Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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24 SAMARA POETRY AWARD 1953 Invocation A hush of twilight settles on the bay, And weaves a brooding spell through earth and sky; It soothes the little winds that moan and sigh, And fills with peace the last red glow of day. Muffled forests and mountains vast and vague; Night ' s cloak splashed with dew drops; lus- trous moon Pouring molten silver on the quiet bay, Where, far-off, ghostly, hollow, laughs a loon. Clear dawn, and misty dusk, and velvet dew; The midnight majesty of starlit skies; The ocean whispers sounding in a shell. As echoes of sea music faintly rise; The April dance of wind-blown hyacinth; The trustful faith that lies in love-lit eyes; The tenderness in every mother ' s face; The selfless splendour of great sacrifice. O, Beauty, call to my wild restless heart. So I may sing the glories of Thy grace. In words inspired b y burning love for thee; Beauty, my Queen, be glorified through me! Janet Chapman, V A Fry It Happened Long Ago It was all very well, Sean meditated, that he should be given another chance, but even so he would have to perform three almost impossible feats even to gain the rank of a Clover , and then three more to win the exalted position of a Shamrock . This will, no doubt, need explaining. Sean Do-Good, a smaller and younger than average leprechaun, living in the heart of the Emerald Isle, had failed (because of above-named physical features) his only chance to enter the services of the Trefoil as guard. But as he was likely to fail again anyway, he was to be given another chance at it. So, as a result of this, a couple of days later, Sean went quaking into the Senior Supervisor ' s office to receive his orders. After an age of waiting (or so it seemed to the paralysed Sean) he was given a piece of parchment and found it to contain the following notice: — Sean Do-Good is to journey out alone to the dark wood, equipped only with knife and steed where he is to procure within ten days the following: the hair of a bald eagle, gold piece of a Scotsman, and accent of an English- man. Should he fail to do these things, he will be banished forever from the Emerald Isle. It was signed with a Trefoil — symbolic of great power to the little leprechaun — and Sean almost regretted his choice of a vocation but even so he was not going to back out now . . . So two days later he set out with a few provisions and knife and steed to get the three things. As it was a pleasant day, Sean decided that in order not to tire his horse (fly) he would lead him and walk himself. It was several hours later when the exhausted gnome arrived at a spring. He decided to rest there for the night and set out in quest of wood for a fire. He had not got very far when he heard the sound of a little boy crying. He veered off his course and came into a small clearing where a little child sat clutching a new bag of shiny marbles. Sean asked what the trouble was, and he replied, Momma jus ' got me a new batch a marls an I ' ve got no-one tuh play wif. Will you play wif me?. ' (The last hopefully). The little man was about to reply curtly when he

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SAMARA 23 Other Sports Our badminton tournaments were very exciting this year as we saw some good games. The whole school watched the finals, the winners being: Senior singles— Jane Mulholland Senior Doubles— Jane Mulholland and Sheila McCormick Intermediate Singles— Sally Wright Intermediate Doubles— Sally Wright and Sue Richardson Due to unsuitable conditions we have been unable to play tennis so far this year. At the beginning of last year (1952) the school tennis team, which consisted of last year ' s winners, played in the Interscholastic Tournaments; we didn ' t do very well. The players were: Senior Singles— Joan Maynard Senior Doubles— Joan Maynard and Sally Wright Intermediate Singles— Sue Richardson Intermediate Doubles— Betsy -Jane Davis and Virginia Shurly Another sport in which our ardent athletes have taken part is volleyball. Even though the ceiling was often a hindrance to our better efforts, the games proved to be exciting. Fry managed to win first place in the senior games. Even though this was not a part of our inter-house games, mention must be made of it as it was our one only outdoor game— quite humorous, I must say. This was our senior versus intermediate softball game. The Mad Hatters beat the Mighty Mice 35-33, although the A4ighty Mice put up a good fight! The mighty seniors are invincible! Gym The main event of the year to the gymnasts was the Gym Display held on March 13. About two months were spent in preparation for it. With exercises by the seniors, square dancing, and Indian Club display, and several acts by the juniors, it turned out to be one of our better accomplishments of the year, thanks to Miss Jessop ' s hard work. On Friday after- noons this year, there was an extra class of apparatus for the more energetic seniors and intermediates. It was a popular class, especially for the reducers. Skiing and Skating As there was hardly any snow in Ottawa this year there was not much skiing, except foi the person who did not mind skiing on ice. Consequently most of the school went up to Mont Tremblant where they had a terrific weekend amidst heaps of snow. Unfortunately there were one or two casualties which shall be nameless! The skating rink was made behind Mrs. Graham ' s house and everyone had a lovely time on it, especially the Juniors. Judy Nesbitt came once a week to teach the enthusiastic skaters. The skating lasted a bit longer fortun- ately than the skiing.

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SAMARA 25 remembered his mother once saying, It ' s the little things that count, Sean . So he sat down and played a lengthy game of marls with his new-found friend. When Sean returned much later to his camp with a meagre supply of wood he felt strangely happy, the feeling one gets when one has done something good or kind. The next day went normally with nothing happen- ing except the usual eating, sleeping and searching. This same kind of thing went on for three days and, just as the leprechaun was getting worried about his inactivity, he rode straight into the path of a dog-cart, containing a lovely young girl and a fabulous amount of all kinds of roots piled high around her. She looked rather preoccupied and Sean asked if he could help — to his surprise and dismay she replied, Yes , and explained that she had been ban- ished from her hamlet near at hand for prac- tising witchcraft and could only return if she brought with her five hundred tallow candles of which there was a great shortage there. (She had been given only the roots to work with.) This Sean realized was quite a dilemma. But he thought that if he boiled all the roots up with some scraps of ham fat he had in his wallet he could make a gooey enough sub- stance to wrap around string wicks and it would surely work. However there were many false starts and by the time the two boilers got their mixture to work properly, they had used up all Sean ' s shoe laces, string, and everything. Desperate, he sent the girl to collect some vines for wicks — and about three long weary days later Sean loaded five hun- dred thick tallow candles into the dog-cart. He could hardly help being bitter about it, because lately his tasks had been pressing on his mind — and the dreadful punishment that would ensue if he failed to get the things. Besides, he added dolefully to himself, She ' ll most likely not even thank me, after working myself to the bone for her. This was sadly true for she did not even acknow- ledge them until she was nearly out of sight and then only with a brief wave of her hand. Pah, he exclaimed disgusted, I ' m through with helping people, I spend time and . . . ooooh. He was even too disgruntled to finish what he was saying and instead he went sti ' aight to bed. The next morning Sean arose very late and set out to catch himself some breakfast, or, more Hkely, by this time, lunch. Quite a time later he returned with a large fish and a min- ute grouse, both of which had proved extreme- ly elusive. He cooked them both over a sparse fire of yew branches and had just sat down, when a tiny man, crooked of limb and with a huge frill beard appeared, demanding some- thing to eat in a thin reedy voice. By this time Sean was thoroughly out of temper and was about to refuse when again his mother ' s voice floated back to him, It ' s the little things that count . So he offered him a seat on the soft moss. Before the astounded little lepre- chaun could even bhnk, his whole meal of fish, grouse and nectar tea was gone! Sean couldn ' t believe his eyes — the man was so small, he just couldn ' t have done it! But there was no more food left and just as he opened his mouth to demand where his meal had gone, the dwarf arose, thanked him politely for the repast and abruptly disappeared. This was too much for even a magic-abiding leprechaun and he stormed around the camp in a thoroughly bad humour all day. When night time fell the exhausted creature rolled himself into his blanket without even bothering to eat . . . Suddenly, in the deep of night, a faraway voice called, Sean, Sean, are you there? The owner of the name awoke with a start (or so he thought later) and de- manded quickly what she wanted; he was remembering what time he had spent on people he did not know and soon, too soon, his ten days would be up and he wanted to get back to sleep. But the silvery voice continued — Because you have spent much of your precious time on other people, Sean, and have not procured your substances, the people whom you aided and made happy wish to