Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA JUNE, 1950 " SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL " — Browning ELMWOOD FROM THE GROUNDS .J SAMARA 3 " Summa Summarum " " Summa Summarum, Highest of the High " , This has been our motto As the days go by; And in the years ahead of us, No matter where we roam- Though far away from Elmwood, Though far away from home- Let us not forget it: You remember; so will I, " Summa Summarum, Highest of the High " . Diane Boyd, VI Matric. Keller EDITORIAL A s WE, the graduating class, stand on the threshold of a new life, it is necessary A that we think seriously of the evils that beset our present world, and decide X. A-now what is to be our position in the future scheme of events. Shall we be great leaders or followers? Only time can tell. But we can decide now whether or not we shall be good citizens of the democracy which our forefathers valued so highly that they gave their lives to preserve it. And it is up to us, the generation about to take its place as citizens of the world, to value this trust and guard it well from any interference by an alien country that might wish to see us enslaved within the bonds of a subversive doctrine, a doctrine that would crush and kill all the truths that we hold to be self-evident. This is truly an " age of obliteration " . We have seen within our time the discovery and use of the atomic bomb, a weapon, we thought, to end all weapons. But man is foreve r searching, it seems, for ways to shorten his brief stay on earth, and now he has produced a final, more deadly discovery, the hydrogen bomb. It is baffling for us to conceive why man should search and work so diligently, only in the end to bring about the extinction of his own race. But it is too late now to bemoan that fact: now is the time for us to take steps to prevent forever the use of this deadly weapon. Winston Churchill has rightly called our present situation " the two worlds " . On one side we have our democracy — government of the people by the people — and opposed to this is the Communist state whose object is the victory of Communism throughout the world. Our leaders and diplomats have tried repeatedly to bring about an understanding, all through the harrowing period of the cold war, with a country that uses compromises and agreements only to 4 SAMARA destroy those with whom they compromise and agree. Therefore now is the time for us to pull our heads out of the sand, and mobilise our forces, remembering that weakness on our part invites attack by Communist power. It is our duty to those men who bought so dearly our four freedoms, with their very lives, to be ever prepared and ever vigilant. It has been said that our democratic world must know its enemy. But what is more important, we must know ourselves; and what is yet more important, we must realize that our freedom and strength are one, for without freedom we cannot have strength and without strength we can never hope to preserve freedom. We have said that we cherish our freedom so greatly that we would give our lives to preserve it. But the question " What is life without freedom? " takes on a new meaning when there is a future prospect of no life at all. How then do we feel about defending a free society if to defend freedom is to risk all life? This is a question which we of the new generation must carry in our minds, searching deeply in our hearts for the right answer. Let us never be war-mongers, but let us also not be blind fools, coasting along blithely in a dream world which we have built around ourselves, only to awaken with a start to find, too late, that all our illusions are fast crumbhng. But above all, let us pray God for some deliverance out of the most troubled time the world has yet known. Our earth has survived two devastating world wars. It is up to us to see that she is not plunged into the deadly chasm of another. A LTHOUGH Nightingale did not excel in stars last year, we hope to regain our - former standard once more, for we were second at Christmas and are working very hard. We were sorry that there were no House Plays this winter but we come second in the House Collections for which everyone in Nightingale worked very dili- gently. We were happy to welcome to the house this year Miss Tyrrell, Miss Hudson, Miss Shand, Mrs. Grierson, and also a number of new girls. To those who are leaving Elmwood this June we say goodbye and wish them the best of luck in all they do. House Members Mary Code, Head of House; Sallie AlcCarter, Head Girl; Judy Nesbitt, Prefect; Christian Nothnagel, Monitor; Norma Baird, Margaret Boehm, Roberta Bradshaw, Margaret Cameron, Jo-Anne Davis, Eleanor Hamer, Catherine Hees, Leslie Ann Jackson, Alarilyn Jeckell, Alison Mackenzie, Joan McAvity, Sandra McKee, Sylvia Ricci, Frances Schul- man, Virginia Shurly. Senior Basketball Norma Baird, Mary Code, Leslie Ann Jack- son, Marilyn Jeckell, Sallie McCarter, Judy Nesbitt. Junior Basketball Margaret Boehm, Margaret Cameron, Eleanor Hamer, Jo-Anne Davis, Alison Mac- kenzie, Sylvia Ricci. Senior Badminton Judy Nesbitt, 1st singles; Mary Code, 2nd singles. Norma Baird, Leslie Ann Jackson, doubles. Junior Badminton Alison Mackenzie, singles; A4argaret Boehm, Eleanor Hamer, doubles. Senior Badminton L. Jackson N. Baird J. Nesbitt M. Code Junior Badminton E. Hamer M. Boehm A. MacKenzie NIGHTINGALE HOUSE L. Jackson N. Baird Senior Basketball M. Jeckell J. Nesbitt S. McCarter M. Code M. Boehm F. Schulman Junior Basketball E. Hamer A. MacKenzie N. Cameron S. Ricci m KELLER HOUSE Senior Basketball S. Tho mas W. Quain B. Alexandor P. Knowlton D. Boyd O. Castillo Junior Basketball W. Gilchrist E. Wijkman S. Setton L. Mayburry J. Woollcombe S. Macoun SAMARA 7 Celled Jtau6 J latel IN September we welcomed Miss Hull and seven new girls into our midst. All soon became staunch members of Keller and along with the old members, began imme- diately to live up to our House motto— " Fair Play " ' . Thanks to the zealous efforts of all the House, we won the House Collections, and are ahead in stars, so far. The sports this year are under the efficient supervision of Pat Knowlton and Diane Boyd, who is also Sports Captain of the whole school. Everyone enters into all sports most energetically, and as a result we won the Senior Basketball, coming second in the Junior. After keen competition, we managed to obtain first place in the inter- house matches. I should like to thank all members of Keller for their diligent efforts, both in their work and on the playing field, to bring success to our House. By always working extremely hard, they have lived up to, not only our House motto, but also to that of the school— " Summa Summarum " . House Members Head of House— Betsy Alexander. House Seniors— Gail Baird, Patricia Knowlton. Monitors— Wendy Quain, Diane Boyd. Olga Castillo, Joan Fagan, Felicity Giles, Wendy Gilchrist, Patricia Heeney, Sheila Macoun, Sheila McCormick, Lynne May- burry, Mary Frances Matthewman, Sarita Set- ton, Shirley Thomas, Elizabeth Wijkman, Jen- nifer Woollcombe. Staff Members— Mademoiselle Juge, Miss Ad- dams, Miss MacLean, Miss Hull, Mr. Mc- Tavish. KELLER HOUSE TEAMS Senior Basketball Forwards, Diane Boyd, Pat Knowlton, Betsy Alexander; Guards, Wendy Quain, Shirley Thomas, Olga Castillo. Junior Basketball Forwards, Sheila Macoun, Jennifer Wooll- combe, Sarita Setton; Guards, Elizabeth Wijk- man, Lynne Mayburry, Felicity Giles, Wendy Gilchrist. Senior Badminton Singles: Pat Knowlton, Wendy Quain. Doubles: Diane Boyd, Betsy Alexander. Junior Badminton Singles: Sheila Macoun. Doubles: Shirley Thomas, Lynne Mayburry. A Quick Change The racket is deafening, with the slam of the door. Pencils, erasers, and books on the floor. The occupants shouting and running upstaii ' s. Sprawled on the desks and jumping on chairs. Now silence descends, while pencils and books Are retrieved from the floor, and with innocent looks The orderly class for attention hard strives As the formidable presence of teacher arrives. W. Quain, VI Matric. Keller 8 SAMARA THIS year Fry House found itself entirely w ithout any seniors, the highest officers being in VI Matric. However, this ab- sence of hierarchy makes us an extremely democratic house, with the most Junior mem- ber pulling her weight with the most Senior. The year started somewhat slowly with our knitting team coming in last in the House Collections, and our Junior Basketball team last in the Inter-house Basketball matches. How- ever, matters looked up as the Senior Basket- ball team came second in the Senior matches. We are pleased to note Fry members won the school Badminton Senior Singles and Junior Doubles. In the Inter-house Badminton Tour- naments, Fry seniors came second and— allow me to express thankfulness— our Juniors came first. House Members House Head— Mary Burns. Sports Captain— Rhonna Curtis. House Senior— Judy MacLaren. Staff A ' liss Dixon, Mrs. Gates, Aiiss Greaves, Miss Richardson, Miss Smith. House Mary Burns, Sheila Cabeldu, Olga Caval- canti, Janet Chapman, Rhonna Curtis, Diana Fraser, Judy Hargreaves, Janet Lawson, Eloisa iMadraz, Judy AlacLaren, Nancy McAvity, Marion Mackenzie, Terry Paes, Lambie Steven, Hope Wolfendale. Senior Basketball Team Centre forward: Eloisa Madraz, forwards: Judy MacLaren, Marion Mackenzie; centre guard: Mary Burns; guards: Judy Hargreaves, Diana Fraser. Junior Basketball Team Centre forward: Rhonna Curtis; forwards: Sheila Cabeldu, Nancy McAvity; centre guard: Janet Lawson; guards: Olga Cavalcanti, Janet Chapman. Senior Badminton Team Singles: First, Marion Mackenzie; Second, Judy MacLaren. Doubles: Eloisa Madraz, Mary Burns. Junior Badminton Team Singles: Rhonna Curtis. Doubles: Janet Lawson, Sheila Cabeldu (substitute for N. McAvity). The Lonely Rider Over the barren desert land. Through the wavy sea of sand, A lonely rider comes in sight; He has been travelling day and night. His camel too looks thin and worn; They must have passed through many a storm. I called to him as he drew near. But not an answer did I hear. I watched amazed as he drew nigh; But only did I hear a sigh. And then he passed along his way, Travelling, travelling all the day. O ' er the barren desert land. Through the wavy desert land, A lonely rider fades away, And he will travel night and day. Lambie Steven, IVA Fry Senior Badminton Junior Badminton J. MacLaren A. MacKenzie R. Curtis M. Bums E. Madrazo J. Lawson N. MacAvity Senior Basketball Junior Basketball A. MacKenzie M. Burns D. Fraser S. Cabeldu J. Chapman J. Lawson J. Hargreaves E. Madrazo J. MacLaren T. Van Roijen R. Curtis N. MacAvity S A Al A R A 11 Six Matric THIS is your United Elmwood Samara reporter reporting from the Six Matric classroom. Stand by for the news. Political Front Operations on this front have been extreme- ly varied and widespread. They started with Mary Burns being promoted to Monitor and head of her house, Fry. Diane Boyd was elected Sports Captain for the school and, after crushing subversive activities in the cloak-room. Monitor. Judy Hargreaves holds the office of Counsellor at the moment of going to press, and favorable reports are re- ceived concerning her control of Juniors. Political activities reached their peak of inten- sity when Leslie Jackson, the powerful form boss, was defeated by Marion Mackenzie on a platform of less work and more social life. Wendy Quain and Christian Nothnagel are Monitors of the Silent Service of Elmwood— they are not often heard, but their power is felt. Social Column The social activities this season got a good start at the combined 6 Matric— 5A— 6 Upper Form tea. Speeches were made and toasts drunk, but unfortunately your reporter got Coke spilt on her pad and their context has been lost. Two smaller and more Bohemian gatherings were held by 6 Matric and 5A later in the season, but the most elite event of the season (tea with tablecloths and flowers) has not been held yet. The gossip of the Elm- wood Ball is far too extensive to be dealt with in this short column, and will be found else- where. Forecasts Boyd, Diana— Majored from McGill, Ph. Ed., B.A., M.A., Ph.D., R.N. Burns, Mary— According to herself: See PoHce Files. According to us: eminent novelist on high literary plane; her books set for Senior Matric study. Hargreaves, Judy— B.A., M.A., B.Sc. Cam- bridge. Is now M.P. for Farmers of Eastern Canada. Jackson, Leslie— Carleton, Major in Languages. Works as diplomatic spy while studying to be a musician. McAvity, Joan— McGill; graduated in nursing and Good Times. Result: husband and children, who, she maintains, are cheaper by the dozen. Mackenzie, Marion-Carleton, McGill, B.A., M.A., Head professor in Mathematics at Cambridge— famous book " Algebra in ten easy lessons " . Nothnagel, Christian— First class honours from Elmwood. Discreet, calm and unruffled business secretary for large international combine. Quain, Wendy— A.T.C.M., Dom.Sci.; intends to marry agricultural husband and plough roads for Kingsmere. And that brings the news up to the minute, ladies and gentlemen. The time is now 19.50. Dial E.L.W.D. Rockcliffe. VA THIS year we have decided to classify our- selves, for the purpose of our form notes, □nder the following headings— Identifica- tion; Nickname; Favourite Expression; Weak- ness; Pet Aversion; Future. So here we go: Norma Baird-smile; " Master " ; " Oh Dear! " ; food; people who don ' t eat; being another Florence Nightingale. Diana Fraser— muscles; " Bobo " ; " Mama Mia! " ; going out; rules; professional swimmer. Patricia Knowlton — eyes; " Pat " , " Patsy " , " Patty " ; " That ' s for sure! " ; football games; Ottawa Rough Riders losing on Saturday afternoon; going to Rome. Judy MacLaren— legs; " Bubbles " ; " Not so much noise! " ; ice; diets; being in an Ice Show. 12 SAMARA Eloisa Madrazo-hair; " EUie " ; " Mama " ; " Ex- cuse me ladies! " laughing; the Kissing Bandit; Teaching Spanish at Ehnwood. Olga Castillo-freckles; Olga; " Que? " ; sleep- ing; the rising bell; still learning English. VC Jo-Ainie Davis is our form captain, and a very conscientious student. She shares the equestrian skill of the form with Lynne. When asked her ambition, Jo says that she wishes to be a better rider. To this we all reply that she couldn ' t be much better, for she is so good now. Olga Cavalcanti ' ' s main interest, or one of her interests, is ballet, and we usually find Olga doing graceful pirouettes or glissades into her desk. On the other hand she is often getting ready to go to the dentist ' s with many sighs and moans. Her greatest ambition is to be a nurse. Her favourite expression is " In Brazil we do . . . " Ly nne May burr a Kellerite, is vice-captain of the form. One of her pet expressions now is " Holy Dinah! " Lynne has talent in sports and lately she has won many honours in the riding field. Lynne is very quiet in class, but out of class she tells a different tale. Alison Mackenzie is known for getting the mistresses off the track and always has a good story or a joke to tell. She is the only member of the form on the school Basketball team. She is good in Badminton, and her interests run from the dictionary to stamp collecting. Sandra McKee, known as " Grandma " , is usually found strugg ling over the last Latin sentence. She saves us all from many black marks by keeping us in order when we get too noisy. A fai ' .hful member of Nightingale, she is laughed at for her French-Canadian accent when speaking to Mademoiselle. Her ambition is to be a doctor— the poor patient! Tina van Roijen. " 1651, " says Miss Dixon. " Navigation Act, " pipes up Tina. Tina is firm on the Navigation Act, being a loyal upholder of Holland. One of our more quiet class- mates (I query that— Magazine Adviser), she is a member of Fry, and is often to be caught gazing out of the window into space. Elizabeth Wijkman. If you want to know who comes dashing into the room just as the second bell is heard, and who has no pen; who can ' t find her homework books at 3.50 and whose books those are lying under the desk— the answer is Ehzabeth! In studies she ties in close competition with Jennifer. She is a genius at English. Is that why she stays so often after school doing it, we wonder? Hope Woljendale, a member of Fry and a boarder, was the only newcomer we had this year. She was quite timid at first and must have found it hard to get used to the boisterous environment of VC. Jennifer Woollcombe blew into Elmwood in 1944 (poor Elmwood!). She is a loyal sup- porter of Keller. Although she gets a little out of control sometimes, she always manages to come out on top in the examinations. Both she and Elizabeth wrote stories this term to enter for a competition, which left the rest of us gasping! Later we learned that Jennifer won a Second Prize. Congratulations, Jennifer! rvA This year IVA has lived up to its old reputation of being mischievous despite the efforts of our poor form mistress Miss Overall. But we have some new imps as well: Marilyn Jeckell and Janet Chapman whose brains are made of per cent signs; Bobby Brad shaw our amazing writer; Terry Paes who has just written a book entitled " How to Rhumba, Samba and Tango in Three Easy Lessons " ; and last but not least our Eleanor (Home-run) Hamer, baseball fiend. Sarita Setton is still holding the record of being Form Captain longest, and under her stern orders the form quiets down — slightly, for through the door Wendy Gilchrist, Tish Heeney and Marilyn Jeckell can still be seen jittering up and doA n the room in a most peculiar manner. Sylvia Ricci is industriously poring over an English - Spanish dictionary while Shirley Jtead Qvd and P eoU, f 9 9-50 Sallie McCarler: HTP iii!! Sallie, or " Mallie " as she is more commonly called, is our very capable head girl. She spends her time tearing from Algebra lessons to play practices, and between times manages to deplete a staggering amount of homework, while collecting pocket money books in her spare time(?). She is an avid Noel Coward- Danny Kaye fan, and the Senior bath frequently resounds with the opening bars of " Begin the Beguine " , as Cole Porter never wrote it! Her chief worry is her radio, and at the moment of going to press, she has not yet inveigled us into contributing funds to equip it with tubes, and therefore our musical moments are punctuated by long, annoying silences. We still wonder what happened to " John ' s Other Wife " . " Sas " is as yet undecided about her future, but we feel certain that she will make a success in whatever career she chooses to follow. All the best Sallie! Mary Code: " Continuous Cricket " , Sallie ' s capable assistant, is also a prefect. She is head of Nightingale for the second consecutive year, and a valuable member of VI Upper. Mary is the mainstay of the Prefects ' teas; she disappears on Thursday evening with our week ' s pocket money, only to reappear on Friday morning staggering under a delectable load of truffles, cookies and cakes. Mary is the guardian of the hymn list, and any school morning she can be seen scanning hurriedly through the hymn book, searching intently for suitable hymns. She is also the Elmwood " Karsh " , for she is now busily engaged in admonishing unco-operative victims to " watch the birdy " , for pictures for the mag. Next year will find Mary at St. Christopher ' s, England, and we wish her the best of luck in her chosen career! 4 • +1 r Judy Nesbitt: Judy or " Noodie " , is our third member of the sitting room. Her funct ions are the care of pound and daily inspection of the Juniors, which she capably performs day by day. She is an especial favorite of the " talkers " in prayers, for she guards the detention book. Judy is especially adept at sports, and amazes us lesser mortals in the gym class with her prowess on the horse and rings. Although Judy and Mademoiselle may not see eye to eye on the subject of French grammar, she is the star of the Biology class. Next year Carleton will be all the better for her sunny smile and cheerful disposition. , , r Betsy Alexander; Betsy, besides being a prefect, and the energetic head of Keller, is also the sitting-room ' s day girl " reporter " , for she keeps us well informed as to the happenings in the outside world. She also finds time to astound us with her brilliant accomplish- ments in the academic field, and proved her dramatic prowess this year by her capable handling of the romantic lead in the Ashbury-Elmwood play. Betsy ' s friendliness and cheerfulness have made her a favorite throughout the school, and the sitting room would indeed be a dull place without her happy character. Betsy plans to study French this summer at Trois Pistoles and next autumn will find her at McGill, where she is sure to continue on her successful way. Best of luck to you, Betsy! Member of the cig Five in VI Upper is oMr very efficient Form Captain, Gail. It is hard to imagine the peace and serenity that would prevail in the sitting room without her! A very busy House Senior, (apart from all her escapades), Gail is always engaged in duties connected with both the day and the boarding school, and at present she is usually to be found buried under a pile of manuscripts; for she is our frustrated editor of the mag. Lately Gail has proved herself an accomplished actress as well, by her convincing characterization of a professional black- mailer in the Ashbury-Elmwood play. This summer Gail is going to visit Europe, but we have our doubts as to her returning a triUnguist. Anyway, Gail, the best of luck to you, and " bon voyage " . ill ii! 1 kwwv. i: Pat Kiiowlton: It was not too big a surprise to find Pat, winner of the Philpot Token last year, promoted to a House Senior in January, and immediately she began to show her ability as a senior officer. One of Pat ' s hardest jobs is trying to keep the dining room quiet at noon, which task she accomplishes with great competency. She has also organized the advertising in the magazine, and actually claims to have enjoyed " digging for dollars " . Pat is also a very accomplished pianist, playing anything from Bach to Boogie-woogie. Besides music, her pet passions are laughing and catching the six o ' clock Lindenlea streetcar home. Next year will find Pat again at Elmwood, with her sunny smile. Judy MacLaren; Judy began this year as a Monitor, but due to her friendly and efficient disposition, she soon rose to the exalted ranks of a House Senior. A member of Fry, Judy more than fulfills the ideal of her house motto " Friendship to All " . Her main interest at present is her skating, and her chief problem consists of the mastery of a perfect axel. Although Judy ' s forte is not her studies, she is a diligent worker at all times, and a proud member of VA. She is also an earnest worker in the boarding school, and the boarders may attribute their orderly wash cloths and soap dishes to Judy ' s pleasant mania for neatness. Next year Elmwood will again be a well-run school, for Judy expects to return. Lots of luck next year, Judy! M. Burns THE MONITORS, 1949-50 D. Boyd W. Quain C. Nothnagel CANDID CAMERA SHOTS SAMARA 17 Thomas is equally industriously drawing horses on the back of her text books. Virginia Shurly, trying the splits, always gives up at the crucial moment when she sees Joan Fagan doing the windows for four weeks. Lambie Stevens is trying in vain to convince Sarita (who is standing on the teacher ' s chair viewing all of something) that she has been doing the windows for four weeks. Sheila McCorniick is mumbling some ballet to her- self while her feet follow out instructions. We are trying to beat our own record for having the most form teas this year. So far we have had four and we hope to have six if possible. Our form and VC were in the main Christ- mas play this year, " Make-Believe " , by A. A. Milne, which was a great success, thanks to the able direction of Miss Hull, our Dramatics teacher. Upper IVB Our form has had a good year! Form teas, plays and fun galore! There is a bit of discord though, when Susie Brain starts drawing on the blackboard with her " delicate art hand " , as Shirley Anne McKay, form chatterbox, calls it. The pictures are mostly beautiful girls in silks and satins, and when Beverley Brown tries to stop her it isn ' t much use. " Oh, Susan! " pleads Bev. frantically. She is our new super form captain, who is— ahem! —learning to skate, and making a good job of it. Maggie Gill and Marianne Merry are the only boarders in our form, the latter being a new addition. Maggie is crazy about dogs, and spends most of her spare time poring over " Dog World " with Judy Kellock (would-be French expert) and drawing boxers. Betsy Jane Davis, " Lazy Jane " as dubbed by Miss Overall, is our form ' s source of candy and laughs. Shirley Anne McKay and Callie Grant, the inseparables, are the horse-lovers, along with Betsy, and they, with our long- suffering form mistress. Miss Richardson, com- plete Upper IVB. Lower 4B and 4C Will you, just for a moment, step inside the classroom of Lower 4B and 4C? First, may I introduce our charming form mistress, Miss MacLean. To us she is more than a mistress, really an elder sister and is just tops. Now let me introduce each pupil in turn. First comes Lee McKay whose mind seems much distracted from the arithmetic problems she loves so well. The picture going through her mind is probably that of horses. Next is Sandra Drew who is the artist of our form and is also very musical. Right behind Sandra is quiet Michal Crawley. After Michal we come to meet Sandra Graham and then in the second row we find our English girl, Eila Stirling-Hamilton. Eila is one of the best sports you could ever wish to meet. Behind Eila is Ex-vice Form Captain, Andrea Rowley. Next you must meet our form chatterbox, Susannah Clarke. After Susannah is our one and only Rosemary Findlay who is one of our galaxy of stars in the Minto Follies. Now to the third and last row where we meet clever Susie Johnstone who has just skipped from grade four to grade six. And now is our ballet star Karla Krug, who has recently re- ceived toe-shoes. Next is Vicky Brain who is all her name conveys. Last but not least comes our mathematical wizard Cicely Dunn. If there is anyone in our form who ever under- stands Einstein ' s latest theory it will be Cicely, P.S.— The efficient and business-like Form Captain, Julie Gibson, who wrote this, has modestly refrained from mentioning herself! (Mag. Eds.) II and III There are thirteen in our form. Lynn Cas- tanguay is our form captain, and Judy Mansur the vice-captain. Louise Hayley was the dwarf Dopey, in our play, and acted very well. Nancy Glass lives near the school and walks here every day with Wendy Blackburn. Wendy is very good at gym. Susan Green- wood is an English girl and is leaving to go 18 SAMARA back to England. She says she will write to us all. Lauretta Landymore is another English girl. She came new this year. Diana Lawson and Christina Wijkman are day girls too. Diana laughs at everything. Christina has two sisters in school. Jean Garvock also has two sisters in school. Jean is very good at arithmetic. Sally Douglas, Jana Stepan and Lillias Ahearn are the boarders in our form. Jana is a Czech girl and has learned English very quickly. Lilias is very good at Art, and Sally loves arithmetic. This year we made some puppets with Miss Greaves and gave a puppet show. In March our form acted " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " . Sports Captains 1949-50 School— Diane Boyd Fry— Rhonna Curtis Keller— Diane Boyd Nightingale— Judy Nesbitt WHEN we returned to school in Septem- ber we were very sorry to find that Miss Philbrick, our gym mistress for the past three years, had returned to England. We were very pleased however to welcome Miss Overall in her place. Basketball The sports highlight this year again was the basketball game against Hatfield Hall. We played at Kingston in the gymnasium of the Royal Military College; and although we were defeated 23-6, we enjoyed the game immensely and learned a great deal. After the game, the two teams were kindly invited by the Com- mandant to lunch in the College. Before leaving we were shown round the College by the cadets. On the way home, we stopped at Brockville, where a sumptuous tea was very generously provided for us bv Airs. Mac- Laren. The inter-house matches were played as usual in the Fall. Keller won the senior tourn- ament, and Nightingale the intermediate. Later on in the Spring, we are hoping to have a game against the Old Girls. Last year the game was ended by rain at a 12-all draw. Sports Day Sports Day, 1949, was held on June 6th. It was a lovely day— especially for Fry, who won SAMARA J9 the Inter-House Sports Cup. The other win- ners were as follows: Senior Sports Cup— Judy A4cCulloch Intermediate Sports Cup— Janet Lawson Junior Sports Cup— Sarita Setton Preparatory Sports Cup— Lee McKay and Eila Stirling-Hamilton. Inter-house Relay— Fry Badminton Everyone this year seems as much interested in badminton as ever. The school tournaments have been completed with the results- Keller-? Fry-5 Nightingale— 3 The senior singles champion is Marion Mac- kenzie, and the doubles, Pat Knowlton and Wendy Quain. The intermediate singles was won by Alison Mackenzie, and the doubles by Janet Lawson and Nancy McAvity. Gym and Indoor Games Our gym has progressed well this year under Miss Overall ' s good teaching. We have the bars this year also, in addition to our other apparatus. We have learned many exciting new indoor games, such as Swedish Dodge- ball and Continuous Cricket, which are fav- ourites. Skiing and Skating Although at the beginning of the winter there was little snow, in February and early March both day girls and boarders went ski- ing in the park as often as possible. Skating was popular all through the winter, especially with the juniors. Diane Boyd, Sports Captain DRAMATICS this year have been under the very able direction of Miss Hull. While all the Intermediates have taken part in various plays, the Matriculation students, due to their heavy curriculum and much to their disappointment, have been unable to partici- pate. On the morning of December 15, parents were welcomed to the annual Christmas pre- sentation by the Intermediate and Junior school. First on the programme was an ori- ginal play by Form I. The children, having read the story of Kiko, enjoyed it so much that they asked to be allowed to present it on 20 SAMARA the stage. No written script was used, and the attractive sets were made and painted by the children themselves. Their characterizations delighted everyone. Following this a puppet-show was presented by Forms II and III under Miss Greaves ' direc- tion. The puppets, which had been made by the children, provided - much amusement. On the same programme the Intermediates presented the Third Act of the fantasy of " Make-Believe " , by A. A. Milne. This charm- ing performance brought the morning ' s enter- tainment to a close. At Glebe Collegiate Auditorium, on March 10, the combined Ashbury-Elmwood Dramatic Societies presented their annual play directoil by Mr. Belcher. The following is an excerpt from the Ottawa Citizen: " The young thespians kept a large audience weak from suspense and laughter with their present ation of George M. Cohan ' s Two- Act Comedy ' Seven Keys to Baldpate ' . " This sprightly drama deals with a success- ful author of thrillers who makes a wager that he can write a novel in 24 hours. He main- tains all he needs is peace and quiet. The wealthy friend with whom he makes the wager grants him the use of Baldpate House which proves to be everything but a secluded retreat. While the author is supposed to be writing his story but isn ' t, a variety of characters includ- ing thugs, blackmailers, a newspaper woman and a ' chaperone ' collect in the house, provid- ing the thread for a loom of complications and thrills that ends with a surprising twist. " Although this play was an amateur produc- tion it made up in enthusiasm what it may have lacked in histrionic abihty, and the warm re- ception of the audience was only exceeded by the pleasure of the cast in presenting it. The members of the cast wish to thank Mr. Belcher for his able production and keen understand- ing of their difficulties. In March, Elmwood ' s final dramatic presen- tation of the year was made by the Inter- mediate and Junior Dramatics Classes. The Intermediate group presented " Rose La Tulippe " , a legend of French Canada. A splen- did background had been planned and painted by Miss Hull ' s helpers, chiefly Mary Burns, Sheila McCormick and Karla Krug, though many o ' iiers lent a hand too. The groupings in the play were particularly good, as the villagers huddled over the fire exchanging superstitious tales, or feasted hilariously at the table. They danced with such gusto and zest that the audience clapped their appreciation. Among individual performances, mention should be made of Catherine Hees who, with fine sense of movement, overcame the diffi- culty that any girl has in taking a male role, and proved a very dashing and handsome Devil. Diana Eraser played the part of the mother, a bustling housewife, very well, while Norma Baird was as sweet a Rose as anyone could desire. Among the gossips Mary Frances Matthewman was outstanding as she whispered confidentially to her neighbours and gave unwanted advice to Rose ' s mother. Of the two junior plays, " Snow White " was presented by the younger group. The Dwarfs won the hearts of all the audience, and Susan Greenwood made a very charming Snow White, while Judy Mansur acted the Wicked Queen very well. " The Pied Piper of Hame- lin " , played by the other junior group, was in some ways the most memorable play of the afternoon. It had in its cast two outstanding little actresses, Julie Gibson and Judy Kellock, the former as the pursy, self-important mayor, and the latter as the Pied Piper. With splen- did use of gesture and fine speed in delivery of lines, she gave effectively the impression of being an inhabitant of another world, a creature different from the worthy people of Hamelin. Karla Krug looked perfectly the part of little lame Hans, and others who de- serve mention include Cicely Dunn, Andrea Rowley, Shirley Ann McKay, and Beverley Brown. Sheila McCormick ably led the choir who spoke the narrative of the play. THE ASHBURY-ELMWOOD PLAY, 1949— " Hay Fever ' , by Noel Coward ELMWOOD PLAY, 1949— " Pride and Prejudice " SAMARA 23 SALLiE McCarter, our head girl, set a pre- cedent this year by opening the school year as the only Senior boarder. But her fears were greatly calmed by the capable assistance of Gail Baird. who arrived on the horizon one week later, and when Christian Nothnagel arrived from Trinidad in October, the three seniors were strongly united for the new school year. We were glad to welcome, as resident mis- tresses, Miss Overall, our new games ' mistress (who is also a ski enthusiast). Miss Tyrell, our kindly house mistress. Miss Hudson, our effi- cient matron, and Miss Noad, secretary. Later in the year Miss Shand, former head mistress of St. Hilda ' s, Calgary, offered to be our assistant head mistress and she quickly became a favourite with us all. We shall not soon forget the green " manners " books, with the yellow daffodil on the cover— Elmwood colours. We are indebted to Miss Overall and Miss Smith for the Friday evening movies in the hall. They certainly helped to while away many weary hours in an interesting and edu- cational fashion. This year as the editors drew up the board- ers ' calendar (with the help of Sallie ' s diary), we were surprised to notice that our school year had been pleasantly full of events which w e had not realized at the time. Rudolf the Red-nosed Reindeer and Mr. and Mrs. Santa Claus were present at our Annual Christmas pyjama party, and we all wish to thank Mr. and Mrs. Buck for the lovely Christmas tea at which we all heartily sang carols. Due to the lack of snow, there were no skiing pilgrimages to Wakefield, but we did go a few times to the park. This year ' s Tremblay Concerts were much enjoyed by our music lovers, and we also at- tended the Junior Theatre and the ballet. The Ashbury dances, too, provided a bright spot in our hves, and we wish to thank the mistresses who escorted and waited up for those invited. Through the kindness and ingenuity of the Juniors, we were twice entertained by plays 24 SAMARA which they wrote and directed themselves. Aluch talent was noted, and we hope they keep up their fine work. We also enjoyed a good dancing display organized and presented by the three ballet enthusiasts. On Nov. 10 and Mar. 17 both boarders and day girls were pleasantly entertained in the evening by the Old Girls who showed movies, and later we all enjoyed refreshments; many thanks to the Old Girls for their thoughtful- ness. For several of us this is our last year as Elm- wood boarders, and as we look back over the years of studies and fast friendships, we hope that we have done our bit to uphold the Elm- wood tradition of " Summa Summarum— High- est of the High " . THIS has been a very enjoyable year for the art students. We are lucky enough to have Mr. Masson back with us, and, under him, our very talkative art class has been coming along superbly. This term we moved to a new address, the VI Matric-VA classroom and we have happily set up house there. That floor seems to have a supernatural attraction for paint! We went down to the Art Gallery to see how we ought to paint and really en- joyed ourselves learning. So far this year, Mr. Masson ' s requests for pictures of rainy streets have not met with the usual opposition. Now we are looking forward very much to sketch- ing when balmier breezes start blowing. Catherine Hees By Sheila McCormick SAMARA 27 OU Qi W Mated. Engaged Paula Peters to Howard Coxon Barbara Soper to James McGowan Married Norma Wilson to James Davis Joan Paterson to Ayton Keyes Jayne Viets (Old Girl) to George Perley- Robertson (Old Boy) Elizabeth Newcombe to Earl Mayo Diana Wilson to John Newton— living in Sher- brooke, Quebec Lois Davidson to Albert (Bert) Lawrence Susan Edwards to Eric Cochrane— living in Halifax, N.S. Peter Viets (Old Boy) to Elizabeth Johnson Joyce Haney to John Good Elizabeth Gilchrist to Christopher Simmons- living in London, England Frances Bell to Millar Mason Births Gaye (Douglas) Packard— a daughter— lives in Pointe Claire, Quebec Liz (Kenny) Thornton— a daughter— lives in England Winifred (Cross) Ogle— a son— living in Malta Norma (Wilson) Da vies— a daughter— living in England Beatrice (Black) Lambe— a daughter Ethel (Southam) Toller— a son Janet (Caldwell) Masters— a daughter Jeanne (Bryson) Hutchison— a son Nancy (Paterson) McFarlane— a daughter Mackie (Edwards) Hertz— a daughter Moved Alison (Cochrane) Connelly to Winnipeg Gill (German) Frewer from Victoria to Hali- fax with her husband and two sons. Her husband is captain of the " MicMac " . Mary (Hanson) Price to Vancouver Joan (Somerville) Cross to England Nancy (Haultain) Nation to Chilliwack Diana Warner and her husband are living in England Nancy McFarlane to Hawkesbury. General News Patsy Drake and Diana Laird are working in Montreal. Margaret Ann McKee is working in the Do- minion Observatory. Anne Davies is working for The Children ' s Aid in Ottawa. Anne Powell is a lab. technician at the Royal Victoria Hospital. Elizabeth Paterson is at Queen ' s. Martha Bate is in her last year at Bennett Junior College. Jean Elliot is at Mount Vernon. Ann Edwards is at Carleton. Angela Christensen, Daphne Wurtele, Phillipa McLaren and Margaret McLaren are at McGill University. Carol MacLaren is at Skidmore. Mary Wurtele is at McGill School for Nurses on a V.O.N, scholarship. Wendy Hughson, Margaret Bronson and Bar- bara Gibson are at the University of Toronto. Judy McCuUock is at Bryn A4awr. Betty Carter " Beat the Champs " and won a set of the " Books of Knowledge " . Mabel (Dunlop) Hees, Janet (Southam) Mc- Tavish, Ethel (Southam) Toller, Cairine Wilson and Betty (Fauquier) Gill are new Governors of Elmwood. Jidia (MacBrian) Murphy is doing an excellent job as co-director and producer of the Junior Theatre, the newest of her many successes in the dramatic field. 28 SAMARA Jacqueline {Workman) Hyland has also brought credit to Elmwood dramatic training by her outstanding performance in several of the Canadian Repertory The- atre plays. Though not a member of the regular company, she joins them occasion- ally to play a leading part. Ami Cameron has also been with the Canadian Repertory Theatre all winter. Here she has proved herself an excellent actress and given many of us a " we knew her when— " feeling. We were duly proud to read in a recent programme write-up of her: " Her first interest in drama was developed here in Ottawa at Elmwood School. " Abroad Diana Gill is studying at the Sorbonne. Claire Perley-Robertson and Ann Powell are going over to Europe together this spring. Ogden Blackburn is going on an extended tour with her mother. 3n iWemoriam ELIZABETH BURROUGHS SIFTON Betty Sifton ' s untimley death came as a great shock to us all. At assembly the morning after the news had been received, the staff and present girls stood for a brief period in silent tribute to her memory. Mrs. Buck spoke of Betty Sifton ' s great contribution to Elmwood. An exceptional student and an outstanding Head Girl, her qualities of leadership were an influence for good throughout the school. She will be remembered too as having composed the words of the school song. After specializing in languages at the University of Toronto, she travelled widely in Europe and North America. During recent years she lived in New York where she was, for some time, editorial writer for the New York Post. At the time of her death she was engaged in writing a book on political theory. Proud of being an Elmwoodian, Betty never lost touch with her old school and only last Christmas Mrs. Buck received her usual message of greeting. Courageous and vital always, the memory of her intrepid spirit will live on in the hearts of all who knew her. SAMARA 29 ke Slmiuood Ball SOME sage has wisely said " Everything comes to him who waits " , and this truth has aptly been proved this year, when Elmwood held its first formal dance in ten years. When we re-assembled for another school year in September, the chief plank in the platform of the new officers was " An Elm- wood formal " . Needless to say, the school body was in unanimous approval, and with such a strong surge of popularity, what could go astray? Months before the great event committees were formed and as the days flew by, the decorating committee began to tear its hair. Then came another more world-shaking ques- tion: " I say old thing, have you got a partner? " Corridors resounded with the perennial cry, and one disconsolate lass was known to set a new record by ' phoning ten unattached boys in one evening. At last this crisis too was set- tled by the calm, unhysterical officers who re- fused to let this small problem shake them, and rose majestically to meet the occasion, pro- ducing men out of hats, as it were. Finally came D-day: classes were got through by the studious who deigned to at- tend, and somehow 6.00 p.m. arrived. In the boarding school rigid bath schedules were posted by grim-faced monitors, which were carried out (the schedules that is) with hardly any mishaps. Seniors waded through fields of small Juniors who demanded the dubious hon- our of helping(?). In spite of this aid, all the girls were dressed by 9.00, and floated down- stairs with palpitating hearts. The escorts waited below in the hall, and after moving through the receiving line, walked slowly into the ballroom! What a transformation! Horses, ropes and rings were pushed aside, and the hall was instead adorned with trees, tinsel and imitation snow. Girls smiled condescendingly as their escorts stopped at the door, open- mouthed with amazement. Such a spectacle had not been seen before within the portals of Elmwood. As the evening passed, to the haunting strains of Al Costi ' s orchestra, many escorts were heard to murmur that Elmwood had in- deed surpassed itself. Then, all too quickly came 1.00, and as the King was sounded, to the graduating class came the realization that the long-awaited event had finally taken place and all was over! Before With nervous trepidation And anxious preparation And romantic inclination And our ball gowns neatly hooped— After With corsages hanging limply And our poor feet killing— simply, Our sweet faces smeared and pimply. We look absolutely — pooped! 30 SAMARA Prize-Winning Story in Story Competition McDonald rose heavily from his chair before the old stove and limped across the room to the diminishing pile of wood. Then, laden with two heavy logs, he returned to his position in the chair and, pushing the logs into the fire, leaned back with a sigh of contentment. McDonald was contented. He was, al- though isolated from all civilization, happy to spend his old age in this northern outpost, trapping during the winter and, in the sum- mer, selling his furs. He had been secretly glad when, upon awaking that morning, he had found that he could not go to his traps because of the blizzard that raged outside— the blizzard that blocked the very passage from his door to the wood-shed not thirty feet away. But now he looked at the few meagre logs remaining in the corner of his shack. He remained a few minutes more by the stove, but suddenly realizing that he was falling asleep, he pushed himself up from the chair and hobbled over to his coat. It was only by the exercise of a great deal of determina- tion, and also by reminding himself of the fact that he would freeze if his fire went out, that McDonald decided to brave the storm to fetch the badly-needed logs for the fire. With a last longing look into the room, he thrust open the door, only to be met with a steel- cold blast from the north. And it was with great difficulty that he was able to pull it closed behind him— to preserve what heat there was left in the cabin. Once out in the fury of the storm, he attempted to walk in the direction of the shed, but was beaten back against the door. He was preparing to fight his way through the storm when the awful truth dawned on him. He had left the key to the door inside the cabin! His heart beat faster now, and his breath- ing became more difficult. With trembling hands he tried the handle— and in vain. He threw his weight against the door. Again and again he tried, but to no avail. It had been built to withstand the terrific strain of the wind and could be opened by no mean force. Slowly he made his way around to the side of the cabin, the side where the window was. It was high and small but McDonald in his torment thought of it as a possible entrance to the hut. But upon reaching it he found that he could only touch the bottom of the indentation by jumping. After several frenzied jumps and clawings to reach the window, he fumbled his way around to the door again. His one hope now lay in getting to the shed and lighting a fire there. The snow was deep and the wind swept it with such furious gusts that the shed was now completely hidden. Slowly he worked his way through the drifts in its direction, but the snow made passage almost impossible. He tried to keep walking into the wind as the shed was in that direction, but it seemed to him that the course of the wind kept changing and as a result he now found himself com- pletely lost. Now as his steps faltered, the piercing cold penetrated his clothing. He knew he must keep moving, for to stop would mean certain death. Driving himself onward, he fought desperately to overcome the exhaustion that threatened to draw him into a sleep. Groping through the drifts he finally stumbled and SAMARA 31 sank to his knees. It was in vain that he tried to rise, and he fell forward into the soft snow. The following spring a fellow trapper, passing by McDonald ' s cabin, decided to stop in and see him. Receiving no answer to his knock and concluding that the old man had already left to sell his furs, the half-breed started around by the other side of the cabin, but he froze in his tracks. There before him, he saw the figure of a man lying prostrate on the ground. It was old McDonald. The trapper, anxious to search the cabin for possible loot, went over to the door. On finding it locked, he investigated the pockets of the dead man, and extracted from one of them, from a corner where it had been missed by panicky fingers— the key of the cabin! Rhonna Curtis, VB Fry Highly Commended in Story Competition I REMEMBER shc was never considered by us as " one of the gang " but just as a plain and uninteresting girl who always seemed to keep to herself, although when I think of it now, not through much fault of her own, but more because of our sort of snobbishness. Her freckled face with its expressionless blue eyes, turned-up nose and small tight mouth, was framed by straight brown hair, and wore a rather wistful look as if she wanted to " belong " but was too shy. Whenever one of us decided to make fun of somebody, she always turned out to be the victim. Maybe it was because we were never afraid of a rebuke from her. It seemed to give us a triumphant and powerful sensation to be able to say anything at her expense and have no fighting back. I can remember my thirteenth birthday when my mother had a party for me. My joy was rather dampened for a moment when I learned that she was being invited, but it didn ' t bother me as long as all the gang could come. During the party, my mother, having dis- covered she was missing, sent me off " , much to my disgust, to look for her. I found her kneeling by the radio listening to a piano recital of some kind. I ' ll never forget the change that had come over her; her eyes were a bright blue and her face was flushed— it was the first time I had ever seen her really happy. Soon she was taking piano lessons and it became a great source of amusement at school to say scornfully, " She ' s at her music lesson, " or else, " She can ' t come because she ' s practising She never seemed to mind and soon her indifference began to take the joy out of teasing. Finally she was left alone and it was very seldom we were bothered with her at all. In fact, the only time we ever saw her was in class, where she was by no means an outstanding pupil, but sat in her seat in the front row as quiet as a mouse, and at three- thirty she would rush off to her music lessons. The next thing we heard, she was playing in a small recital being held by her music teacher. As can well be imagined, it certainly caused no great stir among us and it was with much reluctance that I was finally persuaded into attending that recital by my persistent mother who thought it would be nice for her to have a class-mate in the audience. My first thought on realizing there was no way out of it, was to get some of my friends to join me in my misery. After a great deal of argument and bribing with candy, they were forced, much against their wills, to accom- pany me. 32 SAMARA We arrived early and squirmed noisily in our seats, determined to make ourselves as obnoxious as possible. This amused us for a while but the novelty of it soon wore off. Then the curtain rose, and we decided to quiet down, not as much from politeness as from exhaustion. We sat through ten or fifteen minutes, during which we were fascinated by one pupil who got stage-fright and ran off the stage. Finally, our class-mate appeared and stumbled awkwardly as she sat down on the bench. I remember looking down the row of class-mates, getting ready to gloat over her mistakes. One made the remark about how short her dress was and a few of us giggled. As if she heard us, she pulled it self-con- sciously over her knees. She poised her hands over the keys, looked at them for a moment, then started to play. Her mastery was com- pl ete. We forgot the short dress and plain face. Instead of stumbling through her piece as we had expected she would, this girl brought forth beautiful music from the piano. I looked down the row of my friends to meet their shame-faced glances. We were humbled to realize that the girl we had treated with such scorn and ridicule had a gift that one day the world would envy. W. QuAiN, VI Matric. Keller Highly Commended KcUluf OK IT WAS a damp dreary day in the year 1635, early in December, when Kathy first saw the light of day. She was born in a large house in London built in the Renaissance style, which at that time was a very fashionable style as it had just been introduced. It was in this house that Kathy or Katharine Constance Stirling, spent the first ten years of her life. Whether the fact that the astrologers had said that the particular day on which she was born was unlucky, had anything to do with her later life, only time can tell. She was a delicate baby and during her first few months in the world it was a continual struggle to save her life. When only a few weeks old a plague in the neighbourhood somehow crept into the household. For days the tiny infant lay feverish in her crib while her delicate mother seldom left her side. After several weeks the fever left Kathy as quickly as it had come, but her patient mother who had cared for her had evidently been too close to her baby and the dread disease caught her into its deadly clutches. As Lady Stirling lay dying, Kathy ' s father did all he could for his pretty wife. Doctor Paget was summoned to her bed every time she Story Competition Ute, Kin uttered a sound. But, though Doctor Paget had studied and knew a great deal more about the body than most other doctors of the time, his knowledge was scanty and filled in with superstitions. He consulted the position of the stars and many of his so-called cures were more harmful than the disease itself. Slowly she faded away and one night, after blessing her baby she passed away. So Kathy was left motherless at the age of three months. On account of this early illness she was always a very delicate child. Because of this she was definitely spoiled by all members of the household. As Katharine grew older she was a constant companion to her father. This was an unusual thing. Sir John had inherited his father ' s title and since the death of his wife had taken quite an interest in writing. He missed the companionship of his wife and spent much time with his only child. It was in his study that Kathy got what little education she had. Sir John, being a man of letters, wished his daughter to know how to read and spell, though few ladies of the time knew how. One of the first people who came into her life was her nurse, Greta. She was a rather plump redfaced woman whom Kathy could S A A ' l A R A 33 go crying to when in trouble. With Greta, Katharine took her daily walk, sometimes along the narrow, filthy streets of London. Because she lived in a large house which had a small amount of land attached to it, she had more place to play than most children living in London. As Kathy walked along the streets she took an interest in everything that was going on around her. The high narrow houses with the upper stories projecting over lower ones kept the sunlight from penetrating into the filthy streets reeking with the smell of garbage. People wandering around at night were often waylaid by thieves, so it was dangerous as well as unpleasant. This was the state of London in 1645 when Kathy was ten years old. During this time a war was being fought between the Cavaliers and the Roundheads. The Roundheads, under Cromwell, were winning and had just had an overwhelming victory at Naseby. So all of England was, at this time, in a turmoil. One day when she was sitting in her father ' s study while he was working, a knock was heard on the door and Greta burst in. A messenger had come from the King de- manding Sir John to appear before him at once. Immediately Sir John grabbed his low, broad-brimmed hat and started out. King Charles was not a man to be kept waiting! While her father was gone she wondered what the King would want him for. He was a loyal supporter and was on the King ' s side. The only thing on which he didn ' t agree with the King was on his attitude towards Parlia- ment sometimes, but Sir John had been very careful about stating any of his views. Kathy hoped he wouldn ' t bring bad news when he came home. Darkness drew on but Sir John didn ' t return. Kathy was worried, and when a mes- senger arrived late at night bringing her a message that her father had been put in the Tower for treason, her fears were realized. She knew the chances of release from the famous Tower of London were few and far between, so it is certain that she went to her heavily-curtained bed with a very sad heart. During the next few weeks things changed a lot for Katharine. Several days after Sir John ' s imprisonment, the rest of the household moved to a smaller and less pretentious house. The house they moved to was just outside London. It was half-timbered, and the rooms were smaller. It had very poor windows. Kathy lived here for two years. She seldom heard anything about her father except from a friend of one of the servants who was a guard at the Tower. He told Katharine that Sir John was as well as could be expected and sent his love and said she was never to give up hope. But Kathy wasn ' t the kind of girl who could just sit hoping for something which was almost impossible. She had to do some- thing. Slowly a plan took shape in her mind. She was going to get her father out of the Tower, if it was at all possible. The first thing to do was to get into the Court somehow. Then she would explain, she thought, that her father was a loyal supporter of the King. She would leave for Westminster the next day. When Kathy set out she didn ' t know what obstacles would beset her on her quest. It took all her powers of persuasion to get the guard to let her enter. It was seldom that a girl of twelve was allowed to enter, but when she explained why she was there the kind- hearted guard took an interest in this little darkhaired girl who took her mission so seriously. Her next step was to get into the Council Chamber where the King was sitting with his advisers. She told the guards who were at the door of the Chamber, that she absolutely must see the King. The guards were very amused and somehow it happened that they were especially nice so they let Kathy in. When she started out she had so much courage and had a long sophisticated speech prepared to say to the King. Now, standing at the door of the Council Chamber, she lost all her courage and forgot her planned speech. She felt very small and insignificant as the 34 SAMARA eyes of all the advisers turned and peered at her from under their long hair which hung over their shoulders. Slowly she went for- ward. She knew that every one was looking at her, wondering why she was there. Several of the courtiers rose to lead her away but the King stopped them and beckoned Kathy to come forward. She felt better now that she had got this far and started at once to tell her story to King Charles. He was very amused that Kathy had come to plead for her father and rather admired her plucky spirit. She told him what a loyal supporter of the King her father was. Charles made comments here and there but did not interrupt her. Finally Kathy stopped for a breath and asked the King for her father ' s pardon. Charles was taken aback by this sudden out- burst, and looked at his ministers for advice. He didn ' t get any help from this source so he ordered one of the court officials to take Kathy out. He was rather embarrassed. He wouldn ' t want people to say that he turned down the pleas of a child, but on the other hand it was hardly an adequate reason for releasing a prisoner from the Tower. When Kathy was taken out of the room she was driven home in a very ornate carriage. Two jet black horses pulled it. Katharine rather hoped that her friends would see her sitting in one of the King ' s own carriages. When she arrived home she wondered what would become of her father. They might even take her to the Tower also for being so impudent to the King, but she didn ' t hear any more about anything for nearly a week. Then one day Sir John walked into the house. He had been released because of good behaviour so he was told, but only Katharine, King Charles and his courtiers knew the real story. When Sir John returned the household got back to a more regular routine. He arranged for Kathy to be taught the skills that all ladies knew. Much to her disgust she had to go each day to a class taken by two old ladies who taught her needlework. They were so particular that often Kathy com- pletely gave up. Why couldn ' t she have been a boy? Then she wouldn ' t have been bothered by those troublesome arts that all ladies had to know. She was taught how to direct all the activities of the household in preparation for the time when she would be married. The war was still going on and was causing much bloodshed, but Kathy didn ' t know very much about events until she knew that King Charles was to be tried by a High Court of Justice. The people waited for the verdict with undecided minds. Then Charles was condemned to death as a murderer and a traitor! This came as an awful shock to a great many people. The English people had never executed a King before. Kathy and her father were among the thousands of people on that fatal day in January, 1649 when King Charles was exe- cuted. She felt very sad, for although she knew that King Charles had been very weak and wrong sometimes, she was always grate- ful to him for saving her father ' s life. Now you may decide for yourself whether the astrologers foretold the truth when they said that Kathy would be unlucky. But she grew up into a very fine woman with fine ideals. She later married one of the nobles at court and had children of her own. Jennifer Woollcombe, VC Keller SAMARA 35 On Having the Mumps TODAY is the sixteenth day. I am now out of quarantine from that contagious disease " characterized by a swelHng and inflammation in the parotid and salivary gland " , in other words, the mumps. Although the doctor has assured mv " parents that the contagious period is over, they still treat me as an outcast. This after- noon I was permitted to use the telephone for the first time in sixteen days and eight hours. What a thrill! As soon as my conver- station was finished my mother (after first shooing me to the other end of the room), approached the telephone receiver with a bottle of hygeol peroxide and a huge wad of cotton. She then proceeded to drench the receiver with the disinfectant, rubbing the mouth-piece especially well. After this opera- tion she considered the ' phone rid of any germ I might have bestowed on it (though supposedly I have no germ to bestow). Tonight I was also allowed to dine with the family. However instead of my place being set beside that of my brother, opposite my father, mine was laid at the other end of our long table. Throughout the whole meal, my parents and brother huddled together at the other end, talking rather more loudly than usual (after all I was far away), but still a little uncomfortable at having me so close! It is not for me, however to complain at these very minor injustices, because for more than two weeks I have uttered no more than a hundred words (and at my usual rate I can do better than that in less than five minutes). No one in the family ever having had mumps before, everyone was afraid of me and did not dare venture past the middle of the hall. Even at that distance all I heard vas " How are you? " and as soon as my answer of " Fine " had been given, my " visitor " would retreat to a safer part of the house. Needless to say, I was not very sick. I had bumps that stuck out but that was all, for they did not hurt. On the arrival of the doctor, I was eating steak and he was com- pelled to wait for me to finish masticating before he could examine me. The next day I found that mumps can be a bit uncomfortable but they did not hinder my eating. Eating, in fact, was my chief joy. Of course, my tray was not delivered to me while I was sitting in state upon three big pillows. It was deposited in the hall at the entrance to my room. This took some of the joy out of eating away, for after putting down the tray, I could never get back into bed without spilling soup all over my dessert. However tomato soup adds such a " refreshing " taste to chocolate pudding. At night when my brother made his usual descent to the kitchen, he invariably returned with something which he threw to me. One night, after taking careful aim, he threw me a piece of newly-baked gingerbread. All I caught was a handful of the shower of crumbs that descended upon me. The gingerbread was delicious but the aftermath of tossing and turning on crumbs all night was not. Magazines and newspapers (on the day after they had arrived) were also thrown to me. Of the latter, each page always landed in a different part of the room compelling me to scramble out of bed and then to try to fit them, like a jigsaw puzzle, together again. In spite of my illness, I was daily in- formed about the happenings at school. Almost each day letters were written to me by my erstwhile school mates. My name however seems to have changed in the last two weeks, for instead of the letters be- ginning with the usual " Dear Betsy " , they began " Dear Mumpy " , or worse still, " Dear Mumpy Bumps " . The most delightful letter came from my English teacher (no names permitted). In it she gave literally lists of work I could be doing saying that she hoped it would— to quote her exact words— " help relieve the tedium of illness " . Two of the things which were to help to relieve this tedium were composition on the subjects " Trees " and " Solitude " . I do not think that anyone who had been confined to bed for two weeks could feel inspired to write a theme on " Trees " . However I felt myself quite com- petent to write on " Solitude " and to disagree with the theory that " Solitude hath charms " . Solitude certainly hath no charms whatsoever when you have the mumps! Betsy Alexan[X)r, VI Upper Keller 36 SAMARA The Railway Station EACH spring my fever takes the form of the urge to travel. I can think of nothing but to climb into a car and speed along curving highways through brown, fresh-smelling fields, to points unknown; I feel a compulsion to explore, to go anywhere at any time as long as the place is different. And I feel this agony to travel especially when I hear a train ' s whistle on a damp, glittering night. I think of the station with its scurrying mackintoshed travellers; the taxis gleaming like wet beetles as they pull up through the night; I seem to hear the booming echoes in the high ceiling as the noisy baggage cars grind and tear their way along the platforms. I remember the huge black-girdered barn, dingy with smoke and smuts, where the engines live; I can recall the important gritty sound your feet make on the stone floors. For me, one of the best parts of a train journey is the waiting for the train ' s arrival. The station can be a place of adventure any time, but it seems to be much more so on a damp or drizzly day, or on a black and rain- bespattered night. The lights outside make exciting splashes of colour on the wet streets; the passers-by seem to be less distant in the common misery of rain-drops on the face and puddles underfoot. Then you stride into the station; into the dim dingy atmosphere with brightly lit areas of chromium flashing on the senses as you hurry along. You become one of the multitudinous brown-coated baggage-anxious crowd stolidly waiting for a train. Suddenly the agitation among the travel- lers increases; a raucous mechanical voice booms through the air. It is a god of the rail- ways, directing from his many throats his helpless subjects to take which train where. From the Lunch Room, the Baggage Room, the Ticket Wicket and the Magazine Stand, individuals and clots of people hurry towards the gates, and once there, crane about to see if they are at the right place. Then the sound of goodbyes is loud in the land, along with impassioned pleas to write and " give my love to Fred. " With tense serious faces the Uttle crowd pushes through, and disperses itself in the thundering pandemonium to various cars. Another train roars in just at that moment; the puny little insects it is to carry seem to shrink and be blown into insig- nificance by the awful noise. Our life is now very complete with duties. We chase our baggage, spun along by an officious red-cap; we dodge to the side of the platform to avoid a shrieking tractor which seems bent on annihilating us, and we dart back again for fear we should slip off the edge and be trapped on the gleaming rails. This walk could be extremely phlegmatic and orderly, but it ' s much more exciting to be excited. Inside the car we choose our seat, and with the ease of experienced travellers make all ship-shape for the journey. Then we absorb the smells of the train; the smells of ticking, metal-work, antiseptic and dust. We settle back in a stupor an d stare out of the window; and then, a faint motion is perceptible. So slowly that it seems at first an optical illusion, the scene in front of our eyes swims past. Gradually jerks and jolts are felt throughout the train and then there is no doubt about it at all; we are moving. Faster and faster the view swims past until it unrolls itself in a long steady spin, and we settle down with the apathy of the traveller as we are drawn through the country by our docile iron horse. M. Burns, VI Matric. fry My Diary Ten Years Hence Monday, Sept. 18 I came back to Elm- wood after having a wonderful summer. I am starting my eighteenth year here. I certainly hope that I pass this time. Let me see— this is my tenth year in 5A. Nearly all the girls I used to know have gone. The only old boarders here are Lilias Ahearn and Susie Johnstone, who are both taking their Senior SAMARA 37 Matric this year. Oh, well I still have some hope. Miss MacLean and Miss Dixon are the only old staff here. I am sleeping in Sleepy Hollow with Gail Baird, who is teaching Dramatics here now. I am glad that they let the two of us room together as I am sure I couldn ' t have roomed with someone about sixteen. Tuesday, Sept. 19 This morning we got up at the usual hour, seven fifteen. It was certainly hard to get used to. There are twenty-five boarders. They are considering putting me in VI Matric as I am the only one in 5A this year. Maybe they will have pity on me and maybe not. We went out to play basketball after school and then I unpacked as usual and find I have a lot of clothes. Only my second night here and I broke the springs of my bed, so had to sleep in the lounge on a couch. Wednesday, Sept. 20 In prayers they announced the officers and for the tenth year I was made a Monitor. It has become a habit now. Susie Johnstone was made head girl, I guess she will make quite a good one although I feel mighty silly. It rained all day; I wish it would clear up. I was asked to the first Ashbury House Dance of the season by Mr. Belcher. It shouldn ' t be bad. There was a staff meeting today. They are deciding if I should go into VI Matric; if not, whether I should be having my old age pension. They fixed me up another bed today. So far while I am writing this it is holding out, but good- ness knows what will happen between now and lights out. Thursday, Sept. 21 First day of autumn, but it is more like winter. I am nearly frozen; maybe it is my old age. Baird still has lots of life in her; she kindly presented me with a black eye this morning. Our new Algebra teacher is coming tomorrow as Miss Adams is retiring this year. I guess she got pretty tired of us all, especially trying to get it into my head that two and two are four instead of five. I never did seem to be able to get that straight. I nearly died when I heard who our new Algebra teacher is— it is Sallie McCarter. This place should be wild with her and Baird here together. Tonight I am feeling rather sore as I fell downstairs on my way to study. It has certainly been a bad day. Friday, Sept. 22 I had a letter from Judy Hargreaves today and she is still riding side saddle at Massiwippi. I had my first music lesson today and Mr. McTavish hasn ' t changed his opinions of me yet— I ' m still lazy! Oh, well that is life for you. They aren ' t going to let me take gym this year as they think it is too strenuous at my age, and besides I need to give all my attention to my school work. Saturday, Sept. 23 Well today was the day of the Ashbury dance! I had a wonderful time, only I nearly had heart failure when I walked in and saw Di Fraser there, and mind you, dressed in a matron ' s white uniform too! Same old Di! I don ' t think I shall ever have such a wonderful night again. Sunday, Sept. 24 After last night ' s strenuous activities I was shipped to the hospital. They all say this time I won ' t last. I wonder? I ' ve done pretty well so far! Judy Maclaren Fry, VA. Striped Tail, the Skunk UNDER the brush pile by Willow Creek, a lonely skunk and his mother had made their home. The smaller one was a fat, greedy, roily little fellow with long, silky, well-kept fur; a fur that trappers would prize. Yet the strangest thing was that he had a long white stripe the length of his tail which discontinued as soon as it met his back, leaving it entirely black. One day Farmer Eaton hung out his nightshirt to dry and the next morning when he went to take it in, he found it gone and the clothes-pins lying on the grass. All that day he searched and raged and then that night hung out a pair of socks. SAMARA As usual just at dusk that night a moving shadow crept along the edge of the wood (for it hated the smell of humans), and then waddled across the yard under cover of the deep shadows, Striped Tail (for that was the name of the baby skunk) raised a sharp wibbling inquisitive nose and grasped a sock. He gave one strong tug, and down the sock came, while, upstairs, the watching Air. Eaton was having visions of monstrosities eating pairs of flannel underwear by the dozen. Striped Tail took the socks back to the brush pile, where he arranged all his bedding and then covered it with strips of sock and underwear, thus procuring a new luxury. Early in the spring Striped Tail sallied forth on his own. As usual he travelled by night and slept by day finding many new haunts and also showing his beautiful fur to many trappers who were returning after sunset with their booty. They had soon spread the news and many people sought to have a look at the supposed wonder. It was then that Striped Tail became a full-grown skunk. He was huge for a skunk and his long fur shone a glossy black in con- trast to the splash of white on his tail, now grown bushy and long. It was no wonder that the fame of Striped Tail reached into the town of Willow Creek. Many tried to trap him but he had absolute contempt for them and used to run back to the old brush pile, grab a piece of wool sock or flannel and shove it under the trap. Others tried poisoning but he seemed to be guarded by a miraculous instinct which kept him alive and often caused others to die. Then one day a weasel saw him and made up his mind to kill him. He chased Striped Tail over the Creek until suddenly Striped Tail disappeared into the darkness. The wind had been blowing from the skunk to the weasel but the skunk had simply reversed positions and vanished without using his per- fume. As a matter of fact, Striped Tail lived his whole marvellous life without using his only weapon. It was in the dark of night when Striped Tail loped sturdily across the road in search of a mouse. Suddenly he was confronted by two blinding, flashing eyes like saucers. It was a car. He was paralysed with fear as the moving machine bore swiftly down on him. Then, a rush of wheels, and the skunk lay dead and limp in the middle of the road, his fur squashed and his dangling head lifeless and battered. His tail was covered with dirt and dust as he was kicked and rolled to the side of a hill and then picked up and tossed into the underbrush. Sheila McCormick, IVA Keller The Elmwood Brew With apologies to the Witches ' Brew in ' ' Macbeth ' ' Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. D-recs, bad marks which we hate. In the cauldron boil and bake; Stew for which we do not pine. Dirty shoes that will not shine; Bells that lead us through the day, Rules which let us not be gay; Tongue of prefect, bars from gym, Modern history— Laud and Pym. Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eye of teacher, like a hawk. Watching us where ' er we walk. Tapioca, tired feet, Freezing classroom— lack of heat; Books of Spanish, Physics, Lit., Uncushioned seats on which we sit; Paper towels on the floor, Children banging every door; Algebra which is our end, French we do not comprehend; Pound where all belongings go, Marks which always are too low. Double, double toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Diane Boyd, VI Matric. Keller S A M A R A 39 Biddy with the Black Shawl BIDDY with the black shawl; that ' s what everyone called her. She was an old, old lady who never smiled at any- one. Every morning at eleven o ' clock she would hobble up to the corner store with a basket in one hand and the other hand shaking and making funny gestures. She always talked to herself and to two of her black cats who followed her around wherever she went. She wore an old, moth-eaten shawl which must have been very fine at one point but now was a mere rag with many patches. She wore an old grey dress of linen and buttoned boots. Biddy ' s face looked as old as the hill ' s! No- body remembered her ever being young. Biddy lived in an old hut with only two rooms. She had a little back yard full of tin cans and sticks and all sorts of rubbish. Every- where you looked you saw cats, on the fence post, on the window sills, slinking through the tall grass in the yard. Biddy adored cats! At the market every day she would buy a lot of cat food, tins of salmon and bottles of milk, but only a can of beans and some tea for herself. Biddy must have led an exciting but sad life when she was young. She used to go up to strangers and say different names and ask where they had been for so long, because she had something to give them. One day Biddy came to me at the store and said, " Oh, Edith where have you been? I have it for you! Just like you told me! Come and get it, quick! before he finds it! " So I decided to go along with her just to see what she was talking about. The people in the store told me not to go, that Biddy was crazy, but I went anyway. When we arrived at the hut, Biddy hurried me in and made me sit down on the little wooden bench. She said she would make me a cup of tea but I told her I didn ' t really want any because I was in a rush. Then she said that she had better get it for me. I was anxious to know what " it " was, so I followed her into the little room which must have been her bedroom. First she went to the window to make sure that nobody was looking in, although nobody could because the window was so dirty. Then old Biddy hobbled over to the bed and stuck her hand through a hole in the mattress. To my surprise she pulled out a handful of money! Hundred- dollar bills! She counted out ten of them, handed them to me and started pushing me out of the house. " Don ' t tell him, " she said to me. " Please don ' t tell Henry. " " I won ' t! " I promised, wondering who Henry was. I also began to wonder how much more money was stuffed in that mattress. " There must be millions, " I thought. Just as I was going down the path. Con- stable Rowley came along and stared first at my hands which were full of money, and then at old Biddy who was standing in the doorway shaking her fingers at me. He walked up to me and asked me where I got the money. I told him old Biddy gave it to me. " That ' s counterfeit money, " he said. " I wonder where she got all that counterfeit money " . " Well, I don ' t know. " " Of course we ' ll have to look into the matter. See what old Biddy can tell us, " answered the Constable. " I bet you she won ' t want to tell you much, " I said, as I left him. The next day I decided to walk down to the shack and see how things were getting along. I was greeted as usual by a group of cats who were sitting in the sun, washing their faces. They soon scuttled off into the grass and I knocked on the door. The Con- stable opened it. " How are you getting along with Biddy? " I asked. " Can ' t get a thing out of her. Positively refuses to talk. " " Just as I thought " . " Well come on inside. If she likes you well enough to give you all that money, maybe she will answer your questions. I tried but she just looked at us with sorry eyes. " " Did John send these people? " Biddy asked me. " They are very nice but they don ' t 40 SAMARA seem to want to sit down and relax. They just keep asking me silly questions. John sent them, didn ' t he? " I faltered.— " Why yes he did. Tell me about John and Henry. Were they nice to you? " " Oh, yes. Such nice boys. They came here one rainy night a long time ago and I gave them some supper and they spent the night here. In the morning they gave me all that money for being so kind to them. Now wasn ' t that just sweet of the boys? " " Yes, yes indeed. " I looked at the Con- stable. The Constable looked at Biddy and Biddy looked at me. " I seem to remember something, a case that came up about ten or fifteen years ago— John Boyle and Henry Bishop, queer people. They went to prison about two years after- wards " . The money proved to match the money of Boyle and Bishop. Old Biddy was declared quite innocent but she did not understand why the money had been taken from her, or cease to bemoan her loss. In her muddled old mind the events remain a garbled mystery, that no one will ever fathom. Only she recounts the story to anyone who will listen, fixing them with her sad, sad eyes and teUing how men came and took her beautiful money. Ad. F. Matthewman, VB Keller Schools in Former Times WHEN we are awakened in the morning by the dauntless clanging of the rising bell, we groan, roll over, and bury our sleepy heads in the pillow. But if we stopped and thought for a moment how terrible it must have been in Tudor days when the children had to get up in the frosty dawn and dress in rooms where there were no heating systems and no electric lighting, we might perhaps appreciate our present sur- roundings much more. Just imagine having to climb out of bed at five in the morning and sing a Latin Psalm to start the day! The boys who were fortunate enough to go to school. in about the year 1550, were obliged to do this. Then, after working up an appetite by scrubbing floors, learning Latin and Greek verses and going to Chapel, at nine o ' clock they would have a breakfast of mutton or beef broth, bread and water. The schools were closely connected with the church and run on a strongly religious basis. During dinner, a chapter from the Bible was read by the Clerk. Not only did they sing Latin Psalms in the early morning, but they also attended chapel at least twice a day. Another one of their customs which has not been practised for centuries, is the break in the afternoon ' s work for " bevers " , a drink of beer for each child. No doubt many of the students of today would approve of this idea, but we must keep in mind that the beer that was drunk was not strong enough to cause intoxication; and also, that in those days, more beer was drunk than milk— as the latter was very expensive and difficult to procure. Then at 6.00 " Caena " , our modern tea, was eaten. This consisted of bread and water. Probably we should not find this very appeas- ing to our hunger, but we must remember that in those days anything was good— as long as one could eat it! We are spoiled with our wide variety of foods. But they did not have too long a pause from their work as at 6.30 they commenced to memorize exercises and lessons. Then at 7.45 " Merenda " , our modern supper, was served; and the hungry boys consumed meat broth, bread and water. At 8.00 Chapel services were held, and at 8.15 a very tired crowd of boys could probably have been seen crawling sleepily into their crudely-made beds and dropping speedily off to sleep. For as they knew, five-o ' clock comes all to early in the morning! Originally all schools were connected with the church. Teaching was mainly oral, as books were too expensive. All the boys were taught in one large hall, where several classes could be heard going on at the same time. Just imagine how confusing it must have been for the boys, trying to pay attention to their SAMARA 41 own class while being distracted by several other noisy classes. In the Sixteenth Century most English schools were founded or re-established. Many of these were charity schools for poor boys. A very interesting fact is that two of England ' s best schools, Eton and Harrow, were primarily founded as charity schools! D. Eraser, VA Fry Ditties of Elmwood Crime and Punishment She stood in the corridor, gloomy looked she; She ' d committed an outrage too shocking to mention. But what punishment for this convict-to-be? Ah! She was condemned to— a Latin detention! But what had she done to deserve such a fate? She was LATE! Knitting " You have to knit, " my House head said So I said I would try. I got the best equipment that My 50c. would buy. With wool of brilliant orange hue I tried to make a square. The shape of which, I must confess, Was quite beyond compare! " But you must knit some articles! " So I set out again To make some booties small and white; But effort was in vain. The colour, grey of darkest hue, Made House head rave and rant. And as to size— the things would fit A baby elephant! Mail Why so heavy laden? Why that doleful eye? Eor what are you dejected? And why that anxious sigh? She answered with an anguished wail " No mail! no mail!! no mail!!! " All by C. Hees in a last-minute fit of inspiration. VB Nightingale A Sunset From a Mountain View A low misty haze hung over the mountains with their snow-capped peaks. The blue-green plains and lakes lay hushed and silent as if the very grass was stretching upwards and gazing, enraptured, at the beauty of the sun. Slowly, ever so slowly, the darkness began to slip over hill, over valley, casting shadows wherever it went until at last its unfeeling hands clawed ruthlessly at the fading glory behind the tallest peak. The round spinning ball of fiery gold suddenly dipped under the horizon of mountain rims, and tiny golden fingers glistened in a last, vain attempt to cheer the darkened sky and defy the seemingly evil powers that the darkness held. Then, as if chased, the last rays slid under the silent mountains and a frightened deer leaped across the horizon to be lost among the silhouetted trees on the other side. Sheila McCormick, IVA Keller The Storm The gale rose high With a shrieking cry. As it tore through the snowbound waste. And the empty plain Lay driven again. By the swirl of the wind in its haste. Through the sea it swept While the waters leapt In obedience to the call. And the fisher ' s boat Could scarcely float In the force of the raging squall. O ' er sea and land With a flailing hand The storming tempest tossed. Yet the sun arose And the night ' s dark foes Amidst the calm were lost. Sheila McCormick, IVA Keller 42 S A iM A R A Sen iUide tke. Belli Snoring and dozing, sweetly reposing, Peaceful and quiet, no sound of a riot. All in their places, with angelic faces— but CLANG! Greeted with gloom— that signal of doom! Shivering and sneezing, weary and wheezing; Scouring and brushing, fastening and rushing, CLANG! Whew! I am here— let out a cheer! Breathing resumed and breakfast consumed. Then I dash from the table, in one piece if I ' m able- Help! CLANG! Up with the spread, ye uncomfortable bed! Away stupid dress— oh terrible mess! I truly am beat when I have to be neat— CLANG! Much gabbling and giggling, whispering and wiggling. The best of intentions result in detentions. Prefects stand there— with murderous glare— CLANG! An elapse of three classes— how slow the time passes! There ' s so much to learn, but the wheels just won ' t turn! Break! One biscuit each, amid shouting and screech, CLANG! Back to work with a sigh; oh minutes please fly! I toil and I sweat, but what do I get? No thanks— just a mark; but happiness; hark— CLANG! Give a yell, give a cheer! for dinner is here. Ranting and huffing, swallowing and stuffing; Then outside— turned to ice; now isn ' t that nice? CLANG! Tea! Yum, yum; and mail— for some. But never sorrow— there ' s always tomorrow. Out again in the storm, then in to get warm— CLANG! In out of the snow, to study we go; Then down to Prayers dashing — teeth hungrily flashing; Of lunch repetition, in our starving condition, CLANG! After Ashbury ' phoning, with shouting and groaning. We go, wailing and yelling, to Spanish and Spelling. Then with holes in our heads, we collapse on our beds And Snoring and dozing, sweetly reposing. Peaceful and quiet, no sound of a riot, All in their places, with angelic faces— NO! Not yet please! It ' s too early— CLANG!! C. Hees, VB Nightingale CANDID CAMERA SHOTS SECOND PRIZE JUNIOR Karla Krug THIRD PRIZE JUNIOR Janet Chapman PHOTOGRAPHY COMPETITION SAMARA 45 Spring Comes to the Forest plash! " came from the direction of the pond where Bucky, the big brown beaver was making a dam, " Splish, splash! " " Bucky sure is making a lot of noise, " remarked the cottontail rabbit on his way to the sweet clover patch. " Did you hear about Robin? " asked Fairlie, the small fawn, with the large dark eyes, glancing nervously about her. " He didn ' t, he hasn ' t come yet, " and she bounded away from where she had been standing, in fright at a small leaf which had fluttered on the path. " Why ' re you such a scaredy cat? " scoffed Airwick the skunk, as he waltzed along with his daughter. Aroma. All the forest was hustling and bustling, about to make way for Spring. The flowers were pushing green shoots up through the earth; buds were bursting, new babies were arriving every day. " Moo! " shouted the bull moose, and an answering bellow came from somewhere deep in the forest. " Oh dear, oh DEAR! " fussed Ma ' Possum. She looked a funny sight with all her babies clinging to her fur and tail. Suddenly a hush fell on the forest. The animals stopped chattering, the brooks stopped gurgling, everything was hushed and still. Then a burst of music poured forth, announc- ing Spring. It was the song of Winsome, the bluebird, and Robin, the two heralds of Spring. Soft joyful footsteps were heard, and the streams began to bubble ecstatically, and the trees waved their boughs excitedly. A ripple of chatter broke over the rows of furry folk, for Spring in all her glory had entered the forest, clad in soft, glowing emerald robes, garlands of flowers twined about her shining locks. The animals sprang forward to greet her, and Spring spoke. " I have come a long way, " she said, and her voice was softer and sweeter than bird- song, warm and tender. " I have come from the sunny Southland where it never snows. I have shaken the snow out of the mead, And creamy clover put there instead. Dandelions make huge gold masses, While overhead no snow cloud passes. I am Spring, and my dewy gown. Breathes the soft rain that comes merrily down. The birds build their nests high in the trees. And the young frogs ' chorus wafts on the breeze. " The hearts of all the animals were filled with gladness, so that once more the forests rang with the voices of those that lived there; but this time there was a new and more joyful note. Bucky went back to his dam, happy and content, knowing that Spring had indeed come to the forest. Judith Kellock, Upper IVB T . 1 Age 10 Diamonds Crystal are the chandeliers that deck my lady ' s hall But I think the ice outside is fairer than them all; Diamonds round the ladies fair could make no finer sight. But those inset within the snow will brighter shine this night. B everley Brown, Upper IVB A Grain Field at Noon The sun beat down unmercifully upon the amber waves below. The air lay hot and still. No refreshing breeze rippled the tepid waters of a small pond nearby. Over on the horizon hung a shimmering mirage that wavered and straightened as the heat rose off the thirsty land. Early that morning the grain had awakened to greet the sun, freshly and joy- fully. Now everything was dead, without the merest hint of a promise that cool, quiet evening would again come. J. Kellock, Upper IVB Age 10 46 SAMARA A Farm ONCE upon a time there was a farmer who owned a farm. He owned five pigs, ten cows, thirteen horses, twenty chickens, five turkeys, and one cat with her nine kittens. He owned one dog with her six puppies. He had a wife and two sets of twins. There were two boys and two girls. The girls ' names were Sally and Susan and the boys ' names were Johnny and Jimmy. They were all nine. They had a cook and a maid. Susan owned the cats and Sally owned the dogs and sometimes father let Jimmy feed the pigs. Father sometimes let Johnny feed the horses. Susan and Sally liked feeding the hens and carrying the eggs home. Their mother would teach the girls how to knit. Their father would teach the boys how to plant the corn and plant the little trees. They had a swimming pool. In the summer they would go swimming in the pool and in the lake. They all had a bicycle. They would ride to the city and get the groceries. They would get a box of candy for their mother and father. The girls would make their brothers each a sweater of all different colours. They went to school in the city. In the summer they would go to camp. Their camp is called Camp Oconto. They had to go by train. It was fun. The twins could ride a horse. They would take sugar to the horses. One of them had a baby colt. It was called Brownie. The twins could not ride the colt. They were too heavy. The twins liked to feed the colt. The puppies were only ten weeks old. They could run about. The kittens were nine weeks old. The mother cat and her kittens would not fight with the puppies for they were friends. The twins took a picture of the puppies and the kittens running about. So that ' s all I can tell you about the farm and the twins. Jean Garvock, Form III Age 9 The Little Mouse There was a little mouse Who lived in my house; He was very very small And he climbed up the wall; He went down a hole Just Like a mole, And that is the end of my story of The little mouse Who lived in my house. Lauretta Landymore, Form III Age 8 The Bunny I saw a little Bunny. He was so sweet. When I went to pet him. He gave a big leap. He looked so cute In his furry white coat, That it seemed to me He was jumping with glee. Louise Hayley, Form III Age 10 Skating When I go down to the pond to skate I always make a figure eight, I ' m always happy, always glad. And when it ' s done, I ' m really sad. Lynn Castonguay, Form III Age 8 SAMARA 47 BOARDERS ' CALENDAR September 13— Boarders returned. September 14— School opened. September 17— Boarders went to Dog and Flower Show at Mr. Wilson Southam ' s. October 1— Boarders went to Little Theatre to see Junior Theatre presentation of " The Patchwork Girl of Oz " . October 2— Some intermediate and Senior boarders went to Holy Communion at the Cathedral with Mrs. Buck. October 8-10- Thanksgiving Week-end. October 15— Boarders went to the Technical School to see the Winnipeg Ballet. October 30— Ashbury and Elmwood attended Youth Service at St. Bartholomew ' s. October 31— Hallowe ' en Party (which was enjoyed by all). November 2— Some of the Boarders went to the Tremblay Concert— the Depaur Infantry Chorus. November 4-7— Long week-end. November 10— The Old Girls gave an Entertainment for the boarders and day girls. November 11— Remembrance Day; half holiday. November 19— Some boarders went to an Ashbury House Dance. November 20— The boarders attended morning service at the Cathedral. November 25— Movies were shown in the hall after supper. November 26— A few of the boarders went with the school basketball team to R.M.C. when we played against Hatfield Hall. November 28— Intermediate and Senior boarders went to the Coliseum to see an exhibition by the World Championship Tennis Team. November 30— Some boarders w ent to hear Alischa Elman, violinist. December 4— Some Intermediate and Senior boarders went to Early Communion Service at the Cathedral with Mrs. Buck. December 9— The School Dance. December 11— Boarders enjoyed their annual Christmas tea at Mrs. Buck ' s. December 14— Mrs. Edward Fauquier again kindly judged the House Collections. December 15— Boarders and Resident Staff had a Christmas Pyjama Party. December 16— Christmas holidays began. January 4— Boarders returned. January 5— School re-opened. In the evening some boarders went to the Capitol Theatre to hear the Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra. January 8— Some boarders took Communion at 11 o ' clock service at Ashbury. January 13— Alovies were shown in the hall after supper. January 20— More movies were shown. January 21— A few boarders went to an Ashbury House Dance. January 27-Senior boarders went to the Chateau Cafeteria and attended a movie afterwards to celebrate the end of exams. February l-Some boarders went to hear Rudolf Forkusny, pianist. February 3-All the Intermediate and Senior boarders went to see " Skating Sensations of 1950 " , starring Barbara Ann Scott. February 5-Some boarders and Mrs. Buck went to Early Communion at the Cathedral. February 10— Movies were shown in the hall. February 17-20— Long week-end. February 24— More movies in the hall. March 4-Some boarders attended an Ashbury House Dance. March 8-A few boarders went to the Capitol Theatre to hear Elena Nikolardi, contralto. 48 SAMARA BOARDERS ' CALENDAR — Continued March 10-Ashbury and Elmwood presented " Seven Keys to Baldpate " at Glebe Collegiate Auditorium. March 11- All boarders went to Nepean High School in the afternoon to see Junior Theatre production, " Charlie ' s Aunt " . In the evening some Senior boarders attended Betsy Alexandor ' s party for the cast of " Seven Keys to Baldpate " . March 12— Intermediate and Senior boarders attended evening service at St. John ' s. March 17— Old Girls gave another entertainment for the Present Girls. March 24— Movies in the hall. March 31— Easter holidays began. March 31— Senator Wilson gave the Senior Girls a talk on the United Nations Organization. April 12— Boarders returned. April 13— School re-opened. May 19— Ballet display. May 24— School holiday. June 7— School closes. SCHOOL CALENDAR 1949-50 September 14— School opened. October 7-10— Thanksgiving week-end. October 31— Hallowe ' en Party. November 4-7— Long M eek-end. November 8— Mr. Findlay of St. John ' s Church came and spoke to us on Poppy Day. November 10— Old Girls gave an entertainment for the present girls. November 11— Remembrance Day, half-holiday. November 24— Miss Hasell and Miss Sayle came and gave us an interesting talk with lantern slides on the Sunday School Caravan Mission. November 26— The school played a basketball game against Hatfield Hall at R.M.C., Kingston. December 8— A4rs. Buck and the staff gave a reception for parents. December 9— School Dance. December 14— Mrs. Edward Fauquier again kindly consented to judge the House Collections. December 15— The Junior School gave a presentation of several plays in the morning. December 16— Christmas holidays began. January 5— School re-opened. January 20— Exams began for VI Upper. January 23— Exams began for the rest of the school. January 27— Exams ended. January 31— Free day. February 17-20— Long week-end. March 10— Ashbury and Elmwood Dramatic Societies presented George M. Cohan ' s " Seven Keys to Baldpate " at Glebe Collegiate Auditorium. March 17— Old Girls gave another entertainment for the present girls. March 29— The Intermediates presented " Rose La Tulippe " and the Juniors " The Pied Piper " and scenes from " Snow White " . March 31— Easter holidays began. April 13— School re-opened. June 7— School closed. June 12— Departmental examination for VI Upper began. June 22— Examinations ended. S A iM A R A 49 Editor Gail Baird Assistant Editors ....£.... Sallie McCarter Mary Burns Photographs Mary Code Art Notes . Catherine Hees Sports Notes , Diane Boyd Dramatic Notes Betsy Alexander Sallie McCarter Dance Notes . Gail Baird Old Girls ' Notes Lois Lawrence Boarders ' Notes Gail Baird Sallie McCarter Advertising Committee .... (chief organiser) Pat Knowlton Norma Baird Joan McAvity Diane Boyd Rhonna Curtis Janet Lawson Sheila Macoun Marion MacKenzie Magazine Adviser . Miss D. N. Smith JAMES DAVIDSON ' ! SONS ' Everything hi Lumber Telephone 8-0214 Ottawa, Ontario 50 Ana Kidleana— Ridley College, St. Catharines The Ashhur ' mn— Ashbury College, Ottawa The Beaver hog— Miss Edgar ' s and Miss Cramp ' s School, Montreal Bishop ' s College School Magazine- Bishop ' s College School, Lennoxville Bishop Strachan School Magazine- Bishop Strachan School, Toronto The Blue and White— Rothesay Collegiate School, Rothesay, N. B. The Branksome Slogan— Branksonie Hall, Toronto The Eagle- Rupert ' s Land Girls ' School, Winnipeg, Man. Edgehill Review— EdgehiU, Windsor, N.S. Hatfield Hall Magazine— Hatfield Hall, Cobourg Inter Muros— St. Clement ' s School, Toronto King ' s Hall Magazine- King ' s Hall, Compton Lower Canada College Magazine— Lower Canada College, Montreal Liidevms— Havergal College, Toronto The Notre Daj ie— Notre Dame Convent, Kingston Olla Podrida- Hahfax Ladies ' College, Halifax, N.S. Oven den Chronicle— Ovenden School, Barrie Pibroch— Strathallan School, Hamilton The Record- Trinity College School, Port Hope iS . Andrew ' s College Review— St. Andrew ' s College, Am ' ora The Study Chrojiicle— The Study, Montreal The Tallow Dip— Netherwood, Rothesay, N.B. Trafalgar Echoes- Trafalgar, Montreal Trinity University Review— University of Toronto, Toronto Head Office and Garment Delivery 250 SPARKS STREET Telephone 2-1751 SAMARA 51 52 SAMARA rsforthwav % SON FIRST on the Spring Scene! Teen Suits of smooth, sleek Gabardine A Northway Teen-age Shop Value 29. 95 High-fashion basic suit, with soft detailing in double breasted jacket, back box pleats, and slim skirt with walking slits. Scarlet, navy, grey, beige, yellow, turquoise. Sizes 1 1 i to $ . Mail Orders Filled JOHN NORTHWAY SON LIMITED, 240 YONGE STREET, TORONTO SAMARA 53 Compliments of LAROCQUE (Ottawa) Limited A. W. KRITSCH LTD. MEN ' S WEAR 106 Rideau St. Phone 3-7703 Shoes • • • for the smart modern FOR SPORT - PLAY - STREET and DANCING SAXE ' S LIMITED Creators and designers of Women ' s Exquisite Shoes 162 SPARKS STREET OTTAWA Phone 2-8946 It ' s a fact: Canadian buyers and typists prefer one type- writer over all other makes combined! ITS Underwood OF COURSE! 54 SAMARA COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND SAMARA 55 THE PRODUCERS DAIRY LTD. 245 KENT STREET OTTAWA, ONT. PAUL HORSDAL STUDIO FOR FINE PORTRAITS Groundfloor Studio: 286 MacLaren St. 2-1688 Painters and Decorators for over SO years 70 Rideau St. 3-4031 • Distributors of CANADA PAINT PRODUCTS • Imported and Domestic WALL PAPERS • Plate, Sheet, Structural and Fancy GLASS O Designers of STORE FRONTS • Complete Line of Artists ' Materials • Wide Selection of Pictures and Mirrors 56 SAMARA W. A. RANKIN LTD. HARDWARE 410-416 BANK STREET Phone 6-3621 May We Suggest: That young women should give some consideration to home planning, home construction and main- tenance. If interested in how the lumber and mill work of a modern home is prepared call 8-4064 for an appointment to visit us. D. KEMP EDWARDS LTD. 25 BflYSWflTER AVENUE SAMARA 57 DAY DIVISION {Winter Session Only) Arts rass and honours courses leading to the d.A. degree Public Administration 11 11 " " Oil C X Course leading to the degree or Bachelor or Arts with honours in public administration Journalism Course leading to the degree of Bachelor of Journalism Commerce Course leading to the degree of Bachelor of Commerce Science Pass and honours courses leading to the B.Sc. degree Engineering Two-year course preparing students for entry to the third year in Engineering or applied science at McGill University, Queen ' s University, and (in certain branches of study) the University of Toronto EVENING DIVISION (Winter and Summer Sessions) Arts Commerce Science Pass courses leading to the degrees of Bachelor of Arts, Bachelor of Commerce, and Bachelor of Science Public Service Studies Short course in economics, political science and public law leading to a Diploma in Public Service Studies Single Subjects Subjects in the degree courses and in the Extension Department are open to persons who do not wish to study for a degree Information from the Registrar CARLETON COLLEGE First Avenue at Lyoi Ottawa, Ontario Telephone 5-5161 58 SAMARA ' ' The Sports Centre " for TENNIS GOLF BOATING SUPPLIES English Raleigh Bicycles BYSHE CO. 223 BANK ST. PHONE 2-2464 Compliments of LEECH ' S Rexall Drug Store 131 Crichton St. Phone 3-1122 By Appointment to their Excellencies THE LATE GOVERNOR-GENERAL AND THE LADY TWEEDSMUIR James Hope 8t Sons, Limited BOOKSELLERS STATIONERS BOOKBINDERS PRINTERS 61-63 Sparks St. Ottawa, Canada FREDERICK H. TOLLER 63 Sparks St. Phone 2-1522 SAMARA 59 LOOK YOUR SUN-day BEST Devlin fashions are just right . . . — because they ' re inexpensive — because they ' re young and gay A wondrous collection of summer toggery awaits you . . . — All designed by experts — You ' ll be perfectly turned out for sun and fun 60 SAMARA . . . something for every mood and taste at . . . Siewart i 11 Famous Drive-In Restaurant PHONE 8-6434 PRESCOTT HIGHWAY KILREA PHOTO SUPPLIES Telephone 2-1029 87 Sparks St. Ottawa " EXPOI CANADA ' S Fl 1 CIGARETTI RT sj EST E ALLAN GILL CO. LTD. hisurance Agents VICTORIA BUILDING, OTTAWA Robert J. Gill Phone 2-4823 SAMARA 61 Mother Knows Best . . . . . . The reason why Tiny Tots and Teenagers ore entrusted to L.T. ' s Staff of Experts — their delicate and lustrous hair is skilfully cut and shaped and given the special attention so im- portant for healthy, well groomed hair! Telephone 2-1717 Where Beauty and Fashion Meet Ottawa, Ontario 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 62 SAMARA CAMP CENTENNIAL For Girls 5-14 years On the beautiful shore of Lake Simcoe. All activities for age groups under qualified adult supervision. Reasonable rates — Ottawa references — Folders MRS. T. HOWARD HENDERSON 203 Lauder Ave. Toronto, Ont. Individual Attention Always UNITED Cleaners - Tailors - Pressers The 9 Minute Press While You Wait Shop French Dry Cleaning and Dyeing Repairs and Alterations by Experienced Tailors 286 Bank St., Ottawa, Ont. Phone 3-3429 Harper ' s Dress Shoppe 101 Bank St. Phone 3-6783 JUNIOR TOWN Infants ' and Children ' s Wear SEE OUR ENGLISH MERCHANDISE 100 Bank St., Ottawa Phone 6-1227 T. B. GEORGE High School Books, Pens, Pencils 140 Bank St. Phone 3-0510 Tel. 4-0806 L. BRASSEUR PAINTS, GLASS AND WALL PAPERS PEINTLRES, VITRES, TAPISSERIES 195] rue Rideau Ottawa, Ont. Complbnents of TESKE Y ' S Prescott Highway Grandmother ' s Bakery J. BURTON 306 BANK ST. 352 RIDEAU ST. Phones 2-0444 - 2-0891 SAMARA 63 Now... Before You Leave School Before you leave school is the time to establish a banking connection. Whatever business or professional career you may have in mind, you will find that an early association with The Bank of Nova Scotia will be most helpful in the years to come. Start with a savings account ... no amount is too small . . . and it is never too early to open an account. THE BANK OF NOVA SCOTIA S-165 FURNITURE SILVER CHINA ETC. Visitors Rlways Welcome 484 KING EDWARD AVENUE OTTAWA, CANADA Telephone 3-9546 Fountam Pens and W atcb Repairs INSTRUMENTS LIMITED 240 SPARKS ST. OTTAWA 64 SAMARA For Smarter Ladies Rpparel THE FASHION DRESS SHOP The Gateway of Fashion Headquarters for SKIRTS SWEATERS BLOUSES SLACKS Phone 4-2350 155 Rideau St., Ottawa (at Dalhousie) Simpson ' s Food Market 484 Rideau St. Phone 5-4303 Compliments of D L SHOE STORE CROW ' S NEST CAMP Summer Resort for Girls Situated in the Eastern Townships, directed by Mrs. E. Lionel Judah, who is assisted by University Graduates, Counsellors and Nurses. There are recreation halls, cabins, handicraft shop, infirmary, museum, outdoor theatre, out- door chapel for Sunday Service. Land and water sports, riding. Established 1936 Age group 5-16 years Molot ' s Drug Stores Prescri ption S pecialists Prompt Delivery Always 3 STORES Phone 3-1151 Phone 2-0252 Phone 3-8584 460 Rideau 586 Bank 580 Rideau RANCH HOUSE " Ottawa ' s Smartest Night Spot " DANCING NIGHTLY For Special Party flnangements DIAL 72-5647 STEIN BROS. Smart Clothes for the young girl Telephone 3-8456 149-151 BANK STREET OTTAWA, ONT SAMARA 65 GOWLING, MacTAVISH, WATT, OSBORNE HENDERSON Bariisters Solicitors — Ottawa LEONARD W. BROCKINGTON, K.C., LL.D., Counsel E. GORDON GOWLING, K.C. J. DOUGLAS WATT, K.C. JOHN C. OSBORNE RONALD C. MERRIAM JOHN CAMPBELL VIETS DUNCAN K. MacTAVISH, K.C. ROBERT M. FOWLER GORDON F. HENDERSON ADRIAN T. HEWITT G. PERLEY-ROBERTSON FRITH S FLOWERS 270 BEECHWOOD AVENUE Telephone 41008 Members of the Florists ' ' Telegraph Delivery Association Incorporated HOLIDAY KENNEL Reg ' d Pets Boarded, Clipped, Bathed and Groomed FREE PICK UP AND DELIVERY CAMPBELL AVENUE, OTTAWA DIAL 721170 66 SAMARA GEO. H. NELMS Prescription Optician 89 Sparks Street OTTAWA Telephone 3-1132 (The Little Camp for Little Girls) Situated on the picturesque Bay of Quinte Highway No. 33, near Kingston, Ont. Operated under excellent supervision for children aged from 4 to 12 years. Booklets on request E. M. DAVISON 212 Poplar Plains Rd. Toronto, Ont. SMART SHOES jor YOUNG WOMEN THE SHOE BOX 199 SPARKS STREET " THE HOME OF GOOD FOOD " BOGGS BARBECUE PRESCOTT HIGHWAY ANDY PAPPAS-LEW GUYNAN Proprietors OTTAWA, ONT. CANADA CAMP OCONTO A private camp for school girls 90 miles from Ottawa For further information contact the Director- Mrs. June Kennedy Labbett 204 Kingston Rd., Toronto or Camp Advisor- Miss Ferna Graham Halliday 71 Oriole Gardens, Toronto or Ottawa Representative- Mrs. Peter Smellie 241 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park SAMARA 67 MORE THAN A MILLION CANADIANS SAVE AT THE B of M I D103S Bank of Montreal WORKING WITH CANADIANS IN EVERY WALK OF LIFE SINCE 1817 COMPLIA IENTS OF GEORGE BOURNE Reg ' d Sporting Goods OTTAWA Dial 3-8407 ARMSTRONG RICHARDSON LIMITED Shoe Specialists Phone 3-1222 79 Sparks St. Ottawa 68 SAMARA Name Your Favorite Sport! Murphy -Gamble ' ' s Has the Fashions for it Golfing, riding, tennis . . . " ' if whatever your pet pastime " ty T j ' J L . . . find smartly correct togs for it in the Sports shop at Murphy-Gamble ' s. SECOND FLOOR WRPHV-GlAMBlE HUGH CONNOR LTD. A- 181 SPARKS ST. Phone 2-8576 ' ' ' ' Excellent Food ' ' ' ' CLARIDGE SHOE Famous for SHOPPE LTD. 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J. REYNOLDS, General Manager 72 SAMARA Duplicators " 500 " series in MANUAL or ELECTRIC models, AUTOMATIC INKING, FINGER-TIP QUICK COLOR CHANGE, no inky fingers — AUTOMATIC PAPER FEED — edge to edge printing. " 150 " — the biggest little dupli- cator in the world — easily port- able — AUTOMATIC INKING, AUTOMATIC INKING FEED, edge to edge printing. Superior duplicating stencils and ink for ALL makes of machines. Steel Office Furniture md Equipment I I H FILING CABINETS equipped . |H[ HI with unequalled ROLLER-BEAR- X IH V ING SUSPENSION ARMS. NJ DESKS to meet every need. Removable STEEL PARTITIONING used the world over. RONEODEX SYSTEMS of recording data — economical in time required and efficient in application. Visible 80 — THE SUSPENDED FILING SYSTEM, versatile enough to meet the most exacting requirement of any business — ask for a demonstration. RONEO goods are produced in ENGLAND by MASTER CRAFTSMEN. Help England to buy the products of Canadian fields, forests and mines. 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