Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

 - Class of 1960

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SAMARA JUNE, 1960 " SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL " -Browning I LMWOOl) FROM THK GROUNDS A-lrs. Bruce, Headmistress, and Mrs. Stephen, Senior Mistress, with Lesley Gait, head boarder, and Diana Lawson, Head Girl. S A iM A R A 3 Dear Elmwoodians, Before we have quite realized it, another year has rolled to a close and our graduates are leaving behind their influence upon Elmwood and taking with them, in varying degrees, the knowledge of the things they have learned and the convictions of the truths at which they have arrived. I like to think that the intangibles will always remain permanent even though the book- learning is soon forgotten: for a good school is judged by the characters of the girls who leave it each year. The test of whether your experience at Elmwood has been worth while will depend upon what truth means to you. Is your mind capable of recognizing facts as they are? Is knowledge to you distinct from opinion and irrational conviction? Can vou lose yourself (your selfhood) in the things you contemplate? To the degree that this is possible, you have taken hold of truth, and, to the same degree, you can enjoy not only your own life but the life of the universe around you. I think it was Aristotle who said that in knowledge joined with love we have indeed the only lasting riches. Material things are a mere utility, something outside ourselves and of little intrinsic value; but the treasures of the heart and mind remain with us forever and are of eternal value. In this world where time is of the essence, we must learn to discern the things worthy of attention and to neglect the rest. In other words, we must learn where to put the emphasis and then to give it our whole-hearted support. God alone is the maker of truth. Never forget that when we receive it humbly from Him, we take the first step in a purposeful, exciting, and successful life. I Affectionately, 4 SAMARA cli tonal As it must happen to every school editor every year, I couldn ' t think of anything on which to base the editorial. I frantically read through old yearbooks in hope of inspiration. No use, however! It seemed to me that ninety percent of the editorials I read were directed to the graduating classes. Nothing wrong with that, but I wanted a topic I could write on that would concern all of Elmwood, even the staff. I grumbled to myself for quite some time about the injustice of having to write editorials. Then it struck me that everyone in the world (more often than not) will grumble and complain when he should be counting his blessings. Please forgive me if I turn this into a sermon — I ' m trying my best not to. Nevertheless, think of some of the ridiculous things we have complained and will complain about: too much homework, perhaps a detention for talking in prayers — or maybe we are furious because bad w eather ruined plans for a beach party. The list of complaints could go on forever in varying degrees of importance. How ridiculous it is when you stop to think! Here we are, healthy, happy people, in a beautiful free country, with nice homes and families and attending a well- known and respected school. This list of blessings could also go on forever if we thought about it long enough. We really haven ' t a right in the world to complain, especially when people in other countries are starving and unhappy. I could write pages on this subject, but I shall say just one thing more. The next time you find yourself complaining about one thing or another — stop for just a second. Remind yourself how very lucky you are — and thank God. TTlagazine Staff EDITOR — SUE HAMILTON Advertising — Judy Ewing Assistant — Ann McDowell Literary: Judy Brown, Cathy Bratton, Carolyn Strauss, Sue Southam, Photography — Lex Thoman. Sports — Di Smith, Heather Blaine. S A Al A R A 5 S ead Qirl, [Prefects and SKouse (Seniors Diana Lawson: ' Love has many facets, viine—tk htt a male. ' ' ' ' Di, sometimes known by " that other name " , has done a wonderful job this year as Head Girl, performing all her duties with cheerfulness and savoir-faire. She has proved to be an enthusiastic leader and organizer, and has worked tirelessly at all our school activities. One of Di ' s assets is her great booming voice which echoes through the hall before prayers every morning pleading for " no nail polish " and " please, no jewelry. " Di has been a great help for Sherrill and Nightingale too. This year she helped her house on to victory as a member of their basketball and volleyball teams. Of course with Di ' s height, every opponent panicked. Di is happily throwing away her compass and burning her French books this summer to go into nursing ne.xt fall. All of us wish you the best of luck, Di, and thank you for all your school spirit and a wonderful year. Ruth Petrie: " To be merry best becomes you; for out of question you were born in a merry hour. " With her we ' coming smile and friendly manner " Roo " has won many friends during her five years at Elmwood. During this time she has taken part in sports, house plays, and all other school activities. This year, her second year of being a school officer, she has done an admirable job of being Head of Fry House, also managing to come up with first class marks in most of her subjects. This summer Roo is off to the mysterious East— India— for a few months. Perhaps she will return with an elephant tusk, or even a Maharaja in tow to show for all her travels. This September she is hoping to go to McGill to take an Arts course. So whether you be in far away places, or right here in Ottawa, Roo, our good wishes go with you! Jane Rowley: " I-Fe have beeii frie?ids together in sunshine and in shade. " — Morto72. Having been with her since 19.56, we can look back on Jane ' s quiet rise to power. This year she has been the able and well-liked head of Keller House. Although Jane does not excell in sports, she has lent her time and energy to every school activity that has come along, including giving a brilliant performance as Madeleine in Keller ' s 19-59 play. Miracle at Blais. Jane seems to have formed a habit of commuting between India and Canada. This summer she is off to India again, taking Ruth with her to marvel at the Asiatic ways. We don ' t know what the future has in store for her, but we can be sure it will be good. All our best wishes go with you, Jane. 6 S A Al A R A Sheriill Fell: " I beam that smiles the clouds away. ' ' ' ' Sherrill, one of our illustrious boarders, has been an Emwoodian for three years. During this time she has done much to brighten the lives of those around her. She was a monitor in 1958 and this year became head of Nightingale, a task which she has performed adeptly. Sherrill is an all-round girl and has, aside from her academic work, taken part in every sports activity in the school. She has led Nightingale to many a victory and has also added her various skills to most of the school sports teams. This year found Sherrill with an ever-watchful eye on Ottawa University and a certain black M.G.-T.D. She has been studying hard, hoping to continue her studies next year in the nursing profession. Since she comes from Nightingale we are sure she will make a good nurse, and we wish her the very best of luck in the years to come. Sandra MacNaughton : " lay in the ground and criticized the worm. ' " T. S. Eliot. Sandra, our invisible prefect, has honoured Elmwood with her attend- ance for four years. She was off to a flying start, skipping grade ten and upholding her class in grade eleven. Sandy was head of Nightingale House last year, and took an active part in debating. This year Sandra was a House Prefect, handing her duties as House Head to Sherrill Fell. Sandra, of course, is never one to ' waste " time on homework as her many outside activities take up most of her time. She is often found baby- sitting (even in the classroom!), and takes frequent jaunts to Washington to visit a certain Midshipman. Sandy plans to continue her education at Queen ' s University in Kingston next year. We know she will do well. Buena Suerte, Sandy! Heather Blaine: oaks from little acorns grow. ' ' ' ' Heather, or Flea as she is better known around ' school, came to Elm- wood three years ago from the R.C.A.F. station. During these years she has guided both Fry House and the school sports teams on to victory and been a monitor and prefect. Even with these activities. Heather still finds time for studying, and countless outside activities such as tennis, badminton. High- land dancing and ?. This fall she leaves Canada for England. Whatever your plans may be. Flea, Bon Voyage, Bonne Chance, and a bientot! S A M A R A 7 Diane Manion: ' ' To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield. " During her five years at Elmwood " Di " has contributed to many phases of school life. Her artistic ability has been ardently admired in posters, decorations for school dances, and scenery for plays. Sportswise she has also done well, climaxing her efforts this year with a late start on the school volley- ball team. When the team found itself in need of strong members, Di relin- quished valuable time to " help the cause " and give surprisingly strong support. Di is full of talents, many of them, we suspect, still lying hidden. This year a new one has been unfolded to us— " a mechanical perfection " , as Browning would say. This summer Di leaves Canada to begin a new adventure in France. With you, Di, we send our wishes for good luck and Bon voyage. Heather Letch: " Little brown head and eyes so blue, Where will your footsteps lead you? " Heather, better known as Ha Ha, has walked the hallowed halls of our boarding school for three years. During this time she has been a monitor, cookie eater ( ! ) and, this year, one of our prefects. Although she is usually comparatively quiet she enters into all school activities and especially cheers Keller on. Her pet subject this year has been History, and this she accom- plished by warming the bench outside of the office. Next year Heather is off to nursing in Montreal where she hopes to become a " healer of all ills. " Good luck. Heather! Christine Mackenzie: " Where i inocence is bliss, Tis jolly to be wise. " Hailing from Toronto, Chris has been a boarder at Elmwood for the past three years. In the day school she has been both monitor and prefect. Her other activities have ranged from the school volleyball team to being a star in the Fry House play. This winter has been a busy one for Chris with skiing (?) and flying visits to McGill and her fellow cinquettes. Next year she plans to cut out all this travelling by moving right into McGiU as an Arts student. We ' ll miss your light- heartedness and all the fun we ' ve shared together in the past, Chris, and Buena Suerte for the future. KELLER HOUSE AND PRE-HOUSE S A M A R A y Not Boarders ' Notes When school opened in September we were glad to see we had many new girls among us. There were also new resident staff members, Miss A4asten, Miss Ross, and iVlrs. iMott. A-liss Robinson was with us again to distinsuish the aches from the fakes — but o ... unfortunately she was away ill in the Spnng and we hope that she will be back with us soon. i 4iss Adoseby returned, although in April she was replaced(!) by a Mrs. Uhlir whom we like just as much as i 4iss Aioseby, if not more. They both did such a fabulous job, that we can ' t thank them in words. Mrs. Wools came to see us once a week and when Miss Robinson had to leave, she helped out tre- mendously, and we all thank her very much. On the lower floor both Angela and Barb did a really good job as junior counsellors. School Monitors. Front: Julie Kingstoiie- Laragh Neeiin, Heather Hayley. Middle: Les- ley Gait, Nancy Smallian, Elizabeth Garvock, Deirdre Kirby. Back: Wendy Wilson, Susie Southam, Cathy Bratton, Carolyn Strauss, Di Smith, Sue Hamilton. Lesley, as head boarder with Ginny, Trudy, Joan, Marf, Cathy, Judy, Lex and Di as coun- sellors all did a terrific job. As far as events go, we had a pyjama party at Christmas, and instead of giving presents to one another we sent gifts to the patients of St. Vincent ' s Hospital. On iVIarch 4th we had a really fabulous boarders ' dance and Les is to be congratulated! The night before our Easter holidays we surprised our bride-to-be with a shower and Mrs. Mott and Mrs. Mac gave us delicious refreshments. We hope that our picnic at Lac Philippe will go just as well as it usually does. N.B.— We wish to thank those from Ash- bury, Carleton, Ottawa U., and anyone else who helped and contributed to making our year even more interesting. Have a terrific summer! Bye now. 10 SAMARA Public Speaking Early in November the school assembled in the gym for our annual Public Speaking- contest. The contestants were students chosen by their class teachers as the best speakers in their forms. Girls ranging from the seventh grade to Senior Matriculation gave well- delivered speeches that were interesting and made listening a pleasure. We all waited with anticipation for the winners to be announced. The results were as follows: Junior: Dorian EUis first, Cathy Berry second. Intermediate: Audrey Loeb, Elizabeth Knox. Senior: Julie Kingstone, Carolyn Strauss. Honorable mentions were given to Karen Loeb, Gail Fincham and Ursula Shroeder of the Intermediates, and to Wendy Wilson and Judy Ewing of the Seniors. Tlie Formal It was here! The great day had arrived. After weeks spent in counting the hours, minutes and seconds, it was hard to believe that the Elmwood Formal was here at last. It was held on April thirtieth at the Country Club, and began with the traditional receiving line. Ronnie Clark and his band provided the music which we all thoroughly enjoyed. There were three spot dances; J. A. Hair and John Mathers, Sandy iVIcNaughton and Dave Rhodes, and Joan Berry and Jimmy Speo were the lucky and envied(?) winners. Among the casualties, we have to report that there was a 6 Matric Progressive Dinner Party planned, but somebody goofed. How- ever there was an unending supply of deli- cious punch, coke and food throughout the evening. A photographer was at the dance to take our pictures — a job which he must have thoroughly (r ) enjoyed. (We enjoyed it any- way ! ) Another casualty occurred when our dis- tinguished head girl, Di Lawson, and her date, Dave Ross, went for a neat loop across the floor during the Leichensteiner Polka. There were many many other highlights. We all had a tremendous time, and it was the best formal ever! Junior Hallowe ' en Party On Friday, October thirtieth. Form One held a Hallowe ' en party in their form room. They invited a few staffs members and some girls; however there were quite a few party crashers! Mrs. Bruce judged the costumes, and although they were all extremely good, Carolyn Smart won first prize as an eighteenth century girl, and Vesna Milatovic second prize as a lady. Refre shments provided by Aiiss Robinson were served, games were played, and all, from the staff to the youngest member, enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Senior Hallowe ' en Party The Senior Hallowe ' en party was held on a Friday, a fact which enabled everyone to sleep in the next morning and recuperate. A4rs. Bruce announced the Grand March amidst shouts of laughter as the participants walked, ran or crawled around the gym. The honourable judges, Mrs. Bruce, Mrs. Stephen and Mrs. Watson must have had a difficult time choosing the winners, but the decisions were finally made. They were: Heather Letch, Heather Blaine, iVIardie Aldous, Lind- say Smart and a team of Ellie Costom and Kathy Kirk (who, by the way, were A4ona Lisa and Leonardo da Vinci.) After the prize-giving, everyone settled back to enjoy the skits. The teachers ' pre- sentation of a typical day at Elmwood had everyone in fits of laughter. A TV pro- gramme, complete with commercials, done by 5A, and a rather revised version of " Snow White " which was tenderly entitled " Shady Sadie and her Swinging Seven " done by 6. ' 1, added to the fun. After all the excitement, there was the usual stampede for the dining room. Teachers ' Basketball Game A basketball game was held on Friday, Alarch fourth. It was no ordinary game, how- ever, as one team consisted of teachers. The admission fee was fifteen cents, which went S A iVI A R A 11 toward the Elmwood Formal. As you can imagine the gym was jam-packed to see the fun. Miss Robinson and three trusty assistants were on the scene with stretchers and hack- saws in case of any mishap. The teachers put up an admirable game, and even though there were a few rules broken here and there, no one seemed to mind. The final score was 6 to 42, though there seemed to be two schools of thought on which team had scored the 42. To complete things, iVlrs. Bruce led the cheer leaders on the side. It was an excellent game, and eleven dollars were raised toward the formal. House Dances We have had quite a few house dances this year, thanks to the untiring efforts of our head girl. Our square dance this year was a success, as were all the rest, and all present enjoyed themselves. The artists among us made all kinds of decorations from carnivals to St. Patrick ' s Dav leprechauns, with lots more in between. This has been a wonderful year for dances. Let ' s hope next year will be as good! The Gym Display On March 25 each form, from the tiny Primers to the agile(?) Six Uppers displayed the different types of exercises whi ch thev had performed during the year under the un- tiring efforts of Mrs. Markus. The Primers were an instant success: their ballet movements captured the hearts of the audience, and proud parents nodded across at each other as their small daughters did their plies and puppet dance. Mrs. Povey ' s class did a very good dance interpretation. We had marching and pre- cision exercises, and the extra oym class worked on the rings, and skillfully did their gymnastics and tumbling. The audience went through some tense moments (nothing compared to what we went through), and many " Oh ' s " and " Ah ' s " were heard. Everything ran smoothly, and when one of the visitors mentioned that the Gym Display had turned out very well, a sigh of relief spread through the school! Thank you Mrs. iVIarkus, because without you, we couldn ' t have done it! Senior Art Each week on Tuesday and Wednesday, Mrs. iVIarriot ' s " Aiarvelous Modern Masters " meet to create. The art class is held at the Marriots, and we have a very homey atmo- sphere, afternoon tea, music and other extras. This is the Junior .Vlatric art course, and it is not all play. We covered territory from the Renaissance to Japanese, Chinese and seventeenth century art. We were given notes and are responsible for them for the exams. We also covered Cubism, surrealism, baroque, the Impressionist era, collage and many other aspects and techniques. We visited the Art Gallery several times, and on one occasion were taken on a personal guided tour by Mr. David Partridge, a well known abstract painter. The most fun of course was the actual drawing and painting. We experimented in almost all mediums: oils, water colours, ink, charcoal, pastels, poster paints and many others. We turned out quite a few good efforts and are very proud of our showings. Also on the course was an optional project, for which we constructed a model house com- plete with floor plan and grounds. At the beginning of the year there was an exhibition of our art in the Six A4atric class- room for the parents to see. Also a big display is planned for the end of the year when all our work will be shown. During the year we took turns hanging one of our pictures in the dining room to be criticized or admired, as the case may be. On behalf of the five art students (Di Smith, Anne McDowell and Judy A4arriott from 6 Matric, and Martha Wilson and Ellie Costom from 5 A), I would like to thank Airs. A ' larriott, the teacher for all the work she put into our art and for her patience with us. All her efforts were greatly appreciated and all the students benefited greatly from her teach- ing. I hope art will continue next year, and that it will be as pleasant and educational as this year. 12 S A iVI A R A United Nations On February 24, a model United Nations Security Council meeting was held at Carle- ton University. The Council was composed of a delegation from every high school in Ottawa. Each group represented a member country in the Security Council, and Elm- wood took the part of Tunisia in the debates. Our delegates were Sandra A IcNaughton, Judy Ewing and Anne iVIcDowell. The resolutions put forward concerned the admittance of the Peoples ' Republic of China (Red China) to the United Nations, total world disarmament, the Jordan-Israeli crisis, and Egyptian control of the Suez Canal. Anne A ' lcDowell delivered Tunisia ' s first speech stating her country ' s position towards the entrance of Red Chi na into the U.N. She abstained from voting on this issue. Sandy McNaughton spoke on the Jordan-Israeli crisis, and Judy Ewing on world disarma- ment. Ann later delivered Tunisia ' s final speech on Egyptian control of the Suez Canal. The meeting was the first of i:s kind in Ottawa, and was, we feel, a great success. Choir The choir this year was very successful under the patient direction of Mrs. Edelsten. Each morning it held practice before school, demonstrating the enthusiasm the girls must have had for it. Otherwise what normal girl would get up about a half hour earlier than absolutely necessary. These practices were well worth while, for nearly each week the choir sang for us such songs as " The Lord ' s Prayer " , " All in the April Evening " , and " Eye Hath not Seen " , besides providing valuable assistance in the hymn singing. Their enthusi- asm and effort made morning prayers much more enjoyable for us all. A big vote of thanks goes to Airs. Edelsten lor her guidance and the time she spent coaching and instructing the choir. Thanks also to Mrs. Edelsten for the wonderful din- ner party she gave the choir. We hope next year she will continue as choir mistress, and that the choir will be even bigger and better. Philosophy Club Everyone who attended the Philosophy Club this year would agree that it has been one of the best years ever. We had excellent speakers, such as Rev. Preece, Rev. Griffith, Canon Bruce, Father Leo, Rabbi Eckstein, Dr. Uhlir (the new member of our Elm wood community) and many others. As can be seen by their respective titles, there was a variety of ideas, each one as interesting and valuable as the other. Our special thanks goes to A4rs. Bruce and Mrs. Blyth who gave so much of their time and knowledge to us. Every one of us appre- ciates all the evenings A4rs. Bruce opened her home to us. The friendly atmosphere did much to encourage the first few questions of the discussion periods, and to keep more com- ing. I am sure there isn ' t a girl who attended the discussions who will not, at some time in the years to come, remember and use some- thing which she learned from the Philosophy Club of Elmwood, 1960. French Club Cette annee Adadame Betts a organise un club francais pour les jeunes filles qui s ' interes- saient a la conversation franyaise. Une cin- quantaine de membres se rencontraient tous les lundis pour bavarder, chanter, et ecouter des compositions sur des sujets divers. On servait du the et des sandwiches ce qui don- nait a nos rencontres une atmosphere amicale. Cinq ou six fois le club a visite les jeunes filles Canadiennes franyaises de I ' ecole St. Joseph. Pour terminer la saison nous avons invite nos camarades de cette ecole a venir voir quatre films excel lents dont deux fran- yais que Mme. Betts avait choisis. Un diner a ete servi et pendant le repas j ' ai ete surprise de I ' amelioration et de la facilite avec laquelle nos filles s ' exprimaient avec leurs voisines de table. Nous pouvons remercier Adme. Betts pour sa merveilleuse idee, son organisation et sur- tout sa patience avec son " French Club " et je suis sure que I ' annee prochaine il reprendra avec beaucoup d ' enthousiasme. S A A4 A R A 13 3nter-sckool Sports Tennis For the third consecutive year, the Elm- wood school tennis team won the Inter- scholastic Tennis Tournament, held this year at the Ottawa Tennis Club on September 26. The team, consisting of Heather Blaine, Laragh Neelin, Lesley Gait, A ' lartha Wilson and Sherrill Fell, had a near " grand-slam " victory, winning forty-eight out of forty- nine games played. SCHOOL TENNIS TEAM. Front: Heather Blaine, Sherrill Fell. Back: Lesley Gait, Laragh Neelin, A ' lartha Wilson. Volleyball This year for the second time, Elmwood entered a volleyball team in the Inter-School Tournament. As we were an " odd " school, we were given the most difficult draw, as we had to play one more game than all the other schools, and also had to meet all the schools once instead of only half the schools twice. Nevertheless the team was able to reach the finals in the last league, and were defeated by Nepean by only two points in the final game. However the girls are already throwing that volleyball around again, so who knows what may happen next year! SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL. Front: Nancy Smallian, Jjdy Ewing, Sherrill Fell, Heather Blaine (captain , Linda Peden, Chris Mackenzie. Back: Lesley Gait, Phyllis Burke, Judy Brown, Sherry Oliver, Carolyn Strauss, Ginny Wilson, Di Manion. 14 S A A4 A R A SCHOOL BASKETIULL. I ' lont: Nancy Smallian, Heather Blaine (captain), Sherrill Fell, Sherry Oliver, Sarah Garvock. Adiddle: Judy Marriott, Judy Brown. Back: Sue Arnold, Judy Ewing, Susie Southam, Angela Wolfe-Taylor, Phyllis Burk, Laragh Neelin, Lesley Gait. Basketl)all After an intensive practice, the team dis- covered that they would be unable to play in the Interscholastic Tournament. However this setback did not hinder a successful year. They played in the " Out-of-Town " invitational Tourney, meeting teams from Smiths Falls, South Carleton, Arnprior and Almonte. Later they played and defeated a well-organized Notre Dame squad. There were other invitational matches played, but the chmax was reached when they won 19-18 over the undefeated Lisgar teams who later became the Ottawa champions. S nter-kouse Sports Tennis Owing to bad weather and other accidents the inter-house tennis tournament was not finished in the fall as planned. The few games that were played, however, were very excit- ing, and we hope that the tournament will be finished some time in the spring. A4ay the best team win! Badminton For the second consecutive year, Heather Blaine managed to capture the senior singles cup, and teamed with Linda Peden to win the Senior doubles cup. In the Junior division, Sarah Gai " vock won the singles, and she and Rita Browning the doubles. Badminton Team. Front: Heather Blaine, Sarah Garvock. Back: Linda Peden, Rita Browning. S A iVI A R A 15 Volleyball The school volleyball season was initiated with a rousing inter-form Round Robin tour- nament. As everyone was able to participate this made a very successful beginning. The results were: 5A ' over 5B- 30-22; 6M over 5A -27-26; 6M over 5B-30-21. The inter-house competition was won by Nightingale, who defeated both Fry and Keller. The losing teams were as follows: (See picture of Nightingale ' s winning team): Fry: Martha Wilson, Heather Blaine, Chris A4ac- kenzie, Di Manion, Ruthie Petrie, Mariellen Campbell, Laragh Neelin, Sarah Garvock, Dana Crookston, Ann McDowell, Linda Peden, Sherry Oliver. Keller: Nancy Smal- lian, Sue Arnold, Judy Marriott, Carolyn Strauss, Candy Higginson, Phyllis Burke, Sue Southam, Cathy Bratton, Lois Mulkins. Winning Basketball Team — Nightingale. Front: Jane Rodger, Sherrill Fell, Lesley Gait (captain), Judy Brown, Ginny Wilson. Back: Jane Beatty, Sandra Layng, Sandra Booth, Angela Wolf-Taylor, Sandra Radcliffe, Judy Ewing, Di Smith (referee). Winning Volleyball Team — Nightingale. Front: Jane Beatty, Heather Hayley, Sandra Layng, Sherrill Fell, Judy Ewing. Back: Sandra Radcliffe, Sandra Booth, Jane Rodger, Judy Brown, Lesley Gait (cap- tain), Trudy Johnston, Ginny Wilson, Di Smith (referee), Angela Wolfe-Taylor. Basketball Nightingale also won the inter-house Bas- ketball tournament. They swept undefeated through the round-robin, defeating Keller 31-19, and Fry 19-15. This year some of the games were played in the " large " gym of Juliana Hall, — a real treat! The winning team is pictured here. The other teams were: Fry: Sherry Oliver, iVIartha Wilson, Mariellen Campbell, Heather Blaine, Sarah Garvock, Dana Crookston, Laragh Neelin, Linda Peden, Ann McDowell. Keller: Nancy Smallian, J. A. Hair, Barb Townend, Candy Higginson, Lois Mulkins, Sue Southam, Carolyn Strauss, Judy Marriott, Sue Arnold, Phyllis Burke. 16 S A jM A R A jCiteraryi Section T and L She came from Yugoslavia, Unto our nativ e clime. You may think her a foreigner, But folks — give Vesna time. rite Sheila can be naughty, Sheila can be bright, The youngest in our class She should have been a sp: A Iarie is like another one, They both had claim to France, The Antoinette did lose her head, But ours leads us a dance. Alinding other people ' s business. Is said to be a shame. But iMarkie ' s so good-natured. She can ' t be held to blame. Kathy is good with others and kind, ' Specially when given our monkeys to mind. It ' s usual in class for her answer to wait. But she often comes through— at some later date. Smart in name and smart in school, Carolyn is no one ' s fool. Winning a national poster prize Is quite a feat for one her size. Undeniable, reliable. To look on very fair; If Kathy were any quieter. You wouldn ' t know she was there. Harried, harrassed. Heckled and hurried, Despite all the bustle. Enjoying the tussle Of trying to teach And striving to reach The various levels. One through four — guess who? SAMARA 17 The Big House Once upon a time there was a terrible witch, and she lived in a big house. She loved to catch children. Children did not like that terrible witch at all. Children were afraid of that witch. All at once she saw a child go past the house and she ran out to try and catch the child. But the child ran and ran. Sheila Embleton, Age 5, Transition The Fairies The Fairies are such pretty things. They dance and, sing all day. Thev have such lovely, silver wings. Oh! how I ' d love to see them play! Carolyn Smart A Day at Camp Fortune Camp Fortune is a very nice place to ski. The hills have just the right amount of snow to ski on. Some of the hills are steep, so they have tows to pull you up. The hills for tiny tots don ' t have tows as they can easily get up themselves. Every Saturday I go there with my father. At one-thirty I have my ski lesson. I hate having my ski lesson as I get cold so quickly. This is because I have to wait for the others to have their turns. Sometimes the ski teacher won ' t let me go to the lodge to warm up. At the ski lesson I learn things like the kick turn and the snow plough and how to stop. After the ski lesson we say good-bye to our teacher and wait until the next Satur- day. The subjects in the ski lesson may be familiar to you but they are not to me. I am hoping that some day I will learn all the cor- rect thinks to do and so be a good skier. Cathy A IacLaren, Form III The Things I Dislike I don ' t like apple pie. I do not like apples or cooked carrots, fish or mushrooms. I can ' t bear to hear about them as they are so ter- rible. I dcn ' t like cake or ice cream. Some things I do not like at all and some I just dis- like a little. One day when I came home from school I asked, " What ' s for supper? " The answer was one of the things I hated the most, apple pie. Sometimes I have to go to bed early and that is one of the things I dislike more than anything. I do not like it when my father says I can not watch television. Some- times when I want to go to my friend ' s house the answer is no. These are a few things I dislike. Vesna Milatovic, Form II The New Dress One day Aiummy took me to the store. She knew I needed a new party dress. And there was going to be a party. We went to the dress floor and A4ummy looked at the dresses. Then she saw a beautiful dress. She asked the lady how much it cost. But she said it was already sold. I was very disappointed because I did like the dress. At two o ' clock the telephone rang. It was the lady at the store. She said we could have the dress. I was so happy. At six o ' clock the dress came. I got dressed and did my hair. At eight o ' clock the guests came. Everyone said it was the nicest dress they had ever seen. And I had worn my dress for the first time. Carolyn Smart, Form III The Concert We went to a concert at Rockcliffe Public School. We had lots of fun listening to the nice music. All the pieces were very good, but we liked the march about the soldiers best. The instruments were all very interest- ing, and the conductor told us about them. He also told us about the composers who wrote the music we were to hear. We sat near the front and wondered if the people in the back could see because there was such a big- audience. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. After the concert was over we went home. We talked about the music nearly all the time we were walking home. We hope we will hear it again next year. Cathy MacLaren, Vesna A-Iilatovic, Carolyn Smart. 18 S A Al A R A 4B Moments we have enjoyed: . . . . Foregathering at the beginning of the new school year, bagging desks, swapping news, discovering new girls, new staff, new hair styles. . . . . the thought of the Long Weekend. (How long is Long?) .... the first signs of snow, — when thoughts turned to skating and skiing. . . . . Putting together our Hallowe ' en skit, which involved much mirth; — Audrey ' s bur- lesque as a Lady News Reporter, Dorian get- ting into a Beatnik mood, Lynn as a Jungle Hunter. And then on The Night, — the staff skit. Mrs. Eddleston and her bugle had us in stitches! . . . . Our visit to the Design Centre. . . . . Free Day: — particularly the Treasure Hunt with cunningly-hidden rhyming clues. And the party afterwards. . . . . The Children ' s Concert we attended at Rockcliffe Public School gi ven by the Ottawa Philharmonic Orchestra. . 4r. Mayer ' s quips delighted us; the music too. . . . . Chores in the Art Room. Discussing da V inci and Picasso, — not forgetting the com- ments on our own efforts. . . . . Dressing up for the Christmas Tableau: the black-greased faces of Claire as the Orien- tal King and Susan as his slave; and the fun the shepherds had sticking on their beards! . . . . April 1st! The chalk and board-duster bound in Scotch tape. iVIrs. Povey ' s perplexed expression! . . . . Collecting Proverbs and Idioms. Dis- covering " Spoonerisms " — (Kathy was the cause of the latter!) . . . . Putting on our play — " The Knave of Hearts " , — and enjoying those treats after the performance! . . . . " Horse Talk " amongst members of the 4B Horse Club. (They talk about horses, look at horse pictures, draw horses, dream horses, — and even ride them, too!) .... The Gym Display — looking back now, those " butterflies " seem quite beautiful! .... Signs of Spring. And so baseball in the lunch hour. . . . . Making the " Lollipop Tree " and " Rice Pudding Tree " for our last play. There are to be real lollipops on the tree for the Final Per- formance, but they are too distracting for rehearsals. . . . . Dorian ' s " lecture " on Russia, — and see- ing the lovely photographs given by the Embassy. . . . . Our Current Events Discussions. . . . . And let ' s admit it: — even lessons some- times! Our Visit to the Design Centre On February ninth, the class visited the Design Centre on Rideau Street where there was an exhibition of English children ' s paint- ings. It was snowing and very cold that day, so we went in two taxis instead of by bus as originally planned. On our arrival, a member of the staff there spoke to us about the work of the Design Centre. She showed us some pictures of modei-n home equipment and indicated good and bad features in their design. After the talk, we wandered about and viewed the paintings. The artists ' ages varied from five to eighteen years. Some of the paintings were very amusing, others provoked much discussion, and most of them showed much talent and imagination. The time came for us to return to school, so we thanked the Design Centre staff and all agreed it had been an enjoyable visit. Claire AIarler, Lynn Williamson S A M A R A 19 Personality Parade — l y Ourselves CATHERINE BERRY (Cathy): " Is that all the homework we have? " Cathy was Form Captain in the last term. Her great interest is studying, and in her spare time she often does a bit more study- ing! She won a Humane Society Essay prize, and stuns us with her winsome hair- do ' s after weekends home. This summer, she will be hohdaying with family and friends at a cottage in Quebec, and anticipates swimming, water skiing, riding, weiner roasts and dancing, with per- haps a visit to her uncle ' s farm. Don ' t forget to sharpen those pencils for next year, Kathy! LOUISE CHALKE (Weeze): " Let me tell you about the late movie! " Louise occasionally forgets her home work. She is a TV devotee. (Some people hint that there is a connection . . . ) She is an authority on Food, European Travel and Current Affairs, and has a quick sense of humour. She and Nicole are usually to be found within giggling distance of one another. Louise ' s social arrangements change 20 S A M A R A daily, — so extensive and complicated are they. Lately she has had her nose in a Spanish dictionary, so we suspect she has hopes of joining Nicole on a South Ameri- can vacation this summer. DEBORAH DUVAL (Debbie): " Lve got the most gorgeous new shoes! " Debbie ' s laugh will always signal the whereabouts of 4B! She is chief Jar- Washer in the Art Room and a tireless provider of news cuttings and pictures for Current Events, as well as having considerable act- ing ability. She has worked and played hard in her first year at Elmwood, and this sum- mer plans to ride, swim, water ski, go visit- ing, follow fashion, and attempt to curb her dog ' s delight in beer-drinking! DORIAN ELLIS (Dodo): " Oh! I ' m sure I will not pass! " Dorian jumped grade six, but no one would notice. A friendly humorous per- sonality, Dorian has been Vice-Form Cap- tain this term. ( " What sort of vice? " did someone say?). Her summer movements will take in camping, lake-side living, rid- ing, swimming, and a trip to the New England States. En route she will be delving into many a book we suspect, and perhaps dabble further in hair styling! SUSAN GORMAN (Suzie): " You ' re sitting on my hair! " Suzie is independent, imperturbable, and quite an actress, as well as being a pianist, " bookworm " , and brain. Despite her lesser years and inches than others in the class, she has kept up well and contributed much to our activities. Good for you, Suzie! AUDREY LAIDLER (Odd): " Help! Did she say a Spelling test? " A school enthusiast, indefatiguable paint- mixer, historian, humorist, and iVliss Alurray Bay 1960? Audrey will be going " en fa- mille " again to a familiar summer haunt where she will swim, golf, picnic and play tennis ith old friends. Audrey ' s hook on " The Alternatives to Spellino " will be available shortly. CLAIRE MARLER: " Well, I might " . Claire is an authority on cats, and the creator of refreshing drinks, as well as be- ing a star speller and pianist. Claire ' s parents are soon moving to Montreal where she will probably be going to school next year. She is looking forward to another vacation at .Metis and possibly a motor trip to Gaspe. We ' re sorry to be losing you, Claire! — but keep in touch. KATHERINE McAiEANS (Kit): " Oh no! Not arithmetic homework! " Kit joined us in the first term and hails from Alberta. She is a tremendous horse enthusiast, and animal-lover. Kit ' s winter parka was the envy of us all, and she was a most convincing elderly shepherd in the Nativity play. Kit has discovered the pre- sence of the Canadian Mounted Police in this area and enjoys watching them: it ' s the horses she ' s interested in, — at the moment! ALEXANDRA iMOORE (Sandy): " Look out of the window! Quick! " Alex has a habit of binding strips of Scotch tape around her desk and then peel- ing them off: — a quaint tendency that seems to bother Mrs. Povey. Alex is an athlete, horse woman and plant-lover, and revealed an unsuspected talent for sewing last year. Her summer plans include a French camp and possibly a visit to Niagara Falls to decide just whether she could equal Blondin on that tight-rope. We wish her happiness and success at King ' s Hall next September. NICOLE SICOTTE (Pickel): " I really tried, Mrs. Povey, I really tried! " Nicole is a linguist and traveller and is interested in social welfare and justice: she can be heard often in earnest discussion on topics ranging from Refugee Aid to the Chessman cause. We were glad to welcome her back after a year ' s absence from Elm- wood, and look forward to hearing her accounts of South America where she ex- pects to be on vacation with her family this summer. Luckv Nicole! SAMARA 21 LYNN WILLIAMSON (Pin): " Well, my desk was tidy at the beginning of term! " Tomboy Lynn is an artist, horse-lover and humorist; to watch her trying to tidy her desk is a memorable spectacle! Lynn ' s ambition is to live the lone life in the North West Territories, enjoying herself just rid- ing, fishing, and exploring, with perhaps an occasional game of tennis with her horse! But she won ' t be alone for long. She has too many friends. An Evening in Las Vegas It was about ten p.m. when my family and I arrived by car in Las Vegas. We had just come from Death Valley, and were hot, sticky and tired from our long motor run. As we entered the city, we saw more and more lights. We looked for a hotel or motel but had trouble in finding a suitable one be- cause most of them were either too expensive or had no vacancy. Finally we found a motel with a swimming pool, called " The Star Motel. " Then we freshened up and afterwards went to see Las Vegas by night; then the fun began! We had supper at the Thunderbird Hotel, and then went to the Riviera Hotel. As my sister and I are not twenty-one yet, we were not allowed to gamble. Our parents left us as near to the Casino as possible. It was interesting to observe people; — some were wearing shorts, while others were ele- gantly dressed. My parents would come and tell us what they had won, or lost! Afterwards, we went on to the centre of town where the famous Casinos — the The Golden Nugget, The Horseshoe and a few others are. The Golden Nugget was not what I ex- pected, since for one thing, it did not have any golden nugget! There was a restaurant from where we could watch everyone in the Casino. Then we went to The Horseshoe, — at whose entrance there is a big horseshoe with two sheets of glass, between which there were bills that amounted on one million dollars. I understand that the dollars are the real thing! Later we returned to our motel, all feeling tired and ready for a good night ' s rest. I would not like to live in Las Vegas, but it was an exciting place to visit! Nicole Sicotte A Treasure Map When Mr. S. R. Smeedwell died, his lawyer did as he was bidden, and after a great deal of trouble, sent half of a treasure map to each of Smeedwell ' s long lost sons. But as each son had only one-half he wasn ' t able to understand the map at all, and so each decided to go to the country where the mysterious treasure was buried. It just happened that they were fellow-travellers, but they did not recognize each other. They were both rather nervous at the thought of treasure and as a result they had many mishaps in- cluding spilling their drinks. Later one of the two brothers took out his half of the map and began studying it once again. The other man, not noticing, did the same. Suddenly the plane jerked, and the two bumped together and each noticed what the other was reading! The two amazed brothers put the map together shakily and soon were searching- after leaving the plane. The treasure was easily found. But it was not what they expected. It was a note which read: " My Dear Sons, Although you expected to find riches, do not be disappointed because you have a far greater treasure. You have happiness in each other ' s friendship, as you are at last together after all these years. Good luck, and please enjoy your ' treasure ' in the years to come. " Dorian Ellis A Man and His Dog It was a cold, dreary, wet day on old Thomas Powers ' birthday. He was blind and was seventy-five. All his nieces and nephews had sent him gifts: a sweater, some slippers and other things. SAMARA About noon of Alarch thirty-first, Thomas ' birthday, a strange man in a dark blue trench coat quietly darted up the porch steps of his house, rang the doorbell, and fled When Thomas answered the door, he asked who it was. Receiving no reply, he be- gan to close the door. The door bumped into something as it closed. Thomas reached down and his hands felt a soft, wooly animal. It was a little German Shepherd puppy dog. Thomas decided to keep the puppy and to call him King. As the dog grew, he and his master be- came close friends and companions. King would guide Thomas along the street, and stop at every red light. One day, a near fatal accident happened. While walking down iVIain Street, King and Thomas stopped for a red light. On crossing, a driver carelessly drove on, hitting Thomas. In one moment of terror, King rushed madly away. In the hospital, the doctors announced that Thomas was critically injured, and in his de- lirium the old blind man kept on calling, " King, King! " So the doctor in charge called the Humane Society, to try and find a dog that would answer to the name of King. In a week ' s time, the Society phoned back, saying they had found a German Shepherd who came to them when called King. The Society had taken the dog to their shelter, fed him, and dried him, and later took him to the hospital. When King saw Thomas, he jumped on the bed, wagged his tail, and was obviously delighted at finding his beloved master. After that Thomas was ever grateful to the Society for finding his devoted dog, and he soon recovered from his injuries. Debbie Duval 4A When we began class in September we all sang: Hi-ho hi-ho! We ' ll never reform you know. We ' ve gone through school without a rule, Hi-ho hi-ho hi-ho! Now in May we sing it this way: Hi-ho hi-ho. We ' ve changed our minds you know. Airs. Watson ' s class now shines the brass, Hi-ho, hi-ho hi-ho! A keen skier and the classroom brain, Deborah Gill is her name. A mathematician is Lindsay Smart, She knows the arithmetic books by heart. Cheryl Cook could be clever — but her motto is just " Better late than never. " For Composition we turn to Sandy, In this subject she ' s a dandy. Marilyn shines in Music and Art, In Drama too, she ' ll steal your heart. A girl whose name is Christel Kopp In spelling tests rides high to the top. In Speech making she took the prize. Boy! Did she ever open our eyes —Audrey Loeb. In all subjects she aims for success, Lynn Berry ' s her name — or did you guess? Mardie like the Cheshire cat, Only comes to us for this or that. The day of the year we most enjoyed was " Free Day " . We played the Television Quiz, " Live a Borrowed Life " , which proved to be a great success. In this several girls portrayed the lives of famous people such as Prince Phillip, Shakespeare and Ellen Fairclough. This quiz increased our general knowledge of these characters as well as giving us a great S A Al A R A 23 deal of enjoyment. In the afternoon we held a party. Marilyn brought a record player and a selection of Victor Borge records. We also brought a large selection of food and pop — sandwiches, cake, cookies and candy. We ate and ate and ate. Finally the bell tolled telling us Free Day was over. Mrs. Watson had a head ache but she was sure a good sport. We have had some trouble with " Words are Important " . For example, in using words in sentences to show clearly the meaning, one Christmas test showed up like this- The man tried to consolidate the unhappy women. The hall was not big enough to accininilate all the people. The Story of Edith Cavell Edith was born in the small town of Swardeston, England on December fourth, 1865. She was one of four children and was brought up very strictly for her father was a vicar. At the age of thirty-one Miss Cavell de- cided to do something worthwhile vith her life and went in training to be a nurse. Eventually she became the supervisor of a hospital and finally reached the top of her profession when she became matron at a home in Manchester. Several years later Nurse Cavell was asked to be the directrice of Dr. Depages ' Chnic in Brussels. When she returned home for her vacation, she received serious news that Austria had declared war. The Germans rushed into Brussels soon after Nurse Cavell ' s return. During the First World War she and the nurses helped over two hundred Allied soldiers escape. A good friend of Edith ' s, Phillipe Barcq, was also helping towards the same cause. No. 149 Rue de la Culture were the magic words whis- pered to the escaping Allies. Everything went well for quite a while until one day the news leaked out that 149 Rue de la Culture was the means of escape for many British soldiers, and soon the Ger- mans came to arrest brave Nurse Cavell. She spent many long weeks in prison until the day of her trial. Louis Huliez, Phillipe Barcq and Edith Cavell were all found guilty, but it was Edith and Monsieur Barcq that were to be shot that cold October morning. Her friends tried every way they knew to save her, but it was all in vain. The night before her death, Edith ' s pastor, the Reverend Graham came to visit her and they sang one SAMARA 25 Junior Axt by Marilyn Ross, 4A Senior Art by Diana Smith 26 S A M A R A of her favourite hymns, " Abide with me, fast falls the eventide. " At five o ' clock Edith rose and dressed. She made her bed just as neatly as she ever had in any of the hospitals. She wrote this in her diary before the guards led her away. " Died at seven a.m. on Oct. 12, 1915, with love to my Mother, E. Cavell. " At seven o ' clock Edith stood facing the firing squad. Not one man wanted to kill this brave woman and no one will ever know who did for it was the only one gun which was loaded. In a few seconds the sound of gun- shots could be heard and the bodies of Phillipe Barcq and Edith Cavell lay dead on the ground. Edith Cavell not only gave her life for her country, but set a great example for us to follow. Her last words were: " Standing as I do in view of God and eternity, 1 realize that patriotism is not enough, I must have no hatred or bitterness toward anyone. " xVIarilyn Ross Pearls It is believed that the pearl was the first gem known to man. We find it mentioned in the oldest of writings. Many legends and stories have been written about it during its long history and in many countries it is valued above any other precious stone. The Arabs have a superstition that pearls are dewdrops filled with moonlight, that fall into the sea and are swallowed up by oysters, then turn from liquid to solid form. But the natural way in which a pearl is made is far more interesting than the superstition. Sometimes a tiny grain of sand or perhaps a little parasite works its way into the shell of an oyster, and gets caught in the soft mem- brane. This irritates the membrane and in order to stop the irritation it begins to coat the intruder with thin layers of a substance called nacre. Day after day the nacre is de- posited until the pearl sometimes grows quite large. As the deposits are made, muscles ex- pand and contract in an effort to get rid of the object, so that the nacre is smoothed on in even layers, and the pearl becomes round in shape. Kfot all pearls are perfectly round, some are irregular in shape. The oddly shaped pearls are often made into beautiful pendants, rings, brooches and other types of jewellery. The colours of the most valuable pearls are rose, cream, white and black. The finest pearls come from the Persian Gulf, near the island of Bahrein. The pearl diving season begins in A4ay when the water is warm. The diving is done in much the same way as it was done 600 years ago. The divers work in pairs, one to dive while the other stays in the boat, waiting for the signal from the one in the water. A diver can stay underwater usually for 1 Vi minutes. A good diver can go down as many as 30 times in a day. The bags which they carry around their necks are filled with oysters when they come to the surface where the oysters are opened in the hunt for pearls. The pearls are sorted according to size and shape and sold to the dealers. In the Indian Ocean and the Persian Gulf, the pearls are sent to India where the great pearl center is located. Here they are washed and polished and those which are to be used in necklaces are drilled by hand according to a three thousand year old method which re- quires great skill and delicacy. A necklace of real pearls costs thousands or even hundreds of thousands of dollars. But it takes years to collect the pearls to make it. The pearls must be perfect both in colour and shape. Until the Second World War interrupted it, the pearling industry off the north coast of Australia flourished. Unfortunately, the Japanese fleets had in previous years nearly crowded out the Australian companies. There is, however, another type of pearl which is not an imitation, yet is not entirely a natural growth. This is the culture pearl and the finest of these are very beautiful and costly. As far back as the thirteenth century, the Chinese knew that pearls could be grown by putting a fresh water mussel inside the shell, and it would at once start covering the object S A iM A R A 27 and in time a pearl would be produced. But it was not until 1890 that the Japanese began to do this at a large commercial scale. Today culture pearls are made in the Persian Gulf and many other places as well as Japan. To put the foreign substance into the shell is very difficult and requires great patience and experience. The culture pearl industry now supplies most of the quahty pearls sold in jewellery stores throughout the world. The fact that they are now made by the culture process makes them less expensive than genuine pearls, and they can be owned and their beauty ap - preciated by more people than ever before. Audrey Loeb The Story of an Animal Rescued by the Humane Society It was a cold, bleak December day. Mutt, a plain mutt, was wandering slowly down the road — cold, lost and hungry. As he walked by a medium sized bunga- low a small girl cried " Hey kids, look at the new dog in the neighbourhood " . A few boys turned around to look at it but when they saw how shabby and thin it was they went back to their hockey. Poor old Mutt wasn ' t taking any chances of being turned out of his house again. The old wooden shack was falling apart and his mistress didn ' t have enough money for food so Mutt wasn ' t going to starve. No indeed — he was heading straight for the garbage dump and no one could stop him. Next morning as the girl was having breakfast she saw the mutt walk by the win- dow. Sheila, as she was called, found Mutt with a cut ear and very smelly. Finding no collar on the dog she brought him in the house and fed him some milk. Her next thought was to ring the Humane Society. When Sheila got back from school that afternoon Mutt was at the Animal Shelter. For the next few days Sheila was so busy buying and decorating the Christmas tree that she almost forgot about Mutt. She didn ' t know that Mutt was lying at the Humane Society with a ' Sold ' tag on him. Indeed, her father had put a claim in for him and found out six days later they owned a dog. Late Christmas Eve, A ' lutt was hidden in the house. When Sheila awoke the next morning a brown furry ball jumped right on to her bed. Not a scrawny dog but a well groomed, nicely balanced dog. Indeed, Aiutt wasn ' t to find any more hardships in life with Sheila. He still could be a little fatter but that wouldn ' t take long. She didn ' t know A4utt ' s name so she called him " Surprise Package " and nicknamed him Super. Even if she had known his name M ' as " iMutt " — that wasn ' t good enough. Now we must go back and find out what had happened to Super at the Humane So- ciety Shelter. First of all he was given a small kennel away from the other dogs to be pro- perly cared for. A kind old man filled his water bowl three times a day and gave him two meals. He was given a bath of disinfectant and he didn ' t Hke the smell. This is not the only case where the Ot- tawa Humane Society has come to the rescue. It doesn ' t just care for lost dogs but a lso for dogs that are hurt or sick. It has a Shelter on Bayview Rd. where you can buy a dog or a cat. We must not forget cats, even if they are smaller than dogs, for they play just as big a part in the life at the Shelter. Alany sad dogs with a pleading look start barking as soon as you enter the kennels. If you have not already become a member of the Ottawa Humane Society, become one soon and " Give to a worthy cause " . Debbie Gill 28 SAMARA 5C It ' s a wonder that 5C Aren ' t as busy as a bee Speaking FRENCH. Although the floor boards squeak Les pictures are magnifique Of FRANCE. The homework section on the board Is beautifully ? decored With FRENCH. The map is faded — quite, But anyone with sight Would find That FRANCE is all outlined. The bookshelf is completely stocked With many interesting lots, But the ones that number most Are FRANCAIS. At the head of the class sits Mrs. Betts, For without her U5C would be in frets, And of course she is " Magnifiquely " FRENCH. 8.45 a.m. Monday 1960 This is the school Elmwood Rockcliffe. I live here I ' m a classroom Most people call me the cell But anyway I have a story to tell. ' Twas the morning after the night. The U5C classroom a beautiful sight — Desks straight in line. Everything fine — BUT THEN In came the gang Making such a noise An outsider would think The room was full of boys. BUT REALLY The U5C ' s are brains — Oh yes ? In all the subjects you could possibly guess They pay attention? all the time? And know? their memory work just fine? FRENCH Their French is so fluent It twinges the spine? But I ' ll say something — for them It ' s just fine! HISTORY They are also Historians, I mean, — Seriously? Once someone found Denmark In middle Germany. LATIN In Latin class they all excel: They know their declensions Ever so well! (But sometimes on days when They don ' t feel so bright, Their declensions aren ' t Exactly right.) ALGEBRA In Algebra they aren ' t exactly zany: In actual fact they are quite brainy. But sometimes they get their signs in a mix. And find themselves in a fix. There are other subjects Besides the four, But they do not wish To be a bore. So before we think of anything else We ' ll forget all our frets And give our thanks to our wonderful Form Mistress, Mr s. Betts. S A A R A 29 Name Nickname Favorite Expression Ambition Probable Destination Sue Berry Bears I ' m in a lousy mood! To break into the men ' s residence at Queen ' s. Washwoman at men ' s residence at Queen ' s. Joney Flesher Jeff The boards are clean, Mrs. Routliffe To get married. Single. Diane Hayes Didi Tough Break! Jane Roger Rodge What did ya say? Lynn Douglas Lynnie-Poo Bad News! To get through grade 9 Put back into grade 8 Sandra Booth San Yes, girls! To go around Staying in Ottawa. Karen Loeb Loebie Oh Mrs. Stephen To learn to speak French. French table at Elmwood. Janice Greenberg Greenie You ' re kidding! Nurse Mental Institution. Sandra Radcliffe Rad Sure, Hayes! An Interesting Character Beethoven was a " classical composer " . He wrote music according to definite patterns and rules. Some of the young composers, like Haydn, felt that these rules were too strict, because they did not allow a composer to ex- press his own ideas. These young composers are called " romantic " . Beethoven was really both classical and romantic, for he was able to keep the rules, while expressing his own ideas beautifully. At this time Beethoven was more famous in Vienna as a pianist than as a composer. Many times when he played for society, his listeners would weep because his music was so beautiful. This annoyed Beetho- ven, for he thought that if people liked his music, they would applaud and not weep. It was now 1801. Beethoven was only thirty-one years old, and he was beginning to make a name for himself. Life would have been a joy to the composer if it had not been for the terrible secret which he alone knew. He had told no one, not even his closest friends. He, Beethoven, was about to lose his dearest possession, his hearing. He had seen many doctors, but they could promise noth- ing. Beethoven lived many years more, but finally the great man fell seriously ill and lay dying in his bed. Outside there was a storm of lightning and thunder. Inside, the dying- Beethoven suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his right hand and looked up for several seconds with his fist clenched. His raised right hand then fell to the bed, his eyes closed, he breathed no more! Ludwig Van Beethoven, great composer, giant among musicians, was dead. Sue Berry The Castle As Alice sat on the couch reading her book the clock over the fireplace struck three and she looked up, but, instead of looking at the clock, her eyes fell upon the three enorm- ous pink vases on the mantelpiece. They had always fascinated her and she longed to know what they contained. Soon AHce was thinking of a plan to find out. " When Mother goes out in a minute, " she thought, " I can peep inside " . At ten minutes past three Alice ' s mother went out and Alice waited till she was out of sight. Then she ran to the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid off the largest vase, the one in 30 SAMARA the middle. She put her face to the rim and gazed in, " Oh! " she cried when she saw the contents, " How beautiful! " At the bottom of the vase wa s a little lane fringed with trees and flowers. High on a hill was a castle, glistening in the sunlight. There were wild deer running through the forest and swans swimming on the little blue lake. Everything was so beautiful. Soon a little pixie came trotting along and said to Alice: " You must follow me. I have come to take you to the castle. " The next thing Alice knew was that she was walking along the draw- bridge to the castle. She was ushered into a room which seemed like a royal bedroom. Six ladies-in- waiting were there and they soon began to dress her in rich robes and to do her hair. They told her she was to be Princess for a day and was to rule the castle. After they had finished dressing her she was led to a large dining-hall, where a feast had been prepared. As she entered the room everyone bowed and waited till she had seated herself before they did so. The feast was magnificent, the table was set with duck, suckling pig, fruit, wine and many other delicacies. When the meal had ended she was taken to her carriage which had six white horses pulling it. It carried her to the village where she met all the village people and sat on a throne on the village green while the people sang and danced for her. Soon she had to leave them and return to the palace where she changed her dress. This time she wore a gold dress with diamonds in her hair. She was going to attend a meeting of her lords and barons. She was led to a large hall, where many gentlemen stood waiting for her. They were all introduced and soon the meeting be- gan. The Barons were having trouble with their servants about their wages. Could Prin- cess Alice give them more money? Alice thought for a moment, then she asked the treasurer: " How much money do we have in the treasury? " " We have exactly four hundred thousand eight hundred and ninety . . . " " Alice! Alice! wake up dear. I ' m home. " Alice sat up rubbing her eyes, to see her mother standing beside her with a cup of hot cocoa and some cookies. " You have been asleep a long time. Have you been dreaming? " " Oh, yes, Aiother! I had a wonderful dream, " replied Alice. Judy Carter From a Cottage Window From a cottage window in the early morn- ing you can see all the beauty of the country- side. The pale sky, awaiting dawn, that lovely sight; a few animals coming to drink at the forest pool; but they all seem waiting for something. Then the sun rises in all its glory, its beams coming up through the trees on the horizon, and all the countryside becomes alive. In the trees birds stretch their wings and fly ofl in search of food, while the fledg- lings which remain in the nest wait expect- antly for the sight of the parent birds return- ing with perhaps a wriggling worm in their beaks, just enough to make a lovely breakfast for the patient young ones. In the forest all the animals, deer, rabbits, otters and beavers by the forest pool are searching for food. What is that dark shape which runs across the field and dashes into the pool just underneath the window? It is cer- tainly a weasel which catches and eats fish when it can find nothing else. This struggle for food and play will most certainly go on throughout the day for some animals, but, for most, dusk is the signal to hunt. As soon as dusk comes the day animals retire to their burrows and the birds to their nests. As the last glimmer of light disappears over the horizon an almost heavenly peace descends on the countryside. But, soon from the window could be seen, by the rising light of the moon, dark shapes in the forest. The badger comes out only at night to search for food; the owl may be heard from a lone tree S A M A R A 31 Intermediate Art by .Margaret Watson, 5C in the field. Then the moon reaches her full power and for a moment we think it is day for we may see the beautiful countryside. Yes, it is beautiful in spite of the life and death struggle in the forest; it is beautiful, from a cottage window. MiCHFXE Betts Is Money the Root of All Evil? Money and power have often been the framers of history, and have many times de- cided the course of history throughout the ages, because of their stranglehold upon hu- man nature. It was for money that Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus, for money that the Son of Man was delivered into the hands of his enemies. In the same way, it is for money that the world forsakes her principles. It is always easier to put the blame on the object behind which the fault hes, rather than to admit that the doer of the crime is the guilty one. I think that such is the case with money. We thoughtlessly condemn it before we have time to realize that the blame rests upon the misuser, rather than upon the mis- used. One common misuser of money is the miser. The more he gets, the more he saves. When he eventually dies of starvation (over his money-bags) not a penny of his fortune is willed to the poor. There are men who crave money so much that they would desert all principle to lay hold of it. It seems that there must always be a Judas in the world somewhere. The snob is another money misuser. He is always judging — sorting those who have money as valuable acquaintances and those who have not as beneath contempt. Snobbery is usually the product of an inferiority com- plex — it is easier to understand and help a snob if one remembers that he feels uncom- fortable and unwanted, and so tries to make himself above others. Since he can seldom achieve this through his intellectual and social gifts, he must try to make an impression on others with his money. The person who gives away his earthly riches to comfort a sick or destitute neighbour is truly rich. He knows that by his act of self- denial he has attained true spiritual manna. Money is never ours. It is God ' s. Those who have money possess a powerful instrument with which they may do either good or evil. They have a great responsibility, a debt to repay to God. It is up to them to use their power in a manner by which mankind may prosper. If we think of money in this respect it can never be the root of all evil. Money in 32 S A M A R A itself is neither good nor bad; it is what we do A ith it that counts. Gail Fincham The Origin of Playing Cards Playing cards have been traced back as far as 500 A.D. when they were popular in Hindustan, and from there they spread both east and west. They are said to have come into Europe when the Crusaders learned about them from the Saracens. The ancient packs of cards varied widely in different countries. Some of them had as many as ten suits, as in Hindustan where the suits symbolized ten in- carnations of their god Vishnu. Our four suits, clubs, diamonds, hearts and spades were meant to portray a trefoil leaf, diamonds, hearts and su ords. The word " spade " comes from the Italian word for sword. The court cards, or face cards at first consisted of only masculine figureheads, as the early card games were supposed to be a sort of play warfare, in which women had no part. The double- headed court cards came into use in about the thirteenth century, to avoid the risk of revealing information about one ' s hand by turning the face cards. The pack, as we know it, with four suits of thirteen cards, is thought to symbolize the year of fifty-two weeks divided into lunar months, or perhaps to symbolize a pack of hounds which also consists of fifty-two mem- bers. At one time the four kings were sup- posed to represent Charlemagne, David, Alexander and Julius Caesar. In fact, the sym- bolism attached to playing cards has been extensive. The history of card-playing has a dark side; for centuries cards have been employed in gambling games. To most people, however, they furnish pleasant and harmless entertain- ment. Karen Loeb An Interesting Character The appointment of Canada ' s first Cana- dian Governor-General in 1952 was greeted by loud protests from the press. " No, No, No, " read the headlines of one Ontario news- paper. " Another lemon, " came the undignified response of a second. The people considered the choice a poor one, and the press pro- phesied that those responsible would live to regret their " weak-willed work " . Almost all of the papers took the trouble to express their appreciation for the high qualities of the appointee, the Right Honor- able Vincent Massey. But some pointed out that he had been a member of a Mackenzie King cabinet, and an unsuccessful candidate for the House of Commons. But it soon became apparent to even the most bitter opponent that the new representa- tive of the Crown was a man of unceasing ability. In 1952 there had been few signs that this slight, quiet man would become so popu- lar. He could mix with people in all walks of life, talk with them about their activities and win their admiration with his sympathy, un- derstanding and human warmth. Of him it has been said, " Mr. Massey is an uncommon man, who has the common touch " . Mr. Massey has travelled more miles, visited more communities, and talked to more people of a greater variety of occupations than any of the other seventeen Governors- General since Confederation. He has toured the whole of Canada and made himself loved in all four corners. He has entertained on a large scale at Government House, he helped charities as much as possible, has been an excellent host to many personnages such as Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip, President Eisenhower and Prime iVIinister Mac.Millan. Now after seven excellent years of office, Governor-General Massey is retiring to his estate, Batterwood House, near Port Hope, Ontario. His record is such that the idea of controversy about his appointment seems ridi- culous. One writer a few years ago defined the qualities of a Governor-General by saying that they should be " just what we have got in the present one " . As Mr. A-Iassey ends his term of office this is a statement with which few Canadians would disagree. Helena Reed S A A4 A R A 33 The Value of Courtesy The dictionary defines courtesy as " excel- lence of manners, or politeness " . Nowadays, courtesy is nearly always considered as a virtue, because many people agree that courtesy is becoming less and less frequently used. Indeed, we come to admire courtesy in a person so much that many of us cannot im- agine that there is a type of courtesy which is anything but agreeable. Yet everything can be overdone; and there is nothing more annoying than somebody who will always follow you around, carry your suitcases for you, and generally make you feel that you are unfit to do anything for yourself. This is the type of courtesy which defeats its own purpose; instead of making you feel wanted and at home, it tends to create frustration and discomfort. Then there is the professional type of Good Samari- tan. He is more detestable than the first class of person by far, because his antics are never ordered by a sincere wish to help you. He is always very courteous in public, and quite captivates the ladies, but should you happen to meet him alone, he is about as sociable as a stone wall. I have contrived to write these points in detail not because I believe that courtesy in itself is more harmful than good, but simply to illustrate clearly that every pleasant state of society has its misfits. We now come to the more familiar and better phases of the word courtesy. A truly courteous person is never a snob; he is rather the type who will go out of his way to make you comfortable and happy. Also courtesy and respect, especially to our parents and elders, are quite essential, not only because they are proper, but also because they help to promote love and understanding. Thirdly, courtesy is a good quality because it helps us to gain self-control and self-discipline, both of which we will need to go through fife. For these reasons, I think that the true Courtesy is a most essential and wonderful virtue to acquire. The world is a happier place because people love each other; it fol- lows that the world is a better place because of Courtesy. Gail Fincham 5B Memories from 5B " Concentrate, girls . . . even if it ' s only for fifteen minutes at a time. " " Herbert . . . Inverness " — " Dire straits " — " As it were. " Airs. Routlifi e ' s Ross for Robin — Rob ' s fantastic history work. " But Mrs. Turner, you can ' t mark me late! I sleep here! " The Smokers ' Club. Mrs. Routliffe, " Roberta, come back here! I haven ' t dismissed you yet. " Big Production: Sheila and Angela make the grade — our green chorus girls. " United they stand, divided they fall. " Yeah, Playtex, eh Marjorie? April Fool ' s Day — " Hi Noffke, Visiting 6M ' s Lit class, candy canes, blonde braids, top hats, reading with the Primary, Math with 5A, spares in the cupboard. Ellen ' s exercise on the floor — too bad about 5A ' s lights! " Hope for the Hopeless! " Mag ' s heavy reading for the year " The shook-up generation. " " Crook " in the waste basket. " I like John ' s running better " or " I like John running better. " Tell us all about it Deb! Gym Dem — 5B Military Academy — Marching anyone? Marj ' s Miracle Shampoo. Come and see us more often A-larriot. Skiing — no accidents, Rob and her ski patrol — " Witty " eh? Sheila and John, our " Budden " romance. 34 SAMARA Pantry raids — decking the halls with T.P., watching the late show (And they wonder where the oranges go!) Flip at the Formal (her coming out). " A Partridge in a Pear Tree " — Emma ' s solo. Lastly — Spring: sun reflectors, freckles and bains de soleil! {Just for fun, here are three class essays written on the same topic.) The Island Tragedy, that is what it was, or at least that is what it had seemed to be. They had started out such a happy family: Mr. Regan, Mrs. Regan, Bobby, eight, Sharon, five and a shaggy mongrel appropriately named Shag. It began one afternoon while A4r. and Mrs. Regan were sun-tanning on the deck of their newly-purchased cruiser. Bobby and Sharon were happily playing catch with Shag inside the cruiser ' s cabin when Sharon missed the ball and it smashed the Regans ' radio. That evening emergency warnings were issued up and down the coast of Nova Scotia. All cruisers and other craft were ordered by radio to return to port immediately because of a newly detected hurricane. Pleasure craft, fishing boats and steamers of all kinds re- turned to harbour and prepared for the ap- proaching storm. Adeanwhile Bobby and Sharon were being tucked into their bunks and tenderly kissed " goodnight " . Mr. and Mrs. Regan closed the cabin door and stood on the deck. It was a rather chilly night and there seemed to be an increasingly strong wind but they amused themselves watching the clouds trying to hide the moon, and the moon peeping out when- ever possible, while Shag paced the deck restlessly. After a time Mrs. Regan went in to pre- pare for bed. Mr. Regan just stood there, a little worried. The waves were tossing their boat about rather roughly now, and those clouds didn ' t seem to be playing any more. They meant business. Shag sat down beside Mr. Regan and whined anxiously as the first drops of rain landed on the deck. " You ' re right, bid boy. We are in trouble, but let ' s keep calm. We don ' t want to excite Mum and the children. Now let ' s con . . . " Just then the cruiser was given a huge toss, Mr. Regan and Shag were sent flying, another wave came and washed the deck chairs over- board, then there was a crunch and screams from within the cabin. iMrs. Regan came run- ning out with a squeaHng child under each arm. " It ' s a rock! We ' ve struck a rock! " she cried, as Mr. Regan quickly freed the life boat and helped them all inside. They man- aged to row away from the boat just in time to see it give another toss, heave over on one side and then disappear. It was terrifying and dangerous, to be out at sea in a small row boat, especially during a hurricane and at night. They were helpless; all they could do was to lie on the floor, and try to keep the boat balanced. Time after time a wave rushed over them and each one seemed to say, " The next one will get you — the next one. " Shag couldn ' t keep still any longer. He lifted his head and as he did so Mr. Regan lifted his to push Shag ' s down. Then they saw something — no, not something, some things. They were boats, anchored cruisers about ten feet in front of them. Mr.- Regan and Shag slipped overboard and tried to pull their boat ashore. It was a tough pull, but with the help of a friendly wave they finally reached their destination, exhausted. As the five of them lay on the beach, two men rushed from the boat house to help them. " Where are we? " gasped Mr. Regan. " Newfoundland, " was the reply. " Newfoundland, " thought Mr. Regan; " if it wasn ' t for this island we would all have drowned, but we are all safe. Thank God for this island! " Rita Browning SAMARA 35 The Island On being given the title " The Island " on which to write a composition my mind quickly stamd to spin, and although having one main iaea firmly planted in the back of my mind, I still pictured the comical island standing in complete desolation in a vast ex- panse of ocean with one lone palm tree keep- ing it company. And I also thought of the various historical islands, such as Treasure Island, and the exciting incidents that oc- curred there. But I always found my imagina- tion drifting back to this one impression of an island which I finally named " vVIy Island " . This island is my goal, and I forever have it focused in the everyday confusion of my mind or imagination. Most people seek for something in life which they know they might never receive, but wanting to attain this goal, they will earnestly work for it. Certain people hope for and desire certain things. And I, being one of those people, hope to reach my island. But day by day I realize that I am going to have to do so much to try and prove myself as a righteous person if I even want to be granted a glimmer of this paradise. I am going to have to find the ways in which I must live my earthly life — the ways of kind- ness, happiness, forgiveness and all those necessary qualities that I should strive to pos- sess. I do not know where in this swift and destructive world I will find it, and I suppose this is half of the mysterious wait that I must go through and accept. I cannot tell you where this island will be situated and whether or not it will be a piece of land or just an indescribable " Never never land. " I do know that it is an ineffable paradise — a place or haven entirely beyond compare. Contentment and solitude will surround me and there will forever be seclusion and peace. Someone will be there with me, but I term this person the " unnamed " . I will find a true and joyful state of mind. The sun will always be hovering overhead and heavenly weather will enclose my daily life. I do not think that I can tell you much more about this goal of mine. It could be very mystifying and unfathomable to people, but I can only hope and pray that some day I will reach this magnificent island or that I will even be content with just a glance of it, for it is one thought and hope that helps me on making me realize the wonders of life, hope and imagination throughout my daily life. Dana Crookston The Island It was a traffic island. One of those at a busy intersection which all people caught in the " hubbub " of the traffic use as a resting place. Often the controller of this hubbub would also use it, but as a safe-guard for his life. Even though it served many good causes, to me it was a hazard. Every morning as I drove to work in my " merry Oldsmobile " I would hit it. This being a busy time, I was fined by the constable on duty, not because I caused injury to anyone, (it was only a gentle bump), but because it wasted good time. This morning greeting continued for three months. One evening during the third month I read in the papers that the municipal authorities were planning to remove all islands at busy intersections. Immediately I supported this cause, and as I drove to work and bumped into the island I felt with great glee that my troubles would soon be over. Until the night before I was to resume my usual route without the island, I was happy. Then I realized that my hazard had been a blessing in disguise. For, if it had not been there, I would have hit the policeman. The next morning I rose early because I had a long walk ahead of me. Georgia Gale Cinderella Life is not fair at all. After all I did for her and now I am but the sixth wealthiest woman in the country, and she the first. I was not cruel to her, as is generally believed by the world. Of course Jessica and Mama were not always very nice to her, but I was. 36 SAMARA Always I tried to do what was good for her sake. I would have let her attend the ball hut her health was so poor. The spoilt brat cried when I told her she couldn ' t go. She will not realize it was for her own good. Of course, I knew it was Cinderella that night at the ball. (Although to this day I have no idea where she got that dress — stolen probably), but I did not tell iMama or Jessica for fear they would beat her. They often did. When we returned, she was sitting as usual by the fire. We told her about the beautiful girl at the dance, but she just nodded her head, saying sweetly " How nice " , and never owned up. I was sorely tempted to tell, but my conscience forbade it. Cinderella was always so sweet and kind that it was easy to see she was only putting it on. This made her more unbearable, espe- cially after that night, that when at last the footman came to our mansion with that ghastly glass slipper, I felt quite relieved to find she would be leaving us. Naturally I tried my hardest to put my foot into the shoe, and would have succeeded if there had been more time. Jessica tried for longer than I and could not even get her toes into the slipper. She has such huge feet. When Cinderella finally left us to marry the Prince, Mama and my sister wept in anger, but I was really rather glad that she was going to have a good time, aside from the fact that, although I had tried to be kind, she really was a most unbearable wretch. Now look at me! Being only the sixth richest woman in the country, I barely have enough money to live on and can afford only one party a month. To make it worse, I have a bad name around the world for supposedly being nasty. It really is most unfair when good-looking people receive all the luck, while those who happen to have brown instead of blonde hair get blamed for everything. Katy Partridge . . . . CLASS ATMOSPHERE .... sun- reflectors, man-tan, Physics, beltless tunics, heartbreaks, letters, PHYSICS, plane tickets, train tickets (for ground- ed Fridays) bay window, tennis balls, RAISINS, PHYSICS, footstools, gym bags, emery boards, a few debts maybe? stamps, chocolate chip cookies, lawn mower or snow plow, Katherine — Exodus— Decameron (forbidden), hair rinses, red, blonde, silver, white, exams, cupboards, Cathy, Carolyn, Heather, Lex, Heather (voices of authority). These — the 5A A-Iemoirs. The House Built on Sand It was 1L15, only four days ago that a city built on sand was brought to its death. The earth opened in several huge cracks and swallowed half a city. Cement, brick and 5A Memoirs of 5A . . . . Free Day Party .... food Nancy, FOOD! . . . . Mrs. Stephen ' s doughnuts. . . . . Skiing takes its fatal toll. . . . . Heather ' s trip to Florida. . . . . Gym .... anyone for ' makin whoopie ' Sher? . . . . Emma ' s dancing dolls .... MINUS EMA4A! . . . . Formal . . the best ever, (right Cathy? ) . . . . Snow .... meant hoUdays for some, and groundings for others, eh Bev? . . . . Latin .... e.g., what does a Latin duck say? .... QUAvMQUAM! We say, " May we have a spare? " . . . . Any spare seats at the back. Lex, Dace, Carolyn and Marf? . . . . Sandy Layng ' s courage wins honour for class. S A M A R A 37 steel rained dow n upon the streets of Agadir. There was frantic, mad, screaming panic and terror as the walls of the buildings toppled like a card house smashed to the ground by the fist of an angry child. People running this way and that frantically looking for children; mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, tear- ing at the heaps of splintered steel and crumbled masonry, digging, scratching with bare hands until they bled as did their hearts for those who would no longer be with them. Fire set in — flames leaping and darting from every corner of crumpled, tangled de- br is. Streets of flames encircled the city, mak- ing it impossible to reach the people who were trapped. Cries of agony and pain emerged from the bottom of the rubble. Suddenly from the shore front there were shouts of terror. An inky black monster roll- ing on and on, faster and faster, grabbing everything within the reach of its long strong arms, dragging unsuspecting objects beneath its foaming surface. The monster met his death as he smashed up against the ruins of the city. Breaking into a thousand million pieces, spilling everywhere in wild, uncon- trollable torrents of water licking savagely at the city ' s open wounds. Almost as quickly as it had happened the city was quiet and tranquil, smouldering in its ruin, half of her population buried in a mas- sive grave. Regardless of colour, race or creed, fellow men worked together ever hoping that they might find loved ones alive and safe. They fought endlessly in the hopeless battle against time. Five thousand people lost, no goodbyes — just total darkness. A large house with many many rooms, each difi erent from the next, lost with her people for ever. The terror and panic of that day will remain engraved in the minds and hearts of everyone who sur- vived. iMargot Spry The Forest by Moonlight Through the trees the silvery light of the moon filtered down on the silent forest. The beams of light glittered like jewels in the sun- light. It was quiet and peaceful now in the forest — the long day was at a close. The excitement and the terror of the day was over. The raging enemy was gone; the fire was out. The charred ugly tree stumps were illumi- nated by the moon, losing their bareness and their ugliness. The uneven sooty ground was no longer a reminder of the day ' s peril; it seemed bright and smooth now in the betray- ing moonlight. The trees, without their once- fruitful branches, stood balancing the flooded sky like stately tinselled columns. The tracks of the fleeing deer made deep folds on the satiny floor. The occasional bird of prey swooped low, searching with beady eyes. He would be successful tonight with the brilliant light behind him accentuating the day ' s sacri- fice. It was quiet and peaceful now in the forest: the long day was at a close. Candace Higginson Anna Frank Today I would like to tell you something about a person that, to me, symbolizes cour- age, strength and hope — a girl, Anna Frank, born on June twelfth, 1929, in Amsterdam, Holland, normal in every way, and by faith Jewish. She grew into a playful little girl, full of fun, and not above getting into mischief. Her l ife was full of ice cream, school, parties and boys. Then, at the early age of thirteen, her sane world crashed into pieces with the declaration of war. In the eyes of Hitler, be- ing a Jew was a crime. Anti-Jewish decrees followed one another in quick succession. " Jews must hand in all their bicycles " , . . . " Jews must wear a yellow star to distinguish them from others, " . . . " Jews must shop at certain hours only, " Jews must do this, and Jews are forbidden to do that. Then iVIargot, Anna ' s sixteen year old sis- ter was called up to do work for the Nazis, and Mr. Frank decided to take action. His plan was to go into hiding as many Jews had already done. In July, 1942 they left for the warehouse that w as to be their home for two 38 SAMARA years. A week later they were joined by the an Daans, a family of three, - Peter, the son, and his parents. ' Later still, a iVIr. Dussel, a Jewish dentist, was taken in by the kind Mr. Frank. As there was nothing much to do all day, Mr. Frank presented Anna with a diary, which she kept faithfully all through the years in hiding. With papers, books, and news brought to them bv their two kind friends, Anna " and her family and friends managed to keep quite up to date. And so her days wore on. No moving about from nine in the morning till one in the afternoon. In the morning, only the office people worked, but at one the machines in the spice factory below were started, and they could talk until five when the workmen went home. At seven when the office people left, they could come alive again. They did school work, cooked, read, and carried on as normally as any Jews in hiding could. Anna was growing up. She fought with her mother and sister, and picked quarrels with them. She didn ' t understand them and felt sure they tried to show up her faults. To her father she remained, throughout, deeply affectionate and confiding. She had his charac- ter and was more high spirited than her sister, Margot, had ever been. It was always, Margot does this, why can ' t you? Margot is so good, can ' t you try? Anna was frustrated, and the only place she could go to let off steam was her diary. She wrote all her feelings down in her little book. As time went on, food became scarcer and scarcer, and the eight became hungrier and hungrier. But still, thought Anna, M ' e are safe, and that is more than most Jews. She was absolutely right. Hundreds of thousands were being slaughte red like cattle in mass murders in concentration camps. The sufferings of the conquered peoples were indescribable. Tor- ture, hunger and death prevailed. Peter, the shy son of the Van Daans, was a quiet boy of sixteen, lost and very unhappy. His parents scorned and laughed at him in public, and the only person that understood his feelings was Anna. In her he found a com- panion and ready listener. Together they spent many happy hours. Days ran into weeks and weeks into months. Time went on with no new develop- ments. And then one day, good news! " This is D-Day. The beginning of the end, " spoke Churchill. " The invasion has begun, " Anna wrote in her diary " By next October, Margot thinks I ' ll be back at school. " Two months after she entered these words in her diary the end came. The secret police discovered their hiding place and they were all sent to concentration camps. In March, 1945, two months before the liberation of Holland, Anna Frank died of starvation in Bergen-Belsen concentration camp. Today there is a little monument to Anna which children keep decked with fresh flowers. But when they lay their flowers on a stone, they are not just commemorating the life of a child, but also the sufferings and troubles of thousands. Anna, among all her trials and tribulations, kept her beliefs. She wrote: " It really is a wonder I haven ' t dropped all my ideals be- cause they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them because, in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness. I hear the ever-approaching thunder that will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions, and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquillity will be restored once more. " Carolyn Strauss Getting Nothing for Something The room is quiet. There is an occasional scuffle of feet and some unnecessary clearing of throats, but on the whole, the atmosphere has made it very easy to think. That is, for someone who is thinking. I am sitting in the back of this huge gym, and watching everyone work. They are writ- ing a composition examination, and from what I can gather, they must be doing pretty SAMARA 39 well. The girls are certainly busy. I am sup- posed to be writing it too! With my head supported by my hands, I have been sitting here for an hour, trying in vain to think of a topic. In a state of complete desperation I think I ' ll resort to staring at the teacher on duty, and maybe if I concentrate and look into her deep intellectual eyes I might be hit by a brainstorm .... No luck! It didn ' t work. Her mind must be taking that long-awaited holiday, or come to think of it, it might have been her thick horn-rimmed glasses. I doubt if any brilliant wave length could have gotten through those lenses. Now the poor teacher is beginning to look abso- lutely puzzled. I can practically hear her thinking, " What ' s wrong with that child? And all along I had such high hopes of her being able to pull through under pressure. Oh well, I guess I ' ll just have to tell her parents at the next Home and School meeting that she hasn ' t the ability. " My parents? Oh, no! Mother is probably sitting at home right now thinking about that beautiful report card with straight A ' s. I guess she will just have to keep on dreaming a while longer. Darn those kids anyway! And I thought they were all my friends. They could at least share a bit of their intelligence. Why do they have to look so busy? What sudden splurge of inspiration has come to their weak little heads and has failed to penetrate through my superior mind? . . . the teacher, I ' ll look at the teacher again. Where has she gone? I guess she has given me up too, or my staring- might have been too much for her. I had better check the spelling of my name again. I think it ' s a shame they don ' t give marks for it because sometimes it takes a lot of courage to sign a blank page. .... A week later, and my report card has arrived. Icy stares from my parents also seem to have come. I can ' t understand the " zero " beside English Composition. After all the thinking I did too! Some people are just lucky: they can put it down on paper. Those teachers just don ' t understand that a blank examination paper can have a lot to say. They had the nerve to give me " nothing " for a ver ' well thought-out " something " . I just can ' t understand it. Wendy Wilson 6M The Last Will and Testament of the Class of 6 Matric — 1960 Edition This is to certify that the class of 6 Matric, being of unsound body, and even less sound mind, do hereby bequeath its personal mis- deeds, mishaps, and mistakes to the following classes and or people: 1 . Pep talks to 5B, whom we have voted the class most unlikely to succeed (i.e. the most likely to follow in our footsteps.) 2. Orville Smeeb ' s (our mas-CAT who had a nervous breakdown after being with us for two days) box to Darkie — providing Darkie loses weight. 3. Our progressive spirit — as demonstrated by our beatnik play, " Shady Sadie and the Swinging Seven " — to lower 5C. 4. Our ability to capture and keep(?) the flame of love and romance burning brightly (George, Fred, Bud, Campbell, Donnie, Benny and Rex — we have real dog-lovers in our midst — Pat, Jimmy, Sue ' s pale blue pale green robin ' s egg blue Volkswagon etc.) to Sherry, Alartha, Alex and Lex. 5. Our wild parties (of the breakfast, dinner and class varieties) to Transition. 6. Our April Foolery to 5B, with the hope they manage to succeed as well as, if not better than we did. 7. The originality and spirited nonsense of Jane AicT., Judy M., Ginny and Annie to Janie Rod., Sandy Rad., Lynn Doug., and Di Hay . . . 40 SAMARA 8. Judy Evving ' s hors d ' oeuvres to Jane Beattv. 9. Hannah ' s and Beryrs long hair to Judy Reid and iVIargeiy Feller. 10. On behalf of Laragh and Lesley, the ten- nis courts to Ursula Shroeder, that great " pro " of the future. 11. J.A. ' s and Joan Francis ' romantic intri- gues and escapades to Miss Ross. 12. Julie ' s, Beverley ' s and Gussie ' s acting temperaments to Carolyn Strauss. 13. Deirdre ' s accent (Blarney, we think) to Elizabeth Knox. 14. Joan Berry ' s and Heather Hyndman ' s ability to look innocent in class and pass notes without being caught to Margaret Ann Watson. 15. Judy Brown ' s enthusiasm(? ) to remain at Elmwood to iMiss Masten. 6 Matric says Goodbye to Elmwood in Spanish Mi adios a la escuela Este aiio voy a decir mi ultimo adios a la escuela. De ahora en adelante tendre nuevas experiencias y nuevos amigos, dejando atras muchos que conocia por largos aiios. Me entristece pensar en esto sabiendo ademas que olvidare mucho de lo que aprendi en el colegio. Sin embargo, no hay duda de que si me recordare de ciertas cosas, esas cosas pe- quenas como por ejemplo la ayuda de una profesora, los campos de recreo, cierta amiga especial, que, en realidad, es lo importante. Y ahora Uego el momento. Tengo que salir. Adios, colegio de mi juventud, y mil gracias por todo lo que me has ensenado! Beverley A-Iitchell Mis pensamientos en los ultimos dias de la escuela En este momento estoy esperando con ansiedad el dia que se termine la escuela. Sere muy feliz al tener las largas vacaciones ante mi. Ya no habra que escribir mas examenes! Pero bien se que cuando llegue el dia, estare muy triste. Como he vivido en el colegio durante cmco anos, supongo que no podre menos de echarlo en falta al pensar en todos los buenos ratos que he pasado aqui. Por supuesto, una vez en el pasado una amiga y yo nos levantamos temprano una manana decididas a escapar. Dejamos una nota en la puerta diciendo: " No se preocupen. Volveremos para el desayuno " . La razon era que no quen ' amos dar el paseo de la manana. Nos escondimos en el vestuario de las medio- pensionistas mientras las otras muchachas tomaban el aire . . . Teniamos tanto miedo que cuando llego la hora del desayuno entra- mos en el comedor arrastrandonos. Esperamos todo el di ' a nuestro merecido castigo pero no vino jamas. Sin duda, las profesoras pensaron que no valfa la pena hacernos caso. Hay otras mil anecdotas, pero relatarlas todas llevaria mucho tiempo. En realidad, estare muy trieste al despedirme para siempre de Elmwood y de mis amigas. Mientras estoy aqui pienso solamente en las cosas malas, pero en los anos venideros estoy segura de que recordare solo lo bueno. Lesley Galt Of Summer Of dappled summer Green and amber through the leaves And sunlight Shimmering lazily where Small children play And grown-ups sip iced tea. Dandelions polka-dot the lawn — A gaudy carpet For pert robins hopping saucily. The familiar whir Of lawn-mower Goes hand in hand with Banging of the screen door, The buzz of some persistent fly. I see this from My window high Atop the house. Shimmering, The lazy river sidles by And does not know The green And amber summer ' s day Slips calmly through My desperate hands. Sue Hamilton D. KIRBY L. NEELIN J. A. HAIR L. GALT J. .MacTAVISH J. EWING J. FRANCIS D. SMITH 42 S A iM A R A A Storm on the River The day was heavy. The air was hot and humid. There was not even a suggestion of a breeze to bring relief to the people standing, sitting or lying at the water ' s edge. Two small boys had summoned up enough energy to row out into the middle of the river, but the still air had discouraged them. They finally dropped anchor, and dived into the water, to find temporary relief in its coolness. The sun shone steadily in a sky half-filled with smoky-coloured clouds. The natives, standing around in a state of inertness, shook their heads and pronounced this day a " breed- er. " Having lived on their little island most of their lives, they were better prepared for the events to follow than were the to urists. After awhile, the sky suddenly became overcast. There was a feeling of expectancy in the air, as if something out of the ordinary were about to happen. And it did. A wind, rising from the northeast, made itself felt by sweeping everything it encountered ahead, in one great gust. The colour of the water had changed too, from a placid blue to a turbu- lent, murky green. Whitecaps appeared out of nowhere, as the wind inci-eased. Trees bent, branches were ripped off, and still the wind grew stronger. One could hear it now, as it howled and blew. The wind and waves seemed to be struggling as the waves grew larger and larger. It began to rain. Lightning burst from the sky, and the thunder rumbled in a threatening manner. One could feel the passions that had been unloosed and realize that nature was still in command of the earth. It seemed to be her way of proving to all that she could cow even the bravest. There was a brief lull, and then it began again. Slowly, however, it became calm. The sun came out, and made brave attempts to shine as brightly as before. The wind died down, and the river resumed its natural form. People came out of their houses feeling the freshness in the air, and thankful that the " breeder " was over so quickly. Judy Brown Alone Dead? It was impossible! With my happy thought of preparation for college and the beginning of a new life, I could not fully realize that the only person I had ever loved or depended upon had been instantaneously killed in an auto crash just one hour ago. My world tumbled out from beneath me; my actions, and the words I spoke meant nothing to me now. Yet, as I walked into the street, life went on as usual; the humdrum of the city at business hour, people waiting for buses, shops closing, everyone was oblivious of the crisis in my life. I was an insignificant nobody, lost, bewil- dered, and completely alone. Alone. The word struck my mind like a terrific hailstorm, and every piece of hail had that one word written on it . . . alone! The meaning of the word had changed completely within the hour. Before, it had been just like most words, with no particular significance. It had brought to mind a solitary person. But now, NOW, no matter how many people were around me, no matter where I went or what I did, I was still fol- lowed by that one penetrating thought, " I am alone. " Suddenly, or so it seemed, the streets were dark; the traffic and the people were gone. Only the night was my companion and we alone stayed watch over the sleeping city. I tried desperately to get understanding and comfort from the stars, as so many times I had done before, but this time there was no one to share the feeling with me. This time, when I looked up with searching eyes at the dark sky, only unfriendly, cold glances were penetrating from the large, full moon. My thoughts began to whir and run into each other, my hot tears blurred everything, my conscious and subconscious were making noises. I stared, trying desperately to focus my eyes, but I saw nothing, nothing except the bright hostile moon. It drew nearer and nearer and got brighter and brighter, and then, for a moment my eyes S A A I A R A 43 focused and I realized it was a car. But it was too late. Now my body was alone. Yes, alone in its grave. But I was no longer alone; no, there was a rustling spiritual presence of many souls who could think, comprehend and sympathize with my feeling! Now we were all alone to- gether. I had left my senses of touch, smell, seeing and hearing behind, and with them I had left the desperate wish to forget my feel- ing of aloneness. Hannah Brown Rain Gently it falls. Almost noiseless, just a whisper. It beats a soft tattoo Upon the leaves, the window pane. Earth slowly opens wide her mouth To receive her blessed wine. The green leaves, the painted flower And the waving field of corn Acknowledge their appreciation Of the Gentle Rain. Gin NY Wilson Night The blackness, the inkiness. The desolation of the night Encompass me. The winds roar about my head, Things whirl past; In a second they are gone. Everything goes. Sucked away by that hateful wind, Dropped here and there, Scattered, out of place. But the night remains when the wind has gone. The night, grim and dreadful: No moon, no stars to be led by — Just Blackness. The Forest in MoonUght I gaze out of the Mindow, the one dirty window. Of my cell. Before me, engulfed in moonlight, hes a forest Gray and dark, yet somehow sparkling, in the light Of the moon. This is the forest: The jungle world of industry. Tall, high and majestic in daylight Their chimneys belching smoke. Now, peaceful and quiet in the midnight Gone is the hustle and bustle of workmen, striving To meet a deadline. Gone is the noise, thundering terrifying noise, Of the great machines devouring raw materials To make steel and cloth. Like the steel, so hard and cold, are the factories In day, Strong and enduring without end! Like the cloth, so soft and warm, are the factories At night, Comforting yet unsure in their deathly silence! Bathed in moonlight the forest is supreme, The lifeline of the people. The day will transform it into a jungle of Struggle and Strife. But soon, soon the night will fall. The guardian of peace. The quiet tranquil peace of the forest at night. The Patch- Work Quilt This summer I was fortunate enough to tour Europe with my three brothers. To make it more exciting, my parents decided they need not accompany us as Bill, who is nineteen, was quite capable of keeping us in order. I had been looking forward to our day of departure for months but when the R.M.S. " Sylvania " actually was puUing away from the Montreal pier, I burst into sobs that could be heard all over the ship. iVIother was crying too, and she waved frantically from the dock. My brothers, embarrassed to the teeth, moved a considerable distance dow n the rail from me and tried to pretend that they had never set eyes on me before. 44 S A jVI a R a Aside from my often recurring fits of homesickness, our trip was more than success- ful, and exempt from major disasters. Unfor- tunately, we had more than our share of minor disasters, though they are amusing to look back on. One of these amusing incidents occurred in London, which was our first stop. We were staying at the Mount Royal Hotel, which is on Oxford St., Hyde Park Corner. This particular night we were to attend " My Fair Lady " . I could hardly believe we were actually going to see it, and I felt very much the " high society lady " as I stepped from the taxi. We were half an hour early, and as the sun had not yet gone down, we decided to walk around a bit, and see what we could. There were hundreds of people, and I was most astonished to see men standing about trying to sell " bargain " tickets at preposterous prices. The nearer opening time came, the lower the price of the tickets went, as the men became desperate to get them ofl their hands. Finally, opening time was near, and I noticed a small bewildered kitten huddled on the sidewalk. Forgetting my " high society " airs, I scooped it into my arms. " Oh Johnny, look, " I crooned. " The poor thing looks half starved, " and I cuddled the wee thing closer to my neck. " Put that patch-work quilt down! It prob- ably has fleas! " growled John. What to do? I was determined not to leave it there, and I was equally as determined to see " My Fair Lady " . I looked at the " patch-work quilt " sorrowfully, and in spite of myself, I had to laugh. The name " patch- work quilt " certainly fitted! Every colour that has ever been seen on a cat was splashed on that tiny thing. Black, brown, white, orange, grey, and something that closely re- sembled pink. Then I made up my mind! This would be the first cat in history to see " My Fair Lady " . Carefully, I wrapped my coat around it, and hoped it would go to sleep. My coat was very fashionable — the type without buttons, and so I could wrap it around me without looking too peculiar. Johnny was horrified. Derek thought it was very funny, and luckily for me. Bill had not noticed, as he was some distance ahead of us. I knew only too well, that if Bill discovered it, he would never let me into the theatre! Luck, however, was with me, and I made it safely to my seat, making sure that Bill was farthest away from me. Up until now, the kitten had been too surprised to make a fuss, but now that we were settled, the fireworks began. Derek kindly did his best to distract Bill ' s attention, while I tried to get the kitten to go to sleep. Finally the lights dimmed, and " My Fair Lady " began its famous story. I discovered that if I stroked the kitten inces- santly, it remained quiet, and so I stroked madly, ignoring the frankly stupified stares of the man next to me. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, whispering to his wife, and, sure enough — she leaned casually across her husband ' s lap and asked me if I had the time. Embarrassed was hardly the word! Without further incident, I made it as far as scene five. Then came the number when Rex Harrison, Julie Andrews, and Robert Coate sing " The Rain in Spain. " This song, unfortunately, involves a lot of stamping and cheering, and the patch-work quilt refused to be pacified any longer. When I tried to keep it under my coat forcefully, it clawed and meowed pitiously. People behind tittered, and people in front of me turned around and gawked in horror. By this time. Bill had dis- covered what was happening, and was abso- lutely livid with rage! " Take it out of here, you fool! " he hissed, and so I did exactly that. Subduing it as best I could under the circumstances, I shoved it into my coat. I slunk out of my seat to the ladies washroom. Luckily for me, there was a washroom attendant who thought the story was very amusing. She laughed heartily, and promised to keep an eye on it until the play was over. I rushed gaily back to my seat un- der the accusing eye of Bill, and watched the play without further incident. That night on the way home in the taxi, (with the patch-work quilt) Bill, who was S A iM A R A 45 doing his best to remain under control, told me to get rid of it, or else! However, I cried quite convincingly, and he grudgingly agreed to let it sleep with me for one night. That night I slept for all of two hours. It did have fleas! In the end, I asked the elevator man to bring the " patch work quilt " home to his family, and so I bid a tearful farewell to the wee kitten. Many a time since that day I have repeated this story to my friends, and each time we have laughed hysterically over it! All the same, I wonder what ever became of my feline " patch-work quilt " . Susan Hamilton (The above essay won third prize in the British Comjiionwealth Overseas Essay Competition.) 6U Kindness to Parents Handle your parents with care. After all where would we be without them? They created us with the help of God, but they are the ones who had the rough end of the deal: since they had to bring us up. iMany prayers were answered on the safe arrival of a seven pound, six ounce, wrinkled and red baby girl. My father stopped smoking for a short while, and started grinning for an even shorter while. I was so small, and his awe was so great that if I had been able to say " Fall down and worship me! " he would have done it — during those first few minutes. My mother was delighted, and of course accord- ing to her I was the most beautiful infant on earth. We shall omit that she hadn ' t bothered making a comparison. Once home, my father ceased treating her as if she were going to break, and after a few weeks and the receipt of the hospital bill, he did the same to me. When I laughed and played I was papa ' s girl, but when I cried, or needed clean diapers, I was automatically mama ' s girl. iVIany a sleep- less night was spent walking me up and down, consoling me and feeding me. I think that it was then that the first gray hairs " snuck " up on them. At the age of five when I was perfecting my lung power, I became what could be called dangerous. Maybe a cherished vase would smash at my touch, and the noise it made and the sight of my angry and dis- appointed mother were enough to start me yelling. As she put the pieces in the trash can, the neighbours would look out reproachfully at her while listening to my nerve-wracking serenade. During those early days we are on the re- ceiving end of love. Kindness is a thing which has to be learned, a quality which sometimes comes slowly in small doses. Our parents feed us, clothe us, protect us, and prepare us for Hfe. As soon as we think ourselves ready to face the big, bad world, — and it is usually too soon — we leave the nest. We leave with- out a word of gratitude. Advice goes in one ear and out the other: why should we listen to our old-fashioned parents? Times have changed, we say. Yes, my friend, times have changed, but people will never change, nor will they learn through other people ' s mis- takes. When it is sometimes too late we be- come suddenly aware of how much we owe them, and then and only then do we become more understanding and considerate and — grateful. Diane Manion An Inspiring View The trail to Palgahm is steep and twisty. At each turn the immense boulders and cliffs jut out and try to push the horses from the path and into the raging torrent over the side of the trail. The mighty waters of this mountain stream tear violently at rocks and shrubs about its edges, pushing and tumbling and rolling as if they were in a great hurry to 46 S A Ad A R A flee from some frightening monster chasing them down the mountainside; and they are cold, very cold, their coldness rising even fifty feet above them. As you look back, all that is visible is the native forest, silent and wonderful like a temple. Every now and again are glimpses of a yellow trail, brilliant in the sunlight. Stop- ping and looking back from higher up the trail you can see the faint tracings of the distant Himalayas like the first frost on a window pane, or like chips of broken glass, poking their craggy peaks through a layer of cloud. Farther up still, the lakes, pale blue with the reflection of the sky, lie clear and smooth in a bed of green velvet. As you look up, the mountain with its immense bulk glares back in a threatening manner daring the horses and trail ponies to round the next bend. It is cool, almost cold, under the branches of the fir trees, and the sky, always so cheerful, has been blotted out completely, the only light coming from the whiteness of the huge glacier just visible through the trees. The foot of the glacier ap- pears suddenly and all trees stop. The white- ness and brilliance of this is blinding after the gloomy shadows of the forest, but the sun is here, and though the air is cold, the sun is hot and burning. Many, many little rivulets spring from the base of this castle of ice and collect in a great pond which spills over an edge and causes rainbows to hang above the spray. Under these rainbows the water rushes and is lost among the trees. Between the ice and the woods are narrow meadows filled with flowers — wild daffodils, violets, corn- flowers and wild strawberry flowers, all blow- ing in the soft air. From one side of the glacier the crests of the other mountains can be seen, perhaps hundreds of miles away, and even though their meadows and forests and streams are not visible they have been there for thousands of years and will be for thousands more to come, undisturbed by man. The great lakes in the valleys seem smaller now and from here even the town can be seen, a grey mass nestled among the trees. In the town all that is left of the mountain picture is a canal, a few open-air flower stalls, and a dark shadow. Jane Rowley A Young Spy The air field was pale and grey in the early morning light as the figure hurried up to the hangar. He joined the middle-aged man stand- ing there and together they watched the hangar door open and the huge ship roll out. The young pilot entered and waved to his chief as the machine clumsily rolled down the runway. Then it gathered speed and hurled itself into the air, suddenly swift and graceful as a bird. It circled once and then settled down to its flight over the Turkish country- side and across the boundaries of Russia to bring back information vital to the AlHed countries. Now it was time to turn back. He turned the wheel to the left, but the ship did not respond. He turned harder. Suddenly he was falling, faUing thousands of feet through the haze that surrounded him, down to whatever was waiting for him. He fought to pull the plane out of its spin. Then, like the shudder of a frightened animal, the plane shook be- neath his hands as it straightened out. The pilot knew the plane must not be taken, but it was too late for him to avoid being seen by the enemy. He placed one hand on " Joey " , the button that would blow the plane to pieces as soon as he had been safely ejected. With the other hand he reached for the ejection stick and pulled. Nothing hap- pened. He jerked and twisted it, but still with no eff ect. Frantically he pounded it. He knew he must push " Joey " anyway, but he made no move. The enemy planes were closer now, all around him forcing him down to a thin ribbon below that became a runway. It was an enemy air base. No ally had even been on one before, but he felt no triumph, only a sickness that because of his weakness he had SAMARA 47 given the enemy a great prize and betrayed his country. Now the enemy pilots were coming over to his grounded plane. Behind them he saw the missiles and realized he was on one of the most important bases of the country. He heard the pilots speaking. " What a prize to gain from a coward! I wonder if he knows what we have gained with his little camera? " Looking down he saw his fingers still on " Joey " . Slowly, calmly he pressed the button. Sandra A4cNaughton Mistaken Identity It was only a Robin perched on a twig, painted bright and bold by a child of eight. The movements were shaky, the colours were flashy, but the whole was good. It reminded me of an incident that had happened that spring. I heard a window banging in the next room, but the day was clear and the wind was still. As I opened the door I saw a Robin sitting on the balcony rail; suddenly he flew into the window, crashing into the pane of glass with his whole body. Regaining his balance from the shock he flew back to the rail and started again. So that ' s what I thought was the wind! I moved closer, fascinated. From every angle he would try, flying, hit- ting, resting. Suddenly I laughed and thought — how stupid! and I scared him away. The next day about the same time he did it again, and this time I was angry, thinking- he might hurt himself, and I clapped my hands and he went away. Within five minutes he was back. The persistence of the fellow! I admired him for it. If the window were left open one day and he could fly in, what would he find? Four confining walls for a Robin who was used to open spaces and liberty! We also sometimes persist toward something we shouldn ' t, and find ourselves in a world that is not ours. Another day pa ssed and I heard him still. This time I went out to investigate. Standing on the tiny balcony and looking at my re- flected image in the window I felt very sorry for him. It was spring and he liad been look- ing for a mate. By now he had probably told the whole neighbourhood that he had found one. How conceited! He had fallen in love with his own image. Since he had never seen himself before and his sex was so well con- cealed by downy feathers it was not at all surprising. I laughed once more. At myself for presuming he wanted to get in, and at him for not knocking some sense into his minute brain. He would make some bird a wonderful husband — persistent but faithful. Diane Manion 50 SAMARA September 10— School reopened. October 9-13— Thanksgiving Weekend. October 30— Hallowe ' en Parties. November 6— House Dance. November 20— House Collections. November 27— Mothers ' Guild Bazaar. December 7-15— Christmas Examinations. December 16— School Concert and Christmas Supper, Boarders ' Christmas Tree Party. December 17— Christmas holidays began. January 7— School reopened. Galendar January 17— Confirmation Service, Christ Church Cathedral. January 29— Free Day, House Dance. February 19-23— Mid-term Holiday. March 25— Physical Training Demonstration. April 13-27-Easter Holidays. April 30— Formal Dance at the Country Club. May 9-18— Senior Matriculation Examinations. May 23— Queen ' s Holiday. May 25-June 7— Final Examinations. June 8— Annual Sports Day. June 10— School Closing. (If not otherwise stated, ALDOUS, Marjorie, 41 Lambton Ave. ARNOLD, Patricia, 14 Maple Lane. ARNOLD, Susan, 19 Rigel Rd., R.C.A.F. Station. BAILEY, Beverley, 59 Highland Cres., Toronto 17, Ont. BEATTY, Jane, 10 Glen Eagle Cres., Brampton, Ont. BERRY, Katherine, 27B Ste. Annes St., Ste. Anne de Bellevue, Que. BERRY, Lynne, 27B Ste. Annes St., Ste. Anne de Bellevue, Que. BERRY, Joan, 33 Monkland Ave. BERRY, Susan, 119 Queens Cres., Kingston, Ont. BETTS, Michele, Elmwood School. BLAINE, Heather, 3 Rigel Rd., R.C.A.F. Station. BOOTH, Sandra, 360 Manor Rd. BRATTON, Catherine, Box 140, Maniwaki, Que. BROWN, Hannah, Apt. 3, 647 Rideau St. BROWN, Judith, Cape Vincent, N.Y. BROWNING, Rita, 179 Springfield. BURK, Phyllis, 586 Lakeshore Rd., Beaurepaire, Que. BURKE-ROBERTSON, Alexandra, Marchmont, Dunrobin, Ont. BURRIT, Penelope, 190 Acacia. CAMPBELL, Mariellen, 1721 Bayview Ave., Willowdale, Ont. CARTER, Judith, 584A Driveway. CHALKE, Louise, 48 Powell Ave. COCHRAN, Margaret, 299 Hillcrest Rd. COOK, Cheryl, 170 Sherwood Drive. COSTOM, Eleanor, Cine-Art Distributors, 1204 St. Catherine E., Montreal, Que. CROOKSTON, Dana, 70 Ardwold Gate, Toronto 10, Ont. DOUGLAS, Lynne, 91 Roselawn Cres., Town of Mount Royal, Que. DRUMMOND, Kathryn, Apt. 305, 85 Range Rd. DUBORD, Marie, P.O. Box 436, R.R. 4, Ottawa, Ont. DUVAL, Deborah, 5 Belvedere Cres. ELLIS Dorian, 38 Charles St. EMBLETON, Sheila, 41 Arundel Ave. EWING, Judith, 368 Lisgar Rd. FELL, SherriU, 13 Granville Court, Brockville, Ont. FELLER, Margerie, 52 Springfield Rd. FINCHAM, Gail, 251 Park Rd. Jirectory city is Ottawa, Ont.) FLESHER, Joan, 425 Hamilton Ave. FORBES, Johanna, 426 Cloverdale Rd. FRANCIS, Joan, 60 De Lavigne Rd., Westmount, Que. GALE, Georgia, 72 Buena Vista Rd. GALT, Lesley, 4015 Trafalgar Rd., Montreal, Que. GARVOCK, Elizabeth, 741 Acacia Ave. GARVOCK, Sarah, 741 Acacia Ave. GILL, Deborah, 170 Lansdowne Rd. GORMAN, Susan, 37 Delong Drive, Roth. Hgts. GREENBERG, Janice, 19 Fairfax Rd. HAIR, Janet-Anne, 1 Ava Rd., Manor Park. HAYES, Diane, 514 Sstanstead Ave., Town of Mount Royal, Que. HAYES, Roberta, 514 Stanstead Ave., Town of Mount Royal, Que. HAMILTON, Susanne, R.R. 1, Aylmer Rd., Hull, Que. HAYLEY, Heather, 36 Robinson. HIGGINSON, Candace, 348 Pembroke St., Pembroke, Ont. HYNDMAN, Heather, 21 Linden Terrace. JOHNSTON, Trudy, The Revere House, 7 King St. West, Brockville Ont. JURGENSEN, Judith, Apt. 1, 258 Daly Ave. KEENE, Mary, 408 Buena Vista Rd. KINGSTONE, Julia, 699 Acacia Ave. KIRBY, Deirdre, 137 Wilbrod St. KIRK, Kathryn, 1380 Sherwood Cres., Town of Mount Royal, Que. KNOX, Elisabeth, 451 Daly Ave. KOPP, Christel, 623 Echo Drive. LAIDLER, Audrey, 12 Belvedere Cres. LAIDLER, Margaret, 12 Belvedere Cres. LAWSON, Diana, 300 Acacia LAYNG, Sandra, Bridge St., Manotick, Ont. LETCH Heather, 1232 Des Chenaux Rd., Three Rivers, Que. LIEFF, Beryl, 27 Fairfax Ave. LOEB, Karen, " Stonehouse " , Aylmer Rd. LOEB, Audrey, " Stonehouse " , Aylmer Rd. MANION, Diane, 540 Manor Rd. MARLER, CLAIRE, 120 Lansdowne Rd. MARRIOTT, Judith, 176 Acacia Ave. MARTLAND, Brigid, 55 Placel Rd. MILATOVIC, Vesna, 21 Blackburn Ave. SAMARA 51 MITCHELL, Beverly, 576 Driveway. MOORE, Alexandra, 32 Range Rd. MULKINS, Lois, Box 32, R.R. 1, Ottawa, Ont. MACDONALD, Elizabeth, 906 Glasgow Cres. Manor Park. MACLAREN, Cathy, 267 Maple Lane. MACKENZIE, Christine, 137 Coldstream Ave., Toronto 12, Ont. MACTAVISH, Jane, 280 Thorold Rd. MACTAVISH, Sheila, 280 Thorold Rd. McDowell, Anne, 1695 Bayview, Willowdalo, Ont. McENTYRE, Lynn, 18 Range Rd. McILRAITH, Catherine, 515 O ' Connor St. McMEANS, Katherine, 234 Rideau Terrace. McNAUGHTON, Sandra, 235 Mariposa Ave. NEELIN, Laragh, 604 Besserer St. OLIVER, Sherrill, 6 Cornwall Ave., Town of Mount Royal, Que. PARTRIDGE, Katherine, 500 Roxborough. PEDEN, Linda, 131 Manor Rd. PETRIE, Ruth, R.R. 2, Aylmer Rd. (Aylmer East) RADCLIFF, Sandra, 6 Crescent Rd. RAYMONT, Elizabeth, 2 Maple Lane. REED, Helena, 35 Acacia. REID, Judith, 54 Rideau Terrace. RODGER, Jane, 375 Manor Rd. ROSS, Marilyn, 6 Madawaska Drive. ROWLEY, Anne, 245 Sylvan Rd. ROWLEY, Jane, 200 Howick Rd. SCHROEDER, Ursula, 107 Donald St., Montreal, Que. SHAMBROOK, Susan, " October House " , 19 Lower Homing Rd. Hamilton, Ont. SICOTTE, Marlene, 540 Lakehurst Rd. SICOTTE. Nicole, 540 Lakehurst Rd. SIMMONS, Deborah, 7 Silverwood Ave., Toronto 10, Ont. SMALLIAN, Nancy, 526 Mariposa. SMART, Lindsay, 275 Springfield Ave. SMART, Carolyn, 275 Springfield Ave. SMITH, Dianne, 31 McGill St., Hawkesbury, Ont. SPRY, Margot, 54 Park Rd. SOUTHAM, Susan, 550 Prospect Ave. STRAUSS, Carolyn, 10 Rosemount Ave., Westmount, Que. THOMAN, Alexis, 8 Stratford Rd., Hampstead, Montreal. TOLLER, Margot, 102 Park Rd. TOWNEND, Barbara, 4552 Royal Ave., Montreal, Que. TWIDALE, Daphne, 133 Acacia Ave. WATSON, Margaret, Santa Anita 300, Lomas Hipodromo, Mexico 10, D.F., Mexico. WENNBERG. Anne, 128 Howick St. WILLIAMSON, Lynne, 392 Ashbury Rd. WILSON, Martha, 114 Dufferin Rd., Hampstead, Montreal 29, Que. WILSON, Virginia, 406 Russell Hill Rd., Toronto, Ont. WILSON, Wendy, 39 Buena Vista Rd. WOLFE-TAYLOR, Angela, 535 Picadilly Ave. Established in 1905 50 2 Stores To Serve Students SPECIALIST IN MEN ' S AND BOY ' S WEAR Where The Best Looking Boys In Ottawa Almost Invariably Choose Their Clothes! •113-115 Sparks St. • Carlingwood Branch Store 52 S A Ai A R A before you leave school Whether you ' re interested in putting away money to finance that bright future— or in taking a good look at the career possibilities in a bank — Now is a good time to pay a visit to The Bank oi Nova Scotia. Come in and talk your plans over . . . you ' ll find the manager interested and helpful. The BAKK of NOVA SCOTIA PAUL B. COOMBS, Manager young Canada grow 125 Sparks St., Ottawa CONGRATULATIONS AND BEST WISHES TO THE 1960 GRADUATING CLASS —from— ALEX MACRAE CO. LIMITED THREE RIVERS, QUE. Supplies to Paper Mills of the following: LUiVIBER, KILN DRIED WOODEN PLUGS, PANELS, PALLETS, SKIDS, ETC. CALDERONE CO Fancy Groceries Fancy Frnit Baskets 215 Bank Street Phone CE 2-7358 S A M A R A 53 Birhs arc headquarters for quality insignia at favorable prices . . . Original designs gladly submitted without oblioation . . . (3 BIRKS JEWELLERS AND SILVERSMITHS SPARKS STREET OTTAWA 54 SAMARA COWLING, MACTAVISH, OSBORNE HENDERSON Barristers and Solicitors 88 Metcalfe Street, Ottawa 4, Ontario Patents, Trade Marks and Copyrights Court, Departmental and Parliamentary Agents Counsel: LEONARD W. BROCKINGTON, Q.C., LL.D. E. Gordon Cowling, Q.C., LL.D. Duncan K. MacTavish, Q.C. Robert M. Fowler Ronald C. Merriam, Q.C. Keith E. Eaton E. Peter Newcombe Robert H. McKercher Robert Chevrier Frederick C. Aubrey John I. Butler C. Ronald Bell John C. Osborne, Q.C. Charles F. Scott Georjie Perley-Robertson Paul P. Hewitt John L. Nesbitt Ross. W. Cleary Donald F. Hamilton Patent — Trade .VI ark Department Arthur Poole Maurice A. Moffat Anthony J. Graham Malcolm S. Johnston Cordon F. Henderson, Q.C. Adrian T. Hewitt David Watson R. G. McClenahan Joseph H. Konst Norman R. Shapiro Peter J. Armstrong Martin J. Marcus Harold C. Baker investment (Ruilclers — [Real S state rollers insurance J gents — TTlortgages F. H. TOLLER CO. LIMITED The Commonwealth Bklg. 77 Metcalfe St. CE 2-1521 SAMARA 55 M. LOEB LIMITED Wholesale Distributors 490 INDUSTRIAL AVE., OTTAWA, ONT. Branches in Sudbury - Pembroke - Brockville ▼ IGA SUPPLY DEPOT to your FRIENDLY FOODMARKET THE STORE THAT GIVES YOU MORE! LOW PRICES EVERY DAY 56 SAMARA COMPLIMENTS OF DORAN CONSTRUCTION CO. LIMITED GENERfiL CONTRflCTORS OTTAWA 5 Concord Street Telephone CE 2-3705 Couipl ' mients of Ottawa Plumbing Heating Ltd. 955 Somerset St. W. Ottawa, Ont. ★ Phone CE 2-1138 Complhnevts of LEECH ' S Rexall PHARMACY Your fm iily druggist for over 25 years 1 3 1 Crichton St. Phone SH 9-593 1 SAMARA 57 Compliments of THE BORDEN CO. LTD. OTTAWA DAIRY DIVISION 393 SOMERSET ST. WEST, OTTAWA CE 2-5741 Quality Service On: Paper Towels Paper Cups Toilet Paper Paper Bags Wrapping Paper ' EstablisheJ 1922 Snelling Paper Sales Ltd. Ottawa, Ont. CE 2-9552 E. G. TRESIDDER Electrical Contractor MOTOR REPAIRING WIRING and FIXTURES 40 Wendover Ave., Ottawa PHONE CE 4-9104 58 SAMARA UNIVERSITY OF OTTAWA 1848-1960 ' ' Bilhi glial Canada ' s first bilingual university ' ' ' Faculties: Arts and Commerce, Medicine, Law, Pure and Applied Science; Social, Economic and Political Sciences Schools and Institutes: Library Science; Nursing; Psychology and Education (graduate); Physical Education; Teachers ' College Extension: Evening, Correspondence and Summer courses Calendars from the Registrar ' s Office, 75 Laurier Avenue East UNITED STATIONERY CO. LIMITED OFFICE FURNITURE and SUPPLIES LEGAL FORMS — CARBON PAPER AND TYPEWRITER RIBBONS PRINTING AND EMBOSSING Our School Wholesale Division Specializes in School Supplies and School Printing 688 Richmond Street, W. EM 3-4383 Toronto 3, Ont. 5 7 CARS RED LINE TAXIS CE 3-5611 Radio Dispatched S A A ' l A R A 59 IDEAS IN PRINT: May We Serve You ? ' Tke ]Q.un Q ] ta55 limited PRINTERS - LITHOGRAPHERS 124 - 128 QUEEN STREET TELEPHONE CE 3-9373 COMPLIMENTS O F NIGHTINGALE HOUSE 60 S A AI A R A STUDY IN THE NATION ' S CAPITAL People living in Ottawa have educational and cultural opportunities unique in Canada: departmental libraries of the Dominion Government, the Dominion Archives, the National Museum of Canada, the National Gallery and many more. Students attending Carleton University profit from close relations with these institutions and their expert personnel. There are exceptional opportunities for undergraduate and graduate study in new buildings on the Rideau River Campus. Carleton offers bachelors ' degrees in Arts, Science, Commerce, Journalism, and Engi- neering; M.A., M.Sc, and Ph.D. programs: special Public Administration studies: scholarships, bursaries, and loans. For complete information write to the Registrar OTTAWA. ONTARIO Rideau Flowers Ltd. 5 1 1 Rideau Street COMPLIMENTS Distinctive Floral FRIEND Arrange?nents Telephone CE 2-941 1 SAMARA 61 COMPLIMENTS OF FRY HOUSE Famous Drive-In Restaurant DIAL PA 8-3726 PRESCOTT HIGHWAY 62 S A M A R A COMPLI.VIENTS OF - A A A lftPOIN " FISH LIMITED, ; Headquarters for Fresh Fish since 1879 D. KEMP EDWARDS, LIMITE D Lumber and Building Materials 2. Bays ' ater Ave. Ottawa Phone: PA 8-4631 COMPLIMENTS OF A FRIEND Coiiipliineiils of A FRIEND A. H. JARVIS " The Bookstore " THE BETTER NEW BOOKS and STAPLE BOOKS Laurier Avenue West, } doors off Bank Best Selection of Boys ' and Girls ' Books all year round 1.S88 - 1960 SAMARA 63 Compliments of CABELDU MOTORS OTTAWA G. T. GREEN LTD. Decorators 750 Bank Street Phone CE 4-1633 64 SAMARA Complhnents of THE CAPITAL WIRE CLOTH MFG. CO. LIMITED OTTAWA, CANADA JOLICOEUR QUINCAILLERIE HARDWARE PEINTURE • PAINT ACCESSOIRES DE MAISON • HOAdE APPLIANCES 19-21 BEECHWOOD SH 9-5959 S A I A R A 65 COMPLIMENTS OF KELLER HOUSE Mcintosh Watts Ltd. Direct hiiportations of ENGLISH BONE CHINA DINNERWARE Also specializing in OPEN STOCK CRYSTAL STEMWARE ' ' The China Hall of Ottawa ' ' 2 locations 189 Bank Street and 54 Elgin Street Coniplivieiits of THE PRODUCERS DAIRY LIMITED MILK CREAM BUTTER EGGS Major Treat Ice Crea?n 275 KENT STREET PHONE CE 2-4281 66 SAMARA WILLIS BUSINESS COLLEGE — Dunbdr School — Established 1896 MODERNIZED CLASSROOMS • ELECTRICAL BUSINESS MACHINES Day and Evening Classes Shorthand (Pitman and Gregg) Typewriting — Dictaphone — Comptometer Bookkeeping — Accounting — Business Administration Secretarial Routine Preparations for Civil Service Examinations Courses may be arranged at any time I45i Sparks Street Telephone CE 3-3031 Compliments of H. FINE SONS LTD. Wholesale Fniit, Vegetables, Groceries and Frozen Foods Dial CE 5-7275 Office CE 6-555 5 62 MANN AVENUE OTTAWA, ONT. SAMARA 67 man ' s best friend TO 2 muloH cAm m Ffnl Baivk of Montreal There are 10 B of M BRANCHES in OTTAWA to serve you. WORKING WITH CANADIANS IN EVERY WALK OF LIFE SINCE 1817 BUILDERS SALES LIMITED Builders ' and Home Hardware 531 Sussex Drive Phone CE 3-5617 CAMP OCONTO Established 19ZZ A private summer camp for girls 5-17 years, 90 miles from Ottawa Directors Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Labbett 3 Pine Forest Road, Toronto 12 Ottawa Representative Mrs. a. E. Grier 14 Crescent Rd., RockclifTe Park Telephone SH 9-8061 For illustrated brochure contact any of the above mentioned people. 68 SAMARA OGILVY ' S SERVING OTTAWA SINCE 1881 ' Our Constant Aim — to Give Good Value ' CHARLES OGILVY LIMITED C. A. Paradis Co. Limited China and Glassware 92 V2 RiDEAU Street Ottawa, Ont. Armstrong Richardson LIMITED Shoe Fitting Specialists VISIT OUR NEW ' TEEN AGE SHOE DEPT. 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