43 We have continued to meet on Wednes- day evenings at the homes of our members. We exchange scraps of news of Old Girls and knit Balaklava helmets, scarfs, mitts, and tuck-ins to give to the Women ' s Navel Auxiliary for the R.C.N. On December 23rd, the Association pre- sented a tree to Byron House for their Christmas Party, also candies and cakes together with individual gifts for the children and the members of the staff. The Ottawa members donated the cakes. Three Old Girls attended the party and reported that it was a great success. In January, Mrs. Buck invited us to hold our meeting at the school. Mrs. Buck and Miss Tipple were there and supplied lots of news. We had War-time refreshments in the dining room. Sincerely, MURIEL INKSTER, (President) . TO ALL OLD ELMWOODIANS Owing to lack of space in this war- time economy edition of the magazine we are not printing the usual personal notes about Old Girls. We are very proud, however, of all that Old Elm- woodians are doing, at home and abroad; a nd hope that you will keep the school in touch with your doings. We know that your duties leave you little time for letter writing, but we should greatly welcome more news. The Editors. 26 SAMARA JUNIOR NOTES This year the activities of the Junior School have been many and varied, and we have tried to tell you, here, about some of our doings. Dramatics Under the able direction of Miss Graham we performed two plays " The Travelling Companions " and " A Midsummer Night ' s Dream " . Forms III to IVa took part in the latter. Every form enjoyed doing its bit in making the plays a success. Dancing This year Miss Snell kindly consented to take the Junior School in dancing again. The lower forms prepared a toy shop and clowns for the recital and IV B and IV A did puppets, Indians and individual dances. Sports This year Badminton has come first in the line of sports, with Basket-ball second when the weather permitted; otherwise Volley-ball took its place. The skating rink was a great success and as the season was long, we used it a lot. Twice a week skiers had lessons in the Park from Mr. A. Penault. All this, of course, as in former years, was directed by Miss Snell. Sewing Under the appreciated direction of Made- moiselle Juge we were able to continue our classes this year. We enjoyed sewing with Mademoiselle and we hope that the children of England will like the clothes as much as we liked making them. NO ESCAPE At first I couldn ' t believe anything so terrible could happen to me. I tried to reason with myself, and tell myself to be sensible, but it was impossible. The awful thought hung over me like a black cloud, and try as I might I could not make it re- move itself. I tried to get up and run away from it all, but my feet remained firm on the ground and would not move. My ancestors before me had to face it, so I should be brave enough to, but I felt that I couldn ' t. I began to think of ways to get out of it, but it was no use. My knees went weak at the thought, but there was no help for me. I must wash the dishes! Simone Sallans, Form IVa, Age 13, Keller. FORM IVA COMING TO SCHOOL Joanna comes trotting and skipping along. When Barbara does Maths on the street- car, it ' s wrong. Angela comes with her arms full of books; Nancy hangs everything right on the hooks. Shelagh comes rushing in early, pell-mell, Carol comes later, just after the bell. Diana has never a minute to spare, Wanda stands at the mirror, a-combing her hair. Jean comes a-wading through puddle and pool, And that is the way that we all come to school. Shelagh Nolan, Form IVa, Age 11, Nightingale. and Diana Ramsay, Form IVa, Age 13, Keller. PUDGY, AND HOW HE GOT THIN Once upon a time in a wood near Rabbit- ville, there lived a very fat, silly little rabbit named Pudgy. One fine spring day, he was out for his daily walk when suddenly he tripped and fell. He thought he had broken his leg and therefore he began to cry. By and by there came along the road a fussy old woman rabbit named Miss Pricilla Prit. She looked very astonished, made a great fuss over him, (which only made him feel worse) and then passed on. SAMARA 27 Finally Pudgy managed to pull himself together enough to crawl at one mile per hour back to his home. When he got back he found his bath- room scales said 10 pounds instead of 18. You see he had been so frightened about breaking his leg, he had lost 8 pounds. And when he found that his leg was not broken he felt very ashamed and so he lost all his silliness. So now he was a sensible thin little rabbit and he was a very nice little rabbit from then on. Sally McCarter, Form IVc, Age 10. GOBLIN The Goblin ate from a golden plate Some raspberries and some milk; Then he took his hat, gave his dog a pat. And put on his coat of silk. He sang a song as he walked along To the home of the Fairy King; And when he got there he was given a pear And sent home on a dragon-fly ' s wing. Shelagh Nolan, Form IVa, Age 11. Nightingale. LIVING Isn ' t it lovely to be alive, And working like so many bees in a hive? And not to be lazy And white like a daisy. Isn ' t it lovely to be alive? Wouldn ' t it be awful to be dead. And have everyone above you tread? Under the grasses While everyone passes. Wouldn ' t it be awful to be dead? Diane Holmes, Form IVa, Age 12, Fry. A LIMERICK There was a fat piglet of York Who drank all his tea from a fork; But one day he was sold For a handful of gold. And soon he was made into pork. Shelagh Nolan, Form IVa, Age 11, Nightingale. FLOWERS Lavender, lavender, sweet-smelling lavender, Blue and green and purple. So many shades you turn! How the rain and sun you bear I still have yet to learn. The green clumps, the blue clumps. You ' ve got me by the eye. Even now I have to leave you, And you must wonder why. Lavender, you are so pretty; Have I ever asked you why? But as I know you die in autumn, I will leave you with a sigh. Elizabeth Oliver Bellasis, Form IVb, Age 10. THE WINDS The South Wind brings the scent of Southern Seas, Of oyster pearls and palm trees in the breeze. Of tropical flowers and coral pink caves. Blue placid ocean with frilly topped waves. The East Wind brings the spice of Oriental Brilliant colours and daggers ornamental, A spice of cunning and tales long told Of magic carpets and treasures of gold. The North Wind brings a sense of cold. The Land of which explorers told. Where white polar bears are often seen Roaming over floes shining blue and green. But the West Wind I love best of all. For me it has some special call. It tells of my country, vast, wide, and free. That ' s why the West Wind is dearest to me. Anne Protheroe, Form IVa, Age 12. Keller. 28 SAMARA Cfic (ege of alingraii Wearily I rolled into bed. The Boches were surrounding Kalingrad and every day were battering down our defence. If only we could get help, but there was no way out. With these thoughts in my mind J. lay down, delighting in the comfort of bed, until slowly the banging of guns, whining of shells, and crashing of falling buildings grew fainter and fainter. I was asleep. Suddenly the room was filled with a glow of light which shed a golden radiance all over the r oom. A voice said simply, " " Come with me " . No more, yet I felt myself com- pelled to climb out of bed. As I did so the figure took shape with flaming wings and a shimmering robe. Without a word the angel led me out into the night. The night was light as day with the flames of battle and the searchlights piercing the sky, but occasionally one would catch glimpses of dark blue sky and twinkling stars. Serene over all the chaos sailed Mother Moon, cold and silver. The angel led me through the city in a queer floating movement. No one seemed to see us and I had an eerie feeling in my bones. We drifted over the fortifications which surrounded the city and came to the bay. The bay was beautiful with tiny ripples lapping at the shore and reflecting the multi-coloured light in the sky. Before us in a dark black shadow lay a row boat, swaying on the waves. We stepped in and I picked up the oars, but there was no need. The boat moved along by itself. We hugged the shore, keeping under the shadow of the bank. At first I could see our soldiers patrolling the bank, but they soon ceased and Germans took their place. What was the use of all this, I thought wildly. The Germans were guarding every little creek and gully with submarines, as we knew well enough. Now the boat was gliding inward. What for? There was nothing here but the thickest bush. Great rocks stood sticking out of the water with rank weeds growing thick between. It seemed impossible but yet the boat found a little channel between the rocks and the reeds. I made a note of this mentally. Next we had to bend low while heavy overhanging branches whipped our heads. The boat grated slightly on sandy bottom but we kept on going through the thickest underbush I had ever seen. The stream widened and for a while the going was easy, with a cool breeze fanning my cheeks. We travelled for what seemed miles. Sometimes our course was smooth and some- times so rough that the boat was barely able to move through the dense branches. Then we came out into the open and the stream flowed into a river. We rounded a corner and there before us lay a camp with the tents shining white in the darkness. A few dark shapes ran about with flashlights, then a voice called out in Russian. My heart leaped at the sound of it and light began to dawn on me. These were our reinforcements who had been trying to reach us for weeks but could find no way through without being caught by the Germans. After I had gazed on the scene quite a while the angel said; " It is time to go. " " Wait, " I cried, " Tell me one thing. Why do you show me this? " " To save the innocent people who have starved for eighteen months in the city, " he replied, and was gone. " BANG! BANG! " thundered the guns. I yawned and stretched. There was some- thing at the back of my mind that was troubling me. Ah, now I remembered; it was my dream. It could not be true, but seldom have I had so vivid a dream. It was such a strange dream. Suddenly a resolve came into my mind. I would risk it! There was no harm in trying and if it was not true I could come back unless I was killed, but what did that matter compared with the fact that the dream might be true? I jumped out of bed and went straight to tell my commanding officer as I was becoming quite excited over the prospect of adventure. My commanding officer stroked his chin and looked very dubious indeed, but I was so urgent that he eventually gave in. SAMARA 29 I made the necessary arrangements and went through the day in feverish suspense. Never had I welcomed the evening so much. I came back tired, hungry, caked with mud. In spite of that I wanted to start right away. When the sun had nearly set, with only a few rare tinted clouds left, 1 started on my journey. It was slow work down the beach. The barbed wire tore my clothes and I repeatedly fell into shell holes. By the time I reached the boat the dark purple clouds of night had swallowed up the remnants of the sunset. A star gleamed faintly. I wished on it, wishing that my dream might be true. Off I set. The oars creaked alarmingly, but I got past all the German sentries safely. Now I came to the place where the channel was last night. Carefully gliding inward between the two rocks I held my breath. My boat slid into the bush. What a relief. Now came the difficult part. I battled for miles through the thick under- brush wit the oars continually getting stuck and the branches slashing at my back. Some of my wounds broke out bleeding afresh but I pressed on. At last I saw the white tents of the reinforcement party. I felt like uttering one wild yell. Of the next few minutes I remember very little. Vaguely, I remember jumping ashore and hysterically giving the officer directions how to reach the city. I remember nothing more. Next morning I woke up in a clean white bed in the camp. I was told by my new friends that the Boches had been taken by surprise and were now in full retreat. How it was accomplished I do not know, but several days later when I returned to the city I found out that I was a national hero. I could not take the credit for this so I told the people the miraculous story and that day every cathedral in Kalingrad was filled to overflowing with people offering praise to the Saviour of the city. Anne Protheroe, Form IVa, Age 12. Keller. MATRICULATION RESULTS Abbreviations: 1st — 1st class honours; 2nd — 2nd class honours; 3rd — 3rd class honours; C — Credit. MIDDLE SCHOOL Priscilla Aylen — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History 1st; Algebra C; Geometry 3rd; Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 2nd; French Authors 3rd; French Composition 3rd; German Authors C; German Comp- osition C. Anne Binks — English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Modern History 2nd; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Che- mistry 1st; Latin Authors 3rd; Latin Composition 3rd; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st. Marise Bishop — Ancient and Mediaeval His- tory 3rd; Physics 1st. Nancy Bowman — Physics 2nd; Geometry C; Chemistry 2nd; Algebra. Betty Caldwell— Physics C. Avril Crabtree — Modern History C; Geo- metry 2nd; Chemistry C; Latin Authors C; Latin Composition C. Helen Christie — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History 1st; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Che- mistry 2nd; Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 2nd; German Authors 1st; German Composition 1st. Joan Creighton — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History 1st; Algebra 3rd; Geometry 3rd; Latin Authors 3rd; Latin Composition 3rd; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st; German Authors 1st; GermanComp- osition 1st. Ann Croil — Modern History C; Algebra 3rd; Geometry 2nd; Chemistry 2nd; French Composition C; French Authors C. Dorothy Davis — Latin Authors 2nd; Latin Composition 2nd. Elizabeth Gilchrist — Ancient and Mediaeval History 3rd; Physics 3rd. Joyce Haney — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History C; Physics C; Chemistry 3rd; French Authors 3rd; French Composition 3rd. Noreen Haney — Ancient and Mediaeval His- tory 3rd; Physics 3rd. 30 SAMARA Elizabeth Hardy — English Composition C; English Literature C; Modern History C; Chemistry C; French Authors C; French Composition C; German Authors C; German Composition C. Felicity Hastings — Ancient and Mediaeval Historylst; Physics 2nd. Nancy Kennedy- —English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Modern History C; Algebra C; Chemistry C; Latin Au- thors C; Latin Composition C; French Authors 3rd; French Composition 3rd. Lois Lambert — Physics C. Mary Osier — English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Modern History 2nd; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Che- mistry 3rd; Latin Authors C; Latin Comp- osition C; French Authors 3rd; French Composition 3rd. Joan Paterson — Ancient and Mediaeval His- tory 3rd; Physics 1st. Anne Pov ell — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History 3rd; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 1st; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st; German Authors 1st; German Composition 1st. Jacgueline Workman — English Composition 2nd; English Literature 2nd; Modern History 2nd; Algebra 3rd; Geometry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 1st; German Authors 1st; German Comp- osition 1st. Mary Wurtele — English Composition 1st; English Literature 1st; Modern History 1st; Algebra 1st; Geometry 1st; Che- mistry 1st; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 1st; French Authors 1st; French Composition 1st. UPPER SCHOOL Ogden Blackburn — English Composition C; English Literature C; Latin Authors 1st; Latin Composition 2nd; French Authors C; French Composition 3rd; German Authors 3rd; German Composition C; Trigonometry 3rd. Nancy Bowman — Modern History 1st. Elizabeth Edwards — English Literature C; Modern History 3rd; Botany C; Zoology 3rd; French Authors 3rd; French Comp- osition 3rd; German Authors C; German Composition C. Nancy Paterson — French Authors C; French Composition C; German Authors C; Algebra 2nd; Geometry 2nd; Trigo- nometry 1st. Norma Wilson — English Literature C; Ger- man Authors C; German Composition C; Algebra 2nd; Geometry 1st; Trigo- nometry 1st. Jacqueline Workman — French Authors 2nd; French Composition 1st. AWAY FROM HOME They took me away from the country and brought me to the town, They took me away from the farm and the ducks with soft, yellow down; They took me away from the trees whose arms had shaded me long, And they took me away from the customs of the place where I belong. They took me away from the birds that sang in the early morn, They took me away from the hills that echoed the shepherd ' s horn; They took me away from the church that stood on the velvet hill, strong, And they took me away from the customs of the place where I belong. They took me away from the fish that swam in our glassy lake, They took me away from the room where I used to lie awake; They took me away from the house that was always so full of song, And they took me away from the customs of the place where I belong. Anne Chisnell, Form Va, Keller. 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JEWELLERS Phone 3-9303 Night 3-6833 CRAIG WEST LIMITED Florists • Corner SPRINGFIELD ROAD and RIDEAU TERRACE OTTAWA - CANADA Kenneth A. Greene I. Perley- Robertson GREENE ROBERTSON All Lines of Insurance Government and Municipal Bonds Telephone 2-3576 53 METCALFE STREET OTTAWA, Canada Jas. R. Bennie, Manager Compliments of ORME LIMITED FiNE Furniture Musical Instruments Home Appliances 175 - 179 Sparks St. SAMARA 39 The Evening Citiz en Published Daily at Ottawa, in The Citizen Building, Sparks Street by The Southam Company Limited • The Citizen Aims to he an Independent, Clean Newspaper for the Home, Devoted to the Public Service OTTAWA CAR AND AIRCRAFT LIMITED OTTAWA - CANADA 40 SAMARA The BRONSON COMPANY MANUFACTURERS of GROUND WOOD PULP OTTAWA Canada Compliments of SEARLE GRAIN COMPANY WINNIPEG — MANITOBA SAMARA 41 ARMSTRONG 5? RICHARDSON SHOE FITTING SPECIALISTS We are Exclusive Agents for the Elmwood School Shoes 79 SPARKS STREET . Dial 3-1222 THORBURN ABBO 1 1 LIMITED BOOKS-ELLERS and STATIONERS Waterman and Sheaffer ' s Fountain Pens 115 SPARKS STREET, OTTAWA Phone 2-6269 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 1 77 SI EXPERT DYERS DRY CLEANERS o- y x CARPET CLEANERS 42 SAMARA JAMES DAVIDSON ' S SONS EVERYTHING IN LUMBER OTTAWA Ontario The GRAY HARVEY COMPANY LIMITE D Everything in Hardware 71 WILLIAM STREET TELEPHONE 3-9351 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 43 harlej Qqilvy Limited . . . the place to find your Wear-forever Tweeds Showerproof Reversibles Tooke Tailored Shirts Young Colony Shoes and the gay accessories that add spice to all other things nice. The CAPITOL A Famous Players Theatre Relax and Enjoy Yourself in the Comfort of Canada ' s Most Beautiful Theatre ALWAYS A GOOD SHOW Compliments of The Canada Bread Co., Ltd. Phone: 8-0600 458 Catherine Street Ottawa DEVELOPING PRINTING ENLARGING w HEN we do vour photo finishing vou may expect bettei snaoshots — especially if you start with Kodak Verichrome Film in vour camera. Give us a trial next and see for yourself PHOTOGRAPHIC STORES LIMITED 65 SPARKS STREET, OTTAWA 44 SAMARA Compliments of Norman F. Wilson CUNNINGHAM CO. ACCOUNTANTS § Phone 2-0664 ® 413 Booth Building 165 Sparks Street OTTAWA CUNNINGHAM, SPARKS PEARCE INSURANCE • Representing: Mercantile Fire Insurance Co. Northern Assurance Co. Phoenix Assurance Co., of London, Eng. Canada Accident andi Fire Assurance Co. Boiler Inspection Insurance Co. • Phone 2-0664 413 Booth Building 165 Sparks Street OTTAWA 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 SAMARA 45 CAMP OCONTO A Private Camp for School Girls (90 Miles from Ottawa) For further information address MISS FERNA GRAHAM HALLIDAY 100 Garfield Avenue - Moore Park TORONTO Calderone, Grieves Co. GROCERIES, FRUITS and VEGETABLES Fancy Baskets a Specialty Phone 2 7358 215 BANK STREET OTTAWA G. T. GREEN Decorator 54833 750 BANK STREET LAPOINTE FISH COMPANY Wholesale and Retail Dealers Phone 3-9309 BY WARD MARKET OTTAWA 46 SAMARA COMPLIMENTS OF The OTTAWA ELECTRIC RAILWAY COMPANY 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 S AM AK A 47 COMPLIMEKiTS OF OTTAWA DAIRY Div. of the BORDEN COMPANY LIMITED OTTAWA, ONTARIO W. F. JONES PRESIDENT Thrift. . . builds tanks Until this war is won make personal thrift your watchword. Watch your spending. Build up a re- serve of fighting dollars out of current earnings. Save for Victory. THE ROYAL BANK OF CANADA 48 MARA GATINEAU BUS COMPANY Regular Service to AYLMER— CHELSEA BUCKINGHAM from Bus Terminal, Corner of George and Dalhousie Streets, Ottawa GATINEAU BUS COMPANY LIMITED Telephone 2-2721— HULL, QUE. NORMAN W. CAMPBELL Phm. B. Chemist and Druggist • Telephone 3-3132 71 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA, Ontario SUTHERLAND PARKINS Prescription Opticians Daryl H. Dier, Mgr. Oculists prescriptions accurately dispensed in our own factory on the Premises. 113 Sparks St. Tel. 2-0866 lAMES HOPE SONS LIMITED Booksellers, Stationers Bookbinders and Printers PHONE 2-2493 61 - 63 Sparks St. Ottawa, Canada SAMARA 49 FRITH ' S FLOWERS 200 BEECHWOOD fiVENUE PHONE 4-1008 Member of the Florists ' Telegraph Delivery Association Incorporated J. 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