Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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20 SAMARA THIS YEAR, after some hesitation, we again decided to hold a bazaar although with some doubts of being able to repeat our former successes. However, we need not have feared, as the afternoon was a great success; and we were all very proud when Elmwood was able to send a cheque for $560.00 to the Navy League for the allied merchant seamen. Miss Snell again managed the tickets, assisted by Janet Ed ' ards and a staff of form repre- sentatives; and a great many were sold. Miss Chappell was in charge of the raffles, together with Ruth Osier, Patsy Drake, and Elisabeth Rowlatt. This year we were pre- sented with a great number of gifts to be raffled, for which we were very grateful. A beautiful tea set was donated by Senator Wil- son, one of Tom Thomson ' s pictures was given by Mrs. Southam, a linen dinner set was presented by Mrs. Fauquier, and we were also given a doll, a tea cosy, two pounds of chocolates, and a plant. Tea was in charge of Miss May and Aliss Zysset, helped by Margaret Hardy and Anna Cameron, and in spite of the shortage of tea and sugar, enough was saved from the mis- tresses ' and girls ' rations to give the guests a very enjoyable tea. Candy was again under the efficient manage- ment of Miss Adams, assisted by Lois David- son at the head of an able committee. Most of the candy was donated, and the sale was very brisk. Jam and cookies were also sold at the candy table. The handicraft table was under the super- vision of Mademoiselle Juge assisted by Paula Peters. Many gay things were made for the table by the boarders, and some knitted baby clothes were taken out of the house collec- tions and proved a great attraction. The white elephant table, as arranged by Miss MacDonald, with Janet Caldwell and Philipoa AlcLaren as her helpers, looked very attractive, and a brisk trade was kept up there. The book stall was managed by Miss Wood and Suzanne A ' less, and a varied collection of books was offered for sale. Miss Dickie, Mrs. Knight, and the junior forms arranged a fish pond and a monkey house in the hall, which were a great amuse- ment to the younger guests. A new feature this year was a guessing weight competition, in which each competitor guessed the weight of a delectable-looking iced Christmas cake, presented by iMiss Dixon. The boarders ' cloak-room was changed into a check-room, very efficiently operated by Miss Wood and the members of VC. Two plays were presented during the course of the afternoon:— the Nightingale play Guest House, Very Exclusive ; and a charm- ing play of the Nativity, which had been written by themselves, was presented by IVB and IVC under the direction of Miss Graham. The school was charmingly decorated in gay colours by Joan Paterson, Betty Caldwell, Paula Peters, and Anna Cameron. p THE ROOFS OF PEKING The roofs of Peking are beautiful, W onderfidly carved and made. Underneath, the coolies will pull Rickshaivs with gold inlaid. The roofs with dragons standing by. Silver, marble, bronze and gold. All kinds of roofs against the sky On palaces, teiiiples of old. Brick walls siirroimding the temples- Above, the roofs of blue tiles. The svn shining over the courtyard. Over the city for luiles and miles. The gold-coloured tiles live on palaces, While dragons hold lanterns at night. And the coolies are all going home to bed Until morning comes with light. Elizabeth Oi.iver-Bellasis, IV A Fry

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SAMARA 19 Excuse me for interrupting. You aren ' t a water-nymph, are you? he said half ironically. Of course not. Water-nymphs are much prettier. But do come and paddle. To his own surprise, he did. The water was cold and clear, and together they tried to catch the darting minnows in their palms. Using leaves as boats was fun and their laughter rang clear through the wood. He showed her how to play ducks and drakes, and they watched the smooth stones leaping over the pool ' s bright surface. When they felt the pangs of hunger, they wended their way to the village and had their meal under the shade of the old copper beech at the stone house. The soldier teased the old lady who owned the house and, as they left, she presented them with a bunch of violets. Through the air came the deep sound of a church bell, and they made their way to the - little grey-lichened church. It had an old- fashioned, creaking gate and the stained-glass windows made patches of colour on the floor. This was perfect happiness and they felt as though they had been there all their lives. Spring flowers spread a perfume over the church. In the village general store they bought some packets of food. The little old man who owned the store thought, What a happy pair! Have they ever known sadness? Supper was eaten in a farmer ' s clover field, honeyed and downy. They watched the gangly colt, with his soft, woolly coat, frisk- ing about at the end of the field on his un- steady legs. The spring lambs next door played together without knowledge or thought of the future. Towards sunset time a farmer came along with a rumbling cart, his horse looking for- ward to home and bed. He stopped and offered them a lift, which they took although they didn ' t know where they were going. They got off at a deserted farm house, that was still in good repair and made themselves comfortable for the night. It was a warm night, and outside, as the earth went to sleep. the pine trees sighed. As they fell asleep, they both thought it had been the happiest day of their lives. Late at night, a lost German bomber strayed from its course and dropped a bomb on the cottage, blowing it to bits. Nobody knew who had been there. They had been given a space of happiness in their drab lives and now had gone to a better, happier world. A wilted, brown snowdrop chain lay by the brook next day. Anne ProtheroEj V C Keller FOOLED Whei2 an April day in February shoivs a stmling face, Entirely out of character and sweetly out of place, Whe?i all the birds start singing and the sun begins to shine, And all the breezes hum a tune when I had thought they ' d whine. Then 1 wonder, ' ■ ' ■A?J7 I dreaming? Can this lovely day be true? Shall I find sovie pavement, or the terrace breaking through? Will sticky buds be fooled as well, and break through bark of trees, Or daffodils awake too soon ajid rouse the sleeping bees? ' ' When I wake expecting winter and think spring has come instead, Vm April ' s fool who looks and finds that winter is ahead! Anne Chisnell, V B Keller

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prefect antr omt g enior iSotes; Betty Caldwell A light to guide, a rod to check the erring and reprove Betty has been Head Girl of Elmwood this year, and a very good one, if we do say so ourselves! Every morning at 8.53 on the dot, her familiar shout can be heard through the cloakroom — The second bell is going, everybody! We are led to believe, by the odd remark, that the farm, Prescott, and the Burg have lost none of their charm in the last year. Each Monday evening, she is busy learning first aid and home nursing, and wearing her uniform at a St. John Ambulance Nursing Division drill. Her chief ambition is to be first at the scene of an accident just to see what I would do . She has other interests which lie outside the bounds of the school, chiefly concerning Jimmy Stewart and the Navy, Army and Air Force. Bets is headed for A4cGill next year, come what may, and we wish her the best of luck and happiness in the future. Joan Paterson came I saw . . . a?id now Vm leaving Joanie, this year ' s Head of Nightingale, is the sole person taking her full Senior and the honour or fate of Elmwood rests on her shoulders. To most of the school she appears to be the silent type , but the members of the sitting room know better! The school got a great shock the first Monday after Christmas when Miss Paterson appeared in something other than her school tunic (of course Joanie has other clothes besides her tunic!) ... It was the uniform of the St. John Ambulance Brigade, and she looks very smart in it. The name Joanie P is becoming quite famous. Her niece is name d after her Aunty, also one of Caldwell ' s Jerseys, and the latest to acquire the name is a jeep somewhere in England. This is Joanie ' s fourth and final year, with University awaiting her in September. Good luck, Joanie! Janet Caldwell ' ' It ' s so peaceful in the country . . . . ' Jan is the only Fry member of the sitting room but she manages to more than hold her own against Nightingale and Keller. She and our Prescott member can usually be found arguing whether Higher and Higher was shown in Carleton Place before it was shown in Prescott or whether Prescott ' s war bond quota is higher than that of Carleton Place. So far Carleton Place is in the lead. Jan says her heart belongs to her new collie pup. Kiltie, but we know better! Between cadets, guides and the management of Fry, Jan is kept very busy but she always has a smile for us. She will be back next year, and we wish her the best of luck.