Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)
- Class of 1966
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SAMARA June 1966 SUCCESS IS NAUGHT: ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL " - Browning c 7 1 i Elmwood says good-bye to Mrs, Stephen Mrs. Stephen is leaving us. After more than twenty years at Elmwood, Mrs. J. G. Stephen is retiring from her position as teacher and Senior Mistress of our school; behind her she is leaving many happy students who have enjoyed her classes throughout her time at Elmwood. Mrs. Stephen first came to us in 1939 when Mrs. Buck was Head Mistress, to teach English and Latin, and remained at Elmwood until 1943. She returned in 1948 after being requested to be a supply teacher for six weeks — Mrs. St ephen has been here ever since. She has seen our school develop and grow. Its number of students has doubled since 1939, and our school uniform has undergone some minor changes also. Out of Elmwood ' s old doors she has watched many graduates leave, and has often kept up friendly correspondence with our old girls. Mrs. Stephen ' s experiences at Elmwood have both exciting and interesting. She has had almost every practical joke played on her, and has been asked nearly every question imaginable ones such as, " Were you alive when the American independence was signed? " Mrs. Stephen has been successful at Elmwood. Although most of us moan and groan over her Eng- lish and Latin assignments, we have to admit it was Mrs. Stephen ' s teaching which got us through the year ' s work in those subjects. Mrs. Stephen ' s defini- tion of success is this: " If as a teacher you can in- fluence the life of just one person, you feel you have been successful. For it is through the pupils that a teacher feels a satisfaction, and knows that she has been a success in her profession " . All of us at Elmwood would like to thank Mrs. Stephen for her help and guidance, and we would like to wish both Mr. and Mrs. Stephen the best of luck for the future. If she could ever come back and visit us some time, the doors of Elmwood will always be open to her. Bori Voyage to Mrs, Laidler Mrs. Laidler is a generous, understanding, mother- ly, and well-liked teacher in Elmwood. She is head of the Junior School, wife of the prominent Doctor Laidler, owner of a dog, and next door neighbour of Mrs. Aldous. She is also the mot her of two girls, and a boy thirteen years of age. Mrs. Laidler ' s two daughters both went to Elmwood. Margaret is now working in the University of Ottawa, and Audrey, who was our greatly admired head girl last year, is now attending the University of McGill in Montreal. The two most unmistakable identifications of Mrs. Laidler, one: her small white car which can usually be seen in the morning and afternoon while she goes to and from Elmwood, with two occupants— Mrs. Aldous and herself; and also, the small, rather batter- ed linen flowered handbag which she has been carry- ing around for years, and surprisingly enough is large enough for the books, tests and exams with which she is always burdened down. Mrs. Laidler is a very fair, and very good and in- spiring teacher, giving hard exams but very fairly preparing us for them. Unfortunately for us, Mrs. Laidler will be leaving us this year, as Dr. Laidler has been invited to teach for a year at Sussex University in England. We " bodies " , " chickies " , " Iambics " , " lambchops ' , as she has a habit of calling us, will be sorry to see Mrs. Laidler leave, for besides being an excellent teacher, and good friend, to everyone, she is an und- erstanding, humorous, cheerful, friendly person. We all wish her well and hope that she will have an interesting year in England. Julie Willmot, 4A. 5 6 Fiona MacDonald, Fleur Wallis, Mrs. Stephen, Susan Burgess, Delphi George, Margot Rothwell, Mrs. Blyth, Janice Pratley, Helen Stlntson, Maria Conde, Cathy Fireston, Mary McKay-Smith. Head Mistress ' Letter Dear Elmwood, This year we have many goodbyes and many thank-you ' s to say to loyal and faithful friends who have done so much for Elmwood. When Mrs. H. S. Southam died last Hallowe ' en we lost our foundress and very generous benefactor. Some of you knew her personally and with me will always remember the loving interest that she took in the school. Mrs. Southam appointed Mrs. Buck as the first headmistress of Elmwood and it was my good fortune to meet Mrs. Buck last summer in Eng- land and to bring back warm wishes from her to you all. She shares now with us our sorrow in losing Mrs. Southam. Suddenly in May, Mrs. Eleanore Archambault died. She was President of our Mothers ' Guild this year and mother of Jane. We shall miss, more than I can express, her loyal interest in and devotion to the school. Jane and her father have our deep sym- pathy. Last November Mrs. McDermott cooked her last meal for us and retired, aged 81. She had been at Elmwood for 31 years, faithfully feeding boarders and day-girls, term after term. When I once said to her: " Oh, you must love Elmwood to have stayed so long! " She replied that the school was her life and joy. Her heart was in it to the last spoonful of soup. We must thank God in this age of restlessness and short-term loyalties for such faithful service. Now this June we must say good bye to Mrs. Stephen, our Senior Mistress, who is retiring after 23 years at Elmwood. I wonder how many girls have taken out into the world her love of Shakespeare and her sympathetic understanding of human nature, which she has indeed learned from the master? Mrs. Stephen ' s retirement is a loss to us which we cannot express or measure and her pupils are now all over the world; many of them are mothers, teaching their children to love English literature because she first stimulated their interest and opened up windows overlooking views of breathless beauty. We can only say " Thank you " and " God bless you " and " Please come back often to see us, Mrs. Stephen " . Mrs. Laidler leaves us also this June. She is going with her husband and family to England for a year but we are hoping to see her back again after that, so will only say; " Bon Voyage " and wish her a wonder- full year ' s rest in an old-world house with the latest modern conveniences somewhere in Sussex. Mrs. Laidler has taught our Juniors for ten years and many of you know her beloved personality and in- spiring teaching. We part this year also with our boarding-school, which has been a home to so many girls from all over Canada as well as from many countries abroad. Their bedrooms will be classrooms and after school hours the old house will be very still. Fortunately, many present boarders are coming back to us as day girls next year, so we shall not feel the break as decisively as we might. " The old order changeth giving place to new " . We shall go forward with our growing enrol- ment, our fine academic achievement, our smart uni- form and our high ideals. We know that we can never show enough gratitude for the best of the past that has shaped us, but inspired by old friends we must turn, Janus-like, to the future to show all those who have given us so much that we will not let them down, not even in all the confusion of our present age. Hanging on a wall in 6 Matric are some words quoted by good King George VI in one of his last Christmas speeches to the British people during the Second World War. The author was a comparatively unknown woman who became famous overnight as a result of the royal broadcast. Shall we share her message with all our friends who have to leave us and also let it inspire our next step forward? " I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year: give me a light that I may tread safely in- to the unknown. And he replied: Go out into the darkness and put thine hand into the Hand of God. That shall be to thee better than light and safer than a known way. " M. Louise Haskins. Your affectionate friend and headmistress, 7 STAFF Back row, left: Mile Garreau, iMiss Hudson, Miss Robinson, Mrs. Van Dine, Mrs. Routliffe, Mrs. Davis, Mrs. Aldous, Mrs. Harwood-Jones, Mrs. Harkness, Mrs. KoUer, Mrs. Earle; Front row, left; Mrs. Vennor-Morris, Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Miles, Mrs. MacMillan, Mrs. Stephen, Mrs. Blyth, Mrs. Laidler, Miss Driscoll, Mrs. Whitwill, Mrs. Ross; Absent: Mrs. Annau, Mrs. Tanczyk. Karen Gillies 8 MESSAGE FROM THE EDITOR June, 1966 Hello Elmwood: As you are reading this, you will undoubtedly be back at school and starting a brand-new term. But the latest edition of your Samara will for the most of you bring back many memories of the past year, and to the new girls relate some of the enthusiasm and genuine tradition behind Elmwood. There is a closet in the Library downstairs which contains many old Samaras — some even date back to the 1920 ' s. They are full of the works and activit- ies of old ElmwGodians and are really very interesting to look at. It is hard to imagine that the 1966 edition in time will become an old Samara too. There are miny people to thank this year for helping assemble our yearbook. First of all there is yozi. To all those who took time to contribute to the Samara— your effort in literature and artwork was greatly appreciated. Like a television programme or a movie, there are many people who worked behind the scenes. For the first time this year we had a staff member, Mrs. Whitwill, as an advisor for Samara. Both she and iVIrs. Aldous were very helpful. Thanks go out to our Advertising Editor Trish Wilgress and to the people who helped her, to Sue Cohen, and Janet Uren Samara ' s co-editors, and to Mr. God- frey the photographer, who put up with the many hours of confusion. I hope you enjoy your Samara. Wishing you all the best for a successful year, Jane Archambault. The Samara Staff Left to right: Susan Cohen, Janet Uren, Jane Archambault (editor), Patricia Wilgress. 9 GRADUATES 1965-1966 FIONA MacDONALD: " Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, by doubling our joy, and dividing our grief. ' ' ' ' Fiona was our wonderful head girl for ' 65-66. She was also a prefect and Senior Counsellor in the Boarding School. Next year Fiona will attend " Belri " in Switzerland and then she hopes to go to Trinity College in Toronto. Elmwood will miss Fiona next year. We all wish her " Good Luck " . SUSAN BURGESS: " Character is the real foundation of all ivorth-ivhile success. " Next year Sue will attend Neuchatel in Swit- zerland and then she hopes to go to Trinity Col- lege. This year Sue was Senior Counsellor, Senior Prefect and appeared in " Reach for the Top " . Elmwood wishes Sue a Bon Voyage and the best of luck. AlARY McKAY-SiMITH: ' ■ ' Friendship! mysterious clement of the soul! Sweetener of Life! and soldier of society! This year Mary has been Head of Nightin- gale, Prefect, and competent organizer of our Talent Show. Although her future is still un- determined, she hopes to attend Carleton and major in geography. We wish her " Good Luck " for ' 67. JANICE PRATLEY: ' ' ' Burdens become light when cheerfully borne. ' ' ' ' Truly an Elmwoodian (she has been at Elm- wood for six years) Janice was a Prefect, and much admired head of Fry house this year. Next year she plans to take her Q-year at Carle- ton, and then she will go to British Columbia For oceanography. With her go Elmwood ' s warmest wishes for a successful future. FLEUR WALLIS: ' ' All men see the same objects, but all men do not equally understand them. Intelligejtce is the tongue that discerns and tastes them. ' ' ' ' Fleur has been at Elmwood for four years and spent her final year being the competent Head of Keller. Prefect the last head Boarder and a member of the " Reach for the Top " team. Next year she plans to go to Jersey, England, to take her A levels and then she hopes to go to Trent. Elmwood M ' ishc:; her a Bon Voyage and successful future. MARIA CONDE: ' ' The cheerful live longest in years, and afterwards in our regards. Cheerfulness is the offshoot of goodness. ' ' ' ' Maria has been with us for two years, and in her last year at Elmwood was a Prefect. She is still undecided about the future, and will either go to Europe or stay in Ottawa. But wherever she goes, Elmwood wishes her the best. DOLPHI GEORGE: ' ' Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm. ' ' Dolphi has quite a future planned. Firstly, she plans to go to Baccalaur eat, i lycee in Paris, then she will go to Queen ' s for Medicine. In her last year at Elmwood Dolphi was a prefect, a member of the Young World Mobilization Appeal, and on our ' Reach for the Top ' team. We wish her much luck for her busy future. CATHY FIRESTONE: " That " best portion of a good man s life, it is little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love. ' ' ' ' Cathy has spent four years at Elmwood and in her final year was a Prefect and Head Moni- tor. Next year she plans to attend McGill. Good Luck, Cathy for ' 67! MARGOT ROTHWELL: " Slow and steady wins the race. ' ' ' ' Margot has been an Elmwoodian for 4 years now, and in her last year at Elmwood, Margot was a prefect and our enthusiasti c Sports Cap- tain. Next year she plans to go to Belri School in Switzerland, and then to the U. of T. Good Luck for the future Margot! HELEN STINSON: character in ynmmers, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. ' ' In her last year at Elmwood, Helen was a prefect and friend to all. Next year she hopes to go to the Ontario College of arts. Good Luck, Helen, for ' 67. PAT CARLTON: ' ' Only the actions of the just smell siveel and blossom in the dust. ' ' ' Pat has been with us for four years, and next year she plans to go to Carleton. We will all miss her very much, and wish her the best of luck. LINDSAY BISHOPRIC: ' ' The fruit derived from labour is the sweet- est of all pleasures ' ' ' This was Lindsay ' s second and last year at Elmwood. Next year she is hoping to attend Carleton University here in Ottawa. Elmwood wishes her much luck for the future. SANDRA CARRIGAN: " They are never aone that are accompan- ied with noble thoughts. " Although Sandy has onl ' been at Elmwood for one year, we will all miss her bright smile very much. But Elmwood ' s loss is Careton ' s gain, so good luck, Sandy from Elmwood. ANNE CHAPLIN: " slept and dreamed that life was beauty, I woke and found that life was duty. " Anne has been at Elmwood for six years now, and next year she plans to attend Carleton. In her last year she spent much time commut- ing from Manotick, and being Fry ' s sports captain. Good luck in Carleton, Anne! BEVERLY ERLANDSON: " Be to her virtues very kind, Be to her faults a little blind. " This year Bev was both Chapel Monitor and head of the formal dance committee. Although she is still undecided about her future; we hope she will find success in whatever she does. LYNN GREENBLATT: " Alternate rest and labour long endure. ' ' ' ' Although Lynn ' s stay at Elmwood was short, we will miss her very much. As yet she hasn ' t decided if Ottawa U. or Carleton will be her new school, but which ever she chooses, Elm- wood wishes her luck. CAROLYN JONES: " Genius begins great works; labour alone finishes them. ' ' ' ' In her last year at Elmwood, Carolyn became our dutiful bellringer. Next year she plans to attend McGill University. We all wish her best of luck for ' 67. 14 JANE MIRSKY: " We are shaped and fashioned by what ive love: ' In her last year at Elmwood Jane helped or- ganize the Formal. She was also Nightingale ' s sports captain. Next year Jane will attend Carle- ton. Good luck Jane from Elmwood. SYBIL POWELL: " The virtue lies in the struggle, not in the prize: ' ' Next year Sybil hopes to go to Nepean for grade 13, and then to the University of British Columbia. In her last year at Elmwood she was head of the Library committee. Good luck to Sybil! Mrs. AlacMillan: " The child ' s schoolroom: ' ' LUCIA NIXON: " Kiioivledge comes, but wisdom lingers: ' ' A member of the Sui Sang Committee and an eager participant in school activities. Elmwood now says goodbye to Lucia. Next year she will attend College Marie de France in Montreal, so Bon Voyage, and good luck Lucia. JANE SKABAR: " No one knows what it is that he can do till he tries: ' ' Jane is one of the couragous students who plans to brave Grade 13. She will leave Elmwood and go to Lisgar. Good luck Jane, and happy studying! 7i70ther ' s heart is the KELLER HOUSE Back row, left: Cathy Smallwood, Judy Patton, Susan Burgess, Frieda Lockhart, Kim Walker, Nancy Casseiman, Carol Robinson, Janet Rankin, Sybil Powell, Jeff Heintzman, Lu Hodgins, Rosemary McRae, Joy Wallingford, Vicky Band, Susan Fossmark. Middle row. left: Fiona MacDonald, Jane Nicholls, Sandra Sinray, Janet Clarke, Robin Ogilvie, Jane Gartrell, Susan Dier, Merry Grundry, Karen Gillies, Brenda Durgan, Marjory Halupka, Carolyn Jones. Front row, left: Rosemary Kumi, Janet Lawson. Tauny Nixon, Fleur Wallis, Anne Stead. Christie Ault, Dana Henderson. Dear Keller: Somehow, patriotism, or affectionate loyalty, or house spirit, does count for something. It is hard to say whether the giver or the object of this power benefits more because of it. Yet, I cannot prove to you that house spirit (which can be put into the con- text of any spirit) is a good and worthwhile thing. What I am trying to say may become clearer if I draw an analogy with marriage. It is possible to enter a marriage and sustain an attitude of: " My husband offered a security I wanted, but I don ' t love him, and I certainly don ' t plan to serve him. I don ' t believe that one can live happily ever after just be- cause of a marriage based on high principles. " Some girls do marry with that attitude, but I don ' t believe any of you will because you have been given the opportunity to learn the importance of loyalty and affection. f.efs go back to house spirit When you, we Kellerites, hear Keller attacked, or ridiculed, you defend it by retorting, " Keller ' s the best " . However you do not say that necessarily be- cause Keller is a better, stronger, more-hardworking house, but because it has gradually become part of you; and you are a part of it. Some of you have struggled to avoid identifying yourself with Keller. But you are Keller. You are part of an indefinite quantity (and quality! ) of young girls, young and old women, who are joined together in an ever-growing union set called Keller. When we came to recognize this, we recognize our " civic responsibility " to our house and our school. On behalf of all the Boarders I would like to thank Mrs. Harkness for her wise, kind, and cheer- ful guidance along our path to maturity. Our thanks and appreciation must also go to Miss Robinson, Mrs. Earle, and Miss Hudson for their miscellaneous but continuous aiding and abetting. Thank you Miss Driscoll, for curhng, skiing, movies, and our outings. Before we all disperse in June — some of you I shall never see again — I want to say this: " If you march into the future under the banner of ' Fair Play ' , you will always be on the winning side of life " . Love to you all, Fleur. NIGHTINGALE HOUSE Back row, left: .Martha Scott, Ann Crook, Jane Skabar, Ja Carrigan, Cathy Cuthbert, Bonnie Sutherland, Pat Mullen, Frigon, Alison Conway, Kathy Mulock. Middle row, left: H Fullerton, Kathy Clifford, Nancy Gale, Diedre O ' Brien, Ly bury, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Sarah Francis, Elizabeth Tanc Julie Willmot, Markie Cochran, Martha Pimm. Front row, le McCordick, Janie Ginsberg, Elizabeth Brodie, Lynn Petrie, M Naughton, Lynne Sampson, Marissa Goebbels, Cathy Ashton, ne Mirsky, Maria Conde, Jane Blyth, Jennifer Chaplin, Sandra Vicky Nicholson, Cathy Thompson, Katie Isbister, Margo arriet Lintott, Julia Berger, Rosande Bellaar - Spruyt Kate nn Greenblatt, Maureen O ' Niell, .Moira Philips, Vicky Sains- zyk, Emannuelle Carraud, Kathy Rothwell, Susan Michelson, ft: Claire Heath, Sarah Jane Hardy, Vicky Wilgress, Joan ary McKay-Smith, Suzanne Leroy, Nancy Pelly, Ginny Mc- Julia Rylands, Rebbecca Sanders. Absent: Shareen Marland. Dear Nightingale: The year is all too quickly coming to an end and that familiar time is here again when we must say ' Goodbye ' . Looking over the year I can happily say it was great fun and worth the struggle. To our athletes many thanks, we may not have come out on the top but we at least made them fight for the lead. To our artists and decorators, I think our decora- tions and our dance were the best and we couldn ' t have done without you (of course I may be a little bit prejudiced). To our intelligent members, your marks not only stand you in good stead but help us tremendously in the House Competitions. Finally, to the just ' Nightingale-ites ' , I am told that throughout life those who are just there, all the time, are the ones that can really be counted on and you were always there. Many thanks! I ' ve loved this year perhaps the most of all my school years because of all of you. They say that our house had the most spirit and that is something to be proud of. So with this spirit and our House Motto: ' Not for Ourselves Alone ' , let ' s go out into life never feeling alone, but together. All my love and many thanks. Good Luck, Mary. FRY HOUSE Back Row left; Jane Martin, Cathy Firestone, Hel Lindsay Bishopric, Janet Davies, Margaret Armitage, Patri rence, Bev Erlandson, Dolphi George, Margot Rothwell, J Thomas, Elizabeth Greenberg, Wendy Orr, Janet Stubbins McNicoll, Pat Carlton, Maureen Edwards, Debby Grills, Verity Williams, Judy Levine, Joselyn Baker. Front Row Wainright, Shane O ' Brien, Janice Pratley, Sarah Whitwall Cole, Delia Soto. Absent; Marie France Dubord, Cathy M en Stintson, Lucia Nixon, Pam Rosenthal, Frances Wilson, cia Simmons, Harriet Ellicott, Debby Hunter, Paula Law- anet Uren. Middle Row left; Marianela Soto, Margaret , Jane Archambault, Judy Dyson, Patricia Wilgress, Susan Susan Cohen, Debby Leach, Barbara Thomas, Anne Chaplin, left; Jennifer Miles, Barbara Coyne, Sophie Carraud, Mary , Jennifer Coyne, Debby Coyne, Noelle Clark, Christina aclaren. Dear Fry, Thank you for a wonderful year although we did not win the ' House Trophy ' , we have had fun trying and ' have shown great spirit in our competi- tion. With our ' Bake-Sale ' for Sui Sang, our contribu- tion in sports to the volley-ball, basketball, bad- minton and tennis tournaments and our enthusiastic entries in the talent show, we have had a busy and interesting year. I think we have especially enjoyed organizing our house dance, featuring the ' Raphaels ' . The time that a great many of yoa devoted to the making of decorations and refreshments enabled us to have a most successful dance. By the way, Fry-ites, we managed to raise more money for the Formal than the other two houses combined. In all facets of school life we have worked together and, we hope, have lived to our ' house motto by showing ' Friendship to AH ' . Thank you again for making this, my last year at Elmwood, such a happy one. I hope that yours has been equally as happy and I wisih you the best of luck for the future. With all my love, Janice. SPORTS NOTES Once again this year, sports have played a very important role in the school ' s activities. Under the encouraging direction of Miss Driscoll who un- tiringly, we can say, gave her all in effort, time and organization to the planning or rhythmic exercises, the inter-class and inter-house games and even to a Round-Robin with Ashbury in May, the school sports have been, we think, a true success. We started the year off in September with an enthusiastic bang when Miss Driscoll arranged the inter-class softball games in the intermediate and senior schools. After a succession of, naturally, very close games 5A managed to steal the victory from 6M whose crowning defeat came in a final game against the staff who, much to the delight of the rest of the school, won. Each house elected its own sports captain with the result that Jane Mirsky represented Nightingale, Anne Chaplin, Fry, and Merry Grundy, Keller. Either in cheering or in playing the whole school contributed to the inter-house games, and once again, though the competition was tough, Keller carried off the volleyball and basketball trophies, with Nightin- gale a close second. Both junior and senior schools participated in the badminton and tennis singles and doubles, the highhght being once again the Round-Robin with eight ardent tennis players from Ashbury— the win- ners of which were— Sue Dier and Tom Reed. This year we flooded the newly paved tennis courts and there on a crisp winter afternoon the Juniors held their annual costume skating party and according to all those who attended (including some wayward 5A ' s, 6M ' s and staff members who hap- pened to turn up at the smell of food and fun) it was a very great success. In May, a week before our final June exams, the whole school, smallest to the tallest, performed before our parents the rhythmic exercises taught us by Miss Driscoll. Though she may have had her doubts and fears, when the final test came many congratulated her highly on the results. We thank her once again for her hard work and steady perseverance in school sports and return her hearty slap on the back wishing her many more successful years of teaching at Elmwood. Morgot Rothwell, Sports Captain. JUNIOR VOLLEYBALL TEAM Back row, left; Julie Willmot, Debbie Grill s, Katie Isbister, Pat Mullen, Frieda Lockhart, Nancy Pelly, Judy Dyson. Front row, left; Elizabeth Brodie, Sarah Whitwill, Lynne Sampson. KELLER VOLLEYBALL TEAM (Winners) Back row, left; Kim Walker, Jeff Heintzman, Merry Grundy, Rosemary iMcRae, Carol Robinson. Front row, left; Susan Dier, Cathy Smallwood, Joy Wallingford, Karen Gillies. KELLER BASKETBALL TEAM (Winners) Back row, left; Kim Walker, Jeff Heintzman, Vicky Band, Rosemary McRae, Joy Wallingford. Fro?2t row, left; Fiona MacDonald, Merry Grundy, iMarjory Halupka. FRY VOLLEYBALL TEAM Back row, left; Helen Stinson, Harriet Ellicott, Patricia Simmons, Margaret Armitage, Janet Davies, Janice Pratley, Margot Rothwell. Front row, left; Pat Carlton, Ann Chaplin, Cathy Firsetone, Wendy Orr. FRY BASKETBALL TEAM Back row, left; Margot Rothwell, Harriett Ellicott, Patricia Simmons, Margaret Armitage, Janet Davies, Paula Lawrence. Front row, left; Wendy Orr, Helen Stinson, Ann Chaplin, Cathy Firestone, Janice Pratley. NIGHTINGALE VOLLEYBALL TEAM Back row, left; Aloira Philips, Jane Blyth, Jan e Skabar, iMaria Conde, Alargo Frigon, Mary McKay- Smith. Front row, left; Elizabeth Tanczyk, Jane M irsky, Dawn Harwood-Jones. NIGHTINGALE BASKETBALL TEAM Back row, left; Jane Skabar, Maria Conde, Jane Blyth, Mary McKay-Smith. Front row, left; Moira Philips, Elizabeth Tanczyk, Jane Mirsky, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Margo Frigon. 23 BADMINTON WINNERS Left to right; Jeff Heintzman, Pat Mullen, Susan Fossmark, Jane Gartrell, Katie Isbister, Nancy Casselman. Absent; Anne Stead, Jennifer Chaplin. TENNIS WINNERS Back row, left; Susan Michelson, Maria Conde, Katie Isbister, Cathy Firestone, Susan Dier. Fro7n row, left; Sarah Jane Hardy, Marjory Halupka. Absent; Jennifer Chaplin. E R A R The old shoes were resting at his bedside now. It was early dusk and the two had just finished a long day ' s tramp over difficult paths of mud and stone and tree-roots. They had not been placed carefully side by side, with their mud-caked heels touching, but lay where they had fallen, in a natural attitude of ease. Their soft leather was folded with age, and they bore an air of lax relief, as if they were very tired. And yet there was a certain dignity, a certain familiarity about them— especially the right foot. There was a sadness seen as their tongues drooped and in the care- less way their laces hung. They had once been handsome brown walking boots— square of toe, with thick heels and sturdy sides: a pair of soldiers well- equipped, young and eager for challenge, ready to do battle. Now, like tired, worn-out veterans, they slept; like two aging mastiffs, waiting for their master ' s return. Carolyn Jones, 6M. SIMPLE MEDITATION Melancholy, sharp unblessed. Sorrow brings fitful unrest. Man and goodliness will strive To keep hope and love alive. We had no worries as a child; " Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, " Was what we thought, What we were taught. Now we ' re in the midst of turmoil. Watching, wondering, wandering, pale. Unhappy, unholy, unwanted, alone, Wanting to find our own way home. God is with us, always near us; Always ready to see and hear us; But seldom do we wish to see Him, Blind amidst the futile mayhem. Amidst ourselves we sit alone, All thought of one another gone. Egotistical, unkind. Some love is left but hard to find. But if and when that love ' s returned All evil, malice, sorrow ' s spurned. Love takes hold, and kindness surges Over the earth — all sorrow purges. Maureen O ' Neill, 5B. HOW TO CLEAN YOUR ROOM Start by taking everything out of all your drawers. When everything is piled on your bed, take a carpet sweeper and clean the rug. Next, hang up any clothes that are lying about or put them in your drawers. Then go to your book-case and arrange all your books neatly on your shelves. Next, pull out your drawers and put everything back into them. DO IT NEATLY. Pencil-crayons, paints, pencils and paper go in one drawer. Little odds-and-ends that are fun to keep but don ' t fit anywhere go in another drawer. This way, you will know what is in each drawer and will have no trouble finding it. When you have finished, straighten your bed, pull the wrinkles out of it and fluff up the pillow. Then check your cupboard to see if all your clothes and shoes are neat and tidy. Make sure your curtains are wide open and straight. Then take a dustcloth and dust everything. Finally, if you have pets in your bedroom, see that they are clean and happy, and you are free to go. Joan McCordick, 4B. " THE TIiMES HERALD " It had been a strange evening and as I crawled into bed I was still uneasy. Even the constant flap of the torn wallpaper began to bother me. Su rprising that this particular sound should worry me; it was so familiar I had long ago ceased to notice it. Finally, unable to take it any longer, I turned on the light and tried to glue back the many layers. Memories crowded my thoughts. I remembered my days as a child w hen every summer or winter I would climb onto a chair and patiently paste each peeling layer. When the warmth of the fire in the old stone hearth had caused the wallpaper to pull free it had been my favorite task to glue and re-glue the crumbling coats. But now I was no longer a child; I needed no chair and the job held no enjoyment for me. I was startled by a loud knock on the door. I was a little surprised that anyone was out at that hour but I was totally unprepared for the sight that met my eyes. Outside was a man. He was quite tall with huge heavy-set shoulders and long thin legs. His head was queerly shaped and was supported by a thick fleshy neck, which was buried deep in his massive chest. His hair, which was coarse and black seemed to grow not only over his face but along his neck and hands giving him a sinister appearance. The most terrifying thing about him was a grotesque, empty eye-socket with half an eye-lid covering it. Then in a deep, gutteral voice he spoke. " Would you happen to have a November the 14th copy of the Times Herald? " I replied that I didn ' t and that I had never heard of any ne T paper of that name in the area. Straining under the effort he muttered two more sentences. " My name is Gregory Stark. I must have that paper! " Shivering at his repulsiveness I replied that some- one in the village might be able to help him .and rhcn quickly shut and barred the door. The indow had blown open while I had been downstairs and as I entered the room a good sized chunk of wall-paper ripped off the wall, exposing an old yellowed newspaper. Overcome with horror I ripped it off and read the following lines: " TIMES HERALD: NOVEMBER FOUR- TEENTH, 1932. " " VILLAGE SHOCKED AT DEATH OF GREGORY STARK " . Paula Lawrence, 5B. Cassidy Clouse Cassidy Clouse was a quiet mouse, Who lived in a quiet peaceful house, Cassidy had little to do all day. But eat and sleep and frolic and play, He was old, and had fifteen grandchildren too, But there was nothing he liked better to do, Than scamper across to cellar floor, Or under the crack of the pantry door, Or up the walls of the clapboard house. Quiet, but playful was Cassidy Clouse, One day as he played in a big armchair, That stood some feet from the cellar stair. He was suddenly startled out of his wits, In fact he almost had seven fits, For a thundering crash and a high-pitched sound, iMade his hair stand straight and his head go round. But what do you think? The sound that he heard. Was made by neither a cat nor a bird. But an old piano quit out of tune. Which no one had played in many a moon. And on the piano lined up in a row, Were Cassidy ' s grandchildren and at the word go. They jumped on the keys and gleefully played, A thumpy and bumpy mouse serenade. And Grandfather Cassidy, no longer afraid, Bounced around to the sound that his grandchildren made. Jennifer Coyne. Christ-mas The children crowed with happy glee and gaily followed after Their kindly nurse who smiled to hear the sound of echoed laughter. Together trooped the scattered band along the lofty halls, And all the house was ringing to their merry, fluted calls. Mary straight and slender stood, her eyes alive and warm. Not woman nor child was she and yet her woman ' s heart was torn. Wistful and shy she dared to seek the glance of a soldier cold; A cousin back from the Spanish waic for Christmas, she ' d been told. Lounging in his oaken chair, his voice was low and gay. Yet in his eyes there lav a fear, held long and hard at bay. Candle-light, like molten gold, lay on his scarlet coat. His mocking eyes in laughter wild, were dark and heeded not. Suddent he glanced and caught her gaze and held it over long. Until from out the tall French doors they heard a ghost of song. The carollers were singing in the softly falling snow. They light and darkness gave to all, they sang of joy and woe. Yet deeper delved the searching glance of a child who trusted well Into the bitter heart of one who ' d known the depth of hell. A half-amused and gentle smile his cynic lips did bend. His frozen heart, a girl ' s first love like magic sweet did mend. He sipped his wine and slowly raised a lingering thoughtful eve, And then he laughed and threw his heart into the crvstal sky. Janet Uren, 5 A 28 The Canadian Nort-h 1 know a land Of the howling wind Where, rugged and torn, The spruce trees sway: Where the lakes ' crystal waves Are roused by the storms, And dashed against The barren, black rocks. The sun will never Warm up that land. And make it cozy And bright with nature ' s colors. Life is windy, stormy, yet quiet, Because this life never changes. Every day the moose Comes to the edge of the stream For a drink! The startled deer hides in the thickets. And wolves howl somewhere Far away, in a still winter night; The owl hoots. Forecasting the blizzard. Which will sweep over the mountains The next night. I know that North That Canadian North, That desolate, forsaken throne of our land. Dear Henrietta Horseface.... Dear Henrietta Horseface, Do you have a solution for knee-socks whic h refuse to stay up? Knee-socks in Trouble. Dear In Trouble, Years of experience tell me that amputation a t the knee is the only answer. Dear Henrietta Horseface, What is happening to modern morality, Henri- etta? This morning as I looked out of my window I saw a school-girl wearing her tunic at a disgraceful length— it was at least three inches above the knee! Shouldn ' t such conduct be stopped? Horrified Citizen. Dear Horrified, It certainly should be! Regulations state quite clearl ' that all school tunics are to be worn from four to seven inches above the knee! Rest asured, this infraction of the rules will be corrected! Dear Henrietta Horseface, The world fell about my ears last night when my boyfriend told me that we were through. The reas- ons he gave were a mixture of ice-cream (which I adore) and green serge. I have never written to a love-lorn column before but seeing your sympathetic face in the newspaper was like seeing a raspberry ice- cream cone in the desert. It happened while we were dancing the Frug and I was happily licking a winter- green ice-cream. It was one of those rare moments of supreme happiness. Suddenly he told me that he not only hates ice-cream but he has never been able to stand the colour green. Henrietta, I can ' t live without ice-cream. It ' s my one security in a shifting changing world, and furthermore, I ' m first! He has found " Another " from St. Joseph ' s who always wears blue and who has a passion for garlic pizzas! What shall I do? The Wearer of the Green. Dear Wearer, Having pondered your case, it came to me that the answer is to change your brand of ice-cream from wintergreen to pistachio. Dear Henrietta Horseface, I am a boy of fiffteen who luvs grene (prefirabely brite grene) butt my ma says to stay clere of girls who ware grene becuz girls who ware grene becum jelus very eesy. All the gurls I no ware blu and yelow. What can I due? A Grene Luver. Dear Grene Luver, See the above letter (Wearer of the Green). I have yet to see an avid ice-cream eater who is jealous. Her address is " Sanctuary " , Elmwood School. GEOMETRY Trapezaids and polygons, squares included too, I count among the postulates of which I wish I knew. To establish a fact either directly or not. Depends upon analysis of what I ' m being taught. Now this may seem quite simple to others in my class. But of myself especially, I ' m lucky if I pass, They say a triangle is made up of three sides. And that really depends on where the locus rides. Angles and their measurements present a problem too, Whether acute, obtuse, reflex or complimentary viewed, A gent, Pythagorous by name, invented once a theorem. To puzzle me I am sure, and add to my delerium. P.S.: After careful deductive reasoning of these basic geometric figures I have come to the conclu- sion that I must be a square. Karen Gillies, 5A. THE QUARREL The bell clanged, so that Jack entered the class- room late. However, he sensed, as he eyed the master ' s unresponding back, that as yet his presence had not been missed. By means of a circuitous route, Jack had almost gained that which made him indistinguishable from the mass — his seat at his desk. As he moved deftly dow n the last few feet of the aisle his eyes were not w atching for the inevitable; — a protruding foot. Jack stumbled and fell. A few minutes later he fell his hands sting under humiliating cane blows, while his soul felt stripped like a green twig at the pronounce- ment of his doom. He was to forfeit his Saturday outing, and spend the hours serving the most hated and feared man on campus. Not that the Latin master was a cruel man; he wasn ' t, only he tcould make out to the other boys, had you so much as opened a door for him, that you and he were on the very best of terms. Nevertheless, Jack wanted to ignore the possibil- it - that the fatal shoe had not been placed in the aisle accidental!} ' . This resolved, he used the chill that he felt towards his tormentor to extinguish the flame of anger he felt. It had all but died. Then, as the last words of sentence rang abov e his head, Jack ' s ear-backs heard the hint of an en- joying titter from the corner of the foot, and the once dying flame shot blue and hard up his spine. Five minutes, four minutes, ' til the bell would clash the freedom not for the dav. Four more min- utes of an excruitiatingly painful caricature of a wrest- ling match. Jack sat silent and still, moving not a muscle but those in his arm and hand that controlled his index finger. On the strength of this finger Jack felt that his whole future depended. He felt the knuckles twist as the other boy, sitting also motionless at the desk in front renewed the strength in his index finger by a dextrous snap of his wrist. Jack did not notice that his lip was beginning to bleed, or that it was his own teeth that were causing the pain he felt because of it. He felt only a hot, red demolition ball of hate crashing between his temples, and the full ache in his arm that combined with the sharp hurt in his finger. The boy in front had at least stopped tittering. Three minutes, two minutes, one minute; Jack ' s teeth met through his l ip. The finger of the boy in front gave a little; then something wrenched. Thirty seconds, then fifteen; the finger snapped. The two boys retrieved their arms, each placing his own gin- gerly on his lap. Jack took his teeth out of his lip. Five seconds; the bell rings. " C ' mon, " says Jack, dad ' s a doctor " . " Oh, thanks, " says the boy from the desk in front. He paused. " Hey, is your finger allright? " " Sure, Fm fine " . Jack says — he smiled, and the blood poured off his chin. Fleur Wallis, 6M. MY NAME, A GRAIN OF SAND A ' ly name, a grain of sand, A new born snowflake, A drop of rain, a breath of fresh air . . . But wait, you say no, A man is an immortal thing Who hath power of reason and logic With emotion and feeling for his fellow? Does not the wind of time blow away Even the coarsest grains? Does not even the most beautiful snowflake melt? Does not time evaporate the dew of morning? And does not a breath of fresh air turn stagnant being exhaled? No one praises dust and decay nor likes the stench Of rotting flesh. Wind, blow me away, Time fill my place And let my bones lie unmarked Among those of Adam ' s friends. Sandra Carrigan, 6M. Chrisf-i Close your eyes and let your mind travel through the ages to a time when the whole world lay beneath the ungentle foot of Rome. Imagine the land of Israel as it was then; a hot, dusty land that to you or me would seem barren. The people of this land were a stubborn, religious race and though they bowed their bodies before the standard of Caesar Augustus, they kept rebellion alive within themselves. These people were Jews and unlike any other race at that people were Jws and unlike any othr race at that time, they worshipped one all-powerful God in whom they placed their faith and their never-dying hope of rescue from the Romans who oppressed them. For hundreds of years the prophets of Israel had foretold the coming of the Messiah, who would rescue them in a time of great peril. Isaiah himself said that there would come a time when, sai dthat there would come a time when, " The Lord hath rriade bare his holy arm in the eyes of all nations; and all the ends of the earth shall witness the salvation of our God. " The prophets also foretold of a man who would precede the mesenger of God to prapare the way for him. Indeed, " A voice crying in the wilderness iMake straight the way of the Lord. " Make straight the wa y of the Lord. " Surely when John the Baptist rose raggedly out of the desert and began to declare the coming of one whose ' sandals he was unfit to touch, ' to many the miracle began to seem nearer. For example, old Simeon, who lived his life awaiting the Saviour and died on beholding him at last. Yet to the oppressed ]tws the Messiah had come to mean a mighty, iron-clad King who would free Israel from the Romans forever. So while the world waited blindly for their warrior King a baby was born in Bethlehem to a humble carpenter and his virgin wife, unrecognized save by a few visited with devine wisdom and simplicity. The ancient prophecy had been fulfilled: " Behold, the virgin shall be with child and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel. " The child called Jesus seemed then to pass into mystery and only glimpses can be caught of a boy seemingly engaged in some strange preparation as he looked gravely upon the world through dark eyes that seemed somehow aware of a higher and greater destiny. At last the curtain was withdrawn and Christ stepped quietly forward to be baptized by John who cried aloud to all who would listen, that here at last was the Son of God. The heavens them- selves opened to proclaim thei rambassador. So began a ministry that lasted only two and a half years but that nevertheless gave to the world a light which neither wickedness, indifference nor persecu- tion can ever utterly (]ucnch. T he people trusted Christ, for he healed their ills with his wonderful hands and smoothed their guilts and fears as he assured them of the infinite love of CJod. All Chri.st demanded of his followers was faith nity which opened the heart to love, mercy and tolerance. The esence of Christianity is perhaps contained in the Beatitudes wherein Jesus laid down the main pre- cepts of his teaching. He urged love, self-sacrifice and tolerance to one ' s fellow-men. Jesus often illustrated his teachings with simple parables that ordinary people could understand and because they understood what he taught them, the common people were attracted to Christ. He also taught of eternity and of the brotherhood of man to a subject race; to slaves who yearned for the free- dow that could only be found for them in the spirit and to noblemen who sought in their terrible disillus- ionment for ideals to guide them. To all these differ- ernt people his words spoke of eternal youth of the soul and of a love that would never fail them. Jesus appealed to everything that was good in man and yet left them their minds free to choose the path that they would walk. In this way, Christianity is, above all, a religion of individuality. He interpreted the old out-worn laws of Moses in a new and positive manner. He acknowledged the will of man to overcome evil with the help of God. Jesus taught always of the necessity to place one ' s utter faith in God and so to cast out fear and guilt that rots and sickens the soul. Christianity was a living religion for a race un- happiy subject to a greater power. These people needed all the strength they could get to endure " the whips and scourges " of time. Perhaps this is the main reason for the wild spread of Christianity throughout the Empire. Christ ended his life upon the Cross and three days later he appeared, resurrected from the grave. It was then that the belief in life after death became such a basic tenet of the Christian religion. In dying Christ took the burden of the sins of the world upon himself and it is significant that his last words upon the Cross were, " Father, forgive them. They know not what they do. " The courage and mercy of Christ will remain forever a source of strength to Christians. The Holy Communion which Christ himself initiated is the first sacrament of the Church and it serves to renew the important contact between God and his worshippers. In this ritual all believers partake of bread and wine which are symbolic of the body and blood of Christ, having first asked forgiveness for their sins. This ceremony brings untold comfort and strength to the individual. The death of Christ was followed by mass conver- sions of Jews as the disciples began to tell of the divine mystery of the Trinity. Slowly this strange religion of hope and love passed through the world. Brave men and women suffered persecution and death for the Cause. In spite of the torture and the humilia- tion of secrecy that the early Christians underwent their faith grew in proportion. When in 312 A.D., the Edict of Milan was published by the Emperor Constantine, allowing the legal worship of Christ, the stage was set for Christianity to spread over all the earth. —]imet Urev, 5 A. A Soul ' s Salva on I saw a candle in a window As I went my way, For it did shine across my path, And sent the dark away. But I was tired, deadly tired. Movement came so slow, And smoky breath in frozen air Did blur the distant glow. And yet the spark across the meadow Lit my dreary mind, And thoughts came swirling back to me Of much enheart ' ning kind. I had still many miles to travel Ere I found my rest. But now I had a flame as guide And would 1 do my best, At times I felt my footsteps flagging Then I saw the light. And though I floundered in the snow. Did not gi c up the fight. There were the times when I was happy, W hen m ' step was swift; And though I tired and dropped my pace. Ah ' heart was not adrift. At 1 ast I seemed to reach my ending, But it was not so A twist of cruel fatique within Had dealt my eyes a blow. Oh would I never stop my trudging? Would the end not come? " Ah, yes — it must " I presevered. Though I was all but numb. And as my desperation lengthened Faith deserted fast. I felt my blood begin to ebb No longer could I last. And down I fell amidst the rivers Of my fickle soul: On edge of death I realized It was no longer cold. I felt myself well-wrapped in blankets AVarmth was flowing in: The blood within began to surge Throughout my every limb And all round I saw my candle Shining without ease. At last, fool mortal that I was, I knew I ' d found my Piece. V. Nicholson 5B An Informal Essay on Soap-Suds Being in the Boarding School one usually must wash one ' s laundry. You don ' t dare have it sent out for fear it will come back minus seven buttons and two sizes too small, or else a ghastly pale green tint because of Carol ' s green corduroy shirt which she accidentally put in the white wash load. Therefore it is wise to invest in some laundry detergent such as " Ivory Snow " , a pure, mild soap, perfect for your machine " . But, perfect for your hands? Have you ever tried slimy, slushy Ivory Snow? To begin with you must have perfect aim and co-ordination to be able to pour it into the centre of the sink. Then the fun begins. Ten-inch tidal waves capped with five- inch white caps slosh around and soon it ' s cascading onto the floor. Once you have rescued the mucky, laundry you throw away the Ivory Snow and pur- chase some tiger-power, alias, " Tide " . Tiger Power has a catty habit of leeching onto everything it comes in contact with. Advertisements may lure you into buying " Cheer " because " the difference is evident a mile high! " " Omo " makes a clothes line spring out of your washer: " Dash " makes your automatic clean like it ' s ten feet tall: " Oxodol " has Utte green crys- tals; " ' Breeze " gives away free towels; " Ajax " has a knight in shining armour to rescue you from wash- day blues and " All " gives away a plastic pail with every economic fifty-pound purchase, or ' a scoop with the smaller five-pound purchase. Unfortunately all detergents except " Ivory Snow " are banned from the Boarding School; perhaps they are afraid of the results! Cathy Smallwood, 5B. ELMWOOD ' S MODERN BELL RINGER 34 N.C. THE SHADOW It was on the vast desolate moor that the shadow struck in the suffocating blackness of the night. There would be seen without fail the mammoth monster, winging across tlie haunted expanse, weaving eerie designs in the pale shaft of moonlight. The Shadow flitted over the moor awaiting and ever seeking out its next victim, at each night ' s blackest hour. The giant bird was coal black, with claws and fangs that flittered in the pale light. Its eyes roved the land; those hafsh eyes that missed nothing; those eyes that rolled within their blood - sockets sparked terror to the core of every living being. The hush of tiie great plain was overpowering when suddenly the black bird dove down, out of the night and fell hungrily upon its victim. ' hatever the creature its agony was not borne long. But agony it must have been, judging from the screams of the terror and pain of the hunted, and the low triumphant gurgles of the hunter, as it set to work with the combined effort of fang and claw. Those beady eyes rolled spasmodicalh- in greed and ferver. Ominous sounds of tearing and gnashing broke the eerie stillness, and added a new horjor to the bloody scene. A sticky pool of blood lay interspersed with bits of mangled fur and other remains of the creature that fell victim to the merciless killer of the night. The Shadow, on completing its feast, gurgled in a most impolite manner and strutted about, pecking at a few strewn pieces of flesh. Without warning it lifted its wings and rose effortlcssh ' up into the darkness beyond, without a backward glance at the scene it left behind; of the scattered bones of a forgotten creature that in time would turn to dust, and be- come a part of the hauted past. The only sign of the devil ' s departure was the rush of wings beating the air. All that could be discerned was the silver moonlight reflected in those horrid bloodshot eyes, on fangs dripping with blood, and over the ebony claws. Once more the moor was infolded in quiet— once more silence reigned supreme. — . Hemtz?nan, 5A A HOME AWAY FROM HOME 35 TRAPPED The door squeaked open and I stepped out into a flood of moonlight. I looked over the rolling hills; all was still and silent. Then, a horse neighed, piercing the silence in a way that made me recoil and I am all for the absolute. Despite this accident I was soon in the zone of complete darkness and boundless space which I enjoy above anything else in this world. Notice I do not mention Time, for Time is out of Euclidian Geometry, and it is only space that counts in the region I visited. I visited the Absolute many many miles ago in the form of a square. A plain plane square. Unfor- tunately travelling through this beautiful land at the low eve of a square, I could hardy admire the strange and fascinating poetry that the square root composed with imaginary numbers; nor could I admire the com- plicated yet Perfect engineerings of Trigonometry; nor could I get near enough to heart the intriguing |nany-melodies-one-song of the Logarithms. Then, on a certain unforgetable adventure in Tri- angle Street I saw the most gorgeous damsel I had ever set eyes on before. Sincerely attracted, I follow- ed her closely for the next few miles. However, how could such a beautiful creature ever become inter- ested in such a simple fellow as myself? As my passion for her grew so did my dimen- sions and this was the miracle that changed my life and brought about my destruction. Loving her as I did, I felt the urgent need to place her on a pedestal so people could look at, admire and respect her just as I did. Space increased and at last my dream came true. I had turned into a cube. Modesty not being my main virtue, I can say that I was indeed a fine, stal- wart looking fellow; one with whom any girl would have been proud to go out. I courted Miss Cone and together we spent our space in bliss. We made the ' Perfect Pair ' : always loved, always wanted, always admired wherever we went. Happiness does not last forever, so when my Neumesis came I learnt this was true. Vanity does not pay; I found this out when I knew that my beautiful Cone had fallen in love with an ostentatious insipid and insignificant point of a point. Heart- broken, I begged her to return to me; all was in vain. The wedding day was set. Knowing that the root of my misfortunes was my having become a Cube, I finally decided to decrease my dimensions (although it also meant giving up everything else), and returned to my original struc- ture: a Plain Plane Square. I went to see the cylindrical doctor and asked him to restore me to my former shape. Then the truth came out: I would be unable to resume my proper self until my love for Cone vanished. Know- ing that it would never diminish for as long as I lived it suddenly struck me that I was trapped for- ever in a strange and unfriendly world that was not my own. Maria Conde, 6M. The Wonderful Surprise I had always dreamed of having my own secret garden. One dull mid-day I had nothing to do so I decided to go up in the attic and play dress-up. As I was reaching in one of the oldest trunks, fell in. For a few moments my mind went blank, but all of a sudden I realized that I was in a beautiful field. After I had walked about a mile through meadows in the glorious sunshine, I came upon a quaint, little cottage. It was pink with window boxes full of daisies. In the garden ran a babbling brook with the most colourful fish. Shaped like a ' U ' the garden ran right around the house. Flowers such as roses, forget-me-nots and crocuses grew there. There were winding gravel paths amongst the flower beds and there a garden bench or swing. Mountains as tall as three Empire State buildings rose up in the distance. What seemed to be many hours later, I went back to the attic. I ran downstairs and telephoned my friend. My message was, " Come immediately. " When she arrived I took her upstairs and told her to get into some shorts. Sally asked why, because, it happened to be the middle of winter. I didn ' t answer her. After changing we ran up to the attic. What a shock I received when I fell in the trunk and hit the bottom. All my friend did was laugh. I was so angry I asked her to go straight home. Was I right? Was there really a magic garden? Verity Williams, 3 A. Esmerelda of Anglearabi Once upon a nme, long, long ago, there lived in a huge white- washed castle (lor it was the fashion in those days to white wash one ' s castle) a very famous king, his beautiful, but rather plump queen and their very attractive, young daughter, Esmerelda. The country of which tiiis king was the un- disputed and omnipotent ruler was nestled in a fertile valley surrounded by the shifting sand dunes of Arabia. It was a very special kingdom, and sun- burnt travellers, as they plodded over the dunes on their camels looked down on Anglearabi (for that was the name of the country) and often used to remark one to another that they had never before seen any country quite like this. Some even claimed that it existed under a magic spell, and well they might have thought so, for Anglearabi wa s certainly no ordinary country. Though it was right in the middle of a desert the fields were al a s covered with tall, soft green grass, and brown and white and caramel coloured cattle grazed contentedly in the shade of the apple trees. The soil was so rich and fertile that the farm- ers of Anglearabi could grow all different sorts of fruits including, plums, raspberries, huckleberries, apples, oranges, lemons and limes that were so bitter- sweet that they made your mouth water and your eyes smart just to think about them-and the straw- berries were so big and so juicy that everyone in Anglearabi swore that they were the biggest and juiciest strawberries that one could get anywhere in the world (but these people didn ' t travel very much and at times tended to be rather narrow minded). In Anglearabi it never rained until sundown (in this respect being very much like Camelot) and ever yday without fail the sun came up and smiled warmly upon the busy, happy, peasants living there. But the most beautiful sight in all of Anglearabi was the castle itself; perched high on the terraced lawns, which were naturally immaculatelK ' well- groomd and cared for by the king ' s execellent gardeners, it was really quite an enchanting picture. The king was, as all his subjects loyally declared him- to be, " a very good man " . He was rather flabby and had a delightfully simple sense of humour. Every morning he would read " the funnies " from the " Daily Anglearabi Natter " at the breakfast table aloud to his family, who by 12 o ' clock, the king ' s usual break- fast hour, had already read the paper themselves, and so found the same jokes rather stale by the time the king had repeated each one several times to get the emphasis on the right words. But they were very good sports and they humoured the king by listening appreciatively. The queen, though she was a very kind woman, tended to eat far too many strawberries and cream, a habit of which Esmeralda was trying to break her, being naturally concerned for her mother ' s health and figure. Esmeralda was a perfectly lovely creature. Her cheeks were rosy red, her complexion flawless, her eyes bright clear and blue, and her hair long and fair (but very straight because that also was the fashion). Inwardly she was very complex by no means a simple child. She was romantic and she possessed a very clear and quick mind. But Esmer- elda had a problem, for she loved a boy in the village, called Jeremy and they had decided that one day, by hook or by crook, they would be married. But this wasn ' t her problem. She knew, being a clever girl, that her father w ould never permit such a degradin g marriage— and so she had a plan. One day, at about 3.30 by the court-yard sundial she laid down her embroidery, as usual, on her stone bench in her own private little garden and carrying two silver spoons in a paper bag she slipped through the hedge and ran down the hill to the copse at the bottom, w here she met Jeremy. There she unfolded bit by bit the details of her plan to him and it was all centered around the two silver spoons. These, she had confidently stolen from the family silver chest, knowing that they would never be missed because an extremel} ' dull maid, nicknamed " Ronna the Sense " was in charge of the cutlery. Now Jeremy was also very clever and very good-looking and he took in Esmeralda ' s plan very quickly. He was to present the two spoons at the castle trade entrance the next day. The spoons, bearing the Anglearabi coat of arms would supply the evidence w hich he needed to support his story. He was to claim to be a long lost relative of this family who had been given the spoons by his dying father with orders to find the armour bearing that coat of arms, and there he would also find the woman who he was to woo and marry. The marriage then would be acceptable because Jeremy would supposedly be of noble birth. Now the choice was up to the king. Would he accept Jeremy ' s story? As it happened (and it often happened this way in those days) the king did accept Jeremy as his relative, because though he had a pleasant sense of humour he was rather muddle- headed and besides that he wanted desperatelv to retire and to make with his wife a voyage to some sunny isle or resort, for example, Florida which had lately been discovered by Ponce de Leon. Fortunately Esmeralda ' s father gave the young couple a ver ' substantial dowry which would last them a life-time and soon they were married and lived happily ever after in a little purple castle (for it was the new fashion to have paste coloured castles) filled with " lilacs and laughter " at the end of Kings Street in the happy countr - of Anglearabi. Although Esmeralda didn ' t reall ' have to try very hard to find the answer to her problem she tells that the following moral is the story of her life. " If all your plans are baulked, ivhy, never mind it; There is a way if you try hard to find it. ' " — Alargot Rothwell, 6M. 37 The March Day was just dawning — a fragile pink glow in the Eastern skies. On the outskirts of town an excited little group of people were gathered, in the midst of carpet bags and old suitcases. Some were wearing knapsacks, some were leaning sleepily on shiny paint- ed posters with slogans written on them. A march — a civil rights march. We were to go on our own for about ten miles to the next big city, half-way Haven, and then we would be joined by an enthusiastic thousand-strong body of people to con- verge on the Big House to have our case considered. We were late starting, and made slow progress for about five hours. Along the highway we desol- ately watched cars whiz by; none offered us a lift or a helping hand, for they were too concerned about their own direction. We couldn ' t have accepted it anyway, since our organization stipulates that a march is a MARCH and there ' s no easy way if you want to show your convictions. By lunch we were hungry but still far from any little restaurant. We walked and walked and rested to wait for the more easily tired and regain their strength. It must have been mid-afternoon before we saw a distant sign indicating a road-side. When we were quite close, we saw a sign marked " detour " which meant we would have to go around the little shop first, to get to it. It wasn ' t a long detour, but we were foot-sore and half-starving. Someone start- ed to cry. In desperation we left the detour and start- ed across when an irate old man came out with a gun and started saying horrible things to us. He jeered at the negroes among us and called us " White Trash " . At that a few of the boys became furious and told him it was he, not they, who was " White Trash " because of his intolerance. Anger is never a remedy for ills. He brandished his rifle and made us go back they way we had come. We wanted to cry and beg for mercy but pride drove us on. Pride is enough to live on for a while, but by supper-time we would all have preferred a turkey with all the trimmings to pride. A small and dirty little snack bar provided hot dogs and tepid water — a far cry from our gourmet hopes, but it filled our stomachs and gave us time to rest. When we left it was dark outside and in our hearts we were all glad for the shade that hides the colour of your skin. Thinking it over I felt ashamed for my reaction but tried to console myself that everyone felt that way. The thought was little help. If I secretly did not believe in what I was doing, this back-breaking march was no more good than vot- ing with your eyes closed in the polling booth. Perhaps around ten o ' clock at night we reached half-way Haven. The first hotel we came across said ' Pleasure Paradise ' above its gold door. We gladely entered, thinking that this must be our meeting place, though none of us could remember the actual name. To me it sounded wrong somehow, and I knew it was when we got inside. The great room was filled with smoke and rau- cous laughter and a nasty smell of too much money spent on the wrong things. On the stage a girl was dancing with wild and unseemly abandon. The whole atmosphere made me sick. Our leader turned around, " Not for us " , he said quickly. We left. A block later we realized two of our small band were missing. They must have stayed at ' Pleasure Paradise ' , and though we looked from the door for them none of us could bear to penetrate farther than that room. Sadly we made our way to an unprentious little boarding house bearing the name " Righteous Rest " . Climbing up the clean steps into a cosy little hall, we knew we were at the right place. Next morning, feeling revived from a good night ' s rest and a healthy breakfast, we gathered our mem- bers together and went to the city square, where we joined our thousand fellow-marchers. The morning was beautiful and sunny and we all felt light of heart. We sang hymns and our kind and wonderful leader told us of his experiences and ideas. The world seem- ed so peaceful listening to his quiet clear voice under that blue sky. That we marched in silence for some time. By noon the sun was scorching and merciless, and the road was hard under our feet. People mocked us and said we were crazy to waste our weekend like that. We said nothing, only marched silently on. To answer would have been to quarrel, and a look from our gentle leader stopped any such thoughts. We passed through a slum district and looked pityingly on the dilapidated houses and hungry faces. A few people joined us, seeking food and comfort and some- thing to forget their woes. We tried to help them, but they were obviously disappointed at what we had to offer, and fell back. The rest of the city was terrible. People tried to get us to fight for civil rights and taunted and insulted our black friends . One ' murd- erous looking gang ' looked as if they meant to give us trouble but our leader waved his stick at them to be off, and they skulked away. On the outskirts of the town I noticed a sign as saying " Fighting Hole— population eight thousand " . I shivered and was glad of the presence of our leader. To our dismay some of the people in the march dropped out from fatigue or lack of conviction, or perhaps just cowardice. But as we approached the white city of the Big House, people came out to cheer us on and follow us. We sang loudly and tri- umphantly and all our faces reflected great happiness. We were near the end, we were to have our case heard by the President. By the time we reached the " front door " our noise rang through the city and we were running like happy children. The great White gates shut quickly behind us to keep us safe from the outside. There to our amazement, for we had not recognized him, our lead- er mounted the steps and turned to us with a smile. " Welcome! welcome to my father ' s house, for you have earned it, he cried jubiantly. And we raced up the steps after him into our long-sought refuge. Vicky Nicholson, 5B. " To a Summer ' s Dawn " It is the fountain of the Dawn, two-formed— A pinked pebbles— smooth and water-soft; And molded too of even ' s sparkling storm Of which to mourn, the Flare-cloud stays aloft It is the fountain of the Dawn which sprays Upon my sleep the broken dreams of bright Sunlight and fractured glimpses gift my gaze— And I awake, Ah! Born from womb of night Is infant day- He screams by Cock, by Dove He coos, his heart is in the horses ' hooves; He strokes us with faint breath of nature love— The true man ' s media, ' round him as he moves. The fount of Dawn has played on Ages ' Breast, On every tableau it has gazed unguessed. Fleur Wallis, 6M. Winner of the Strauss Cup for Poetry. " Wine " Golden goblet glistening liquid Cherry black beads. Cooling! O dew! Precious costly Cold, thick Rush in the throat Flamey Filling Ice Purple Sweet Relax, enjoy, close and ponder. Fleur Wallis, 6M. Sonnet Slowly the arm of dusk a blackened sleeve Now rubs across the evening sky; the green Below is darkening, and shadows cleave The light with fingers fork-like and obscene. Behold! — the iced eye of moon has cast Pellucid phantom-shapes, and both the hands In fellowship are twined and bonded fast. Together laced in a pattern of black-white strands. Tis thus the naked reach of Death will grasp The faint and weakened life; the orchard ' s red Fast-flaming fire choked and withered in his clasp Of apathy — the inner music dead. For now around the puragatorial pyre Macabre shadows flicker with desire. C. Towee. ATTENTION This chart has been especially prepared by the trained experts of the Survival at Elmwood organiza- tion. It lisits all the qualities essential to the Elmwood- ian of the future. 1. Requisite! Large head. Accommodation for brains. Optional. Bright smile. Our experts on Ashburian affairs inform us that this goes down very well. 3. Optional. Long neck. To keep a look-out fbr Prefects. If you happen to like 0 weather you will probably prefer the shorter model. 4. Requisite! Stringy tie. Remember! A certain standard of dress is required at Elmwood. 5. Optional. Long arms. Useful at the dining table where only the fittest survive. Optional. Long tunic. For those whose necks prove too short; this will provide protection against the cold. Requisite! Long legs. These are esential for the essential for the efficient execution of all fire- drills. (These will also be useful to those with short necks.) 8. Important! All socks must be worn around the ankles. (See No. 4.) J. B. HIGGENBOTTAM, Chairman of the S.A.E. (Survival at Elmwood.) MARGOT ROTHWELL, 6M. MARGOT ROTHWELL, 6M. Lonely Boy Wh ' won ' t they try to accept me Why must it be this way? Although my skin is a different color I have as much heart as they. Why can ' t they understand That 1 am no different than they I want to be loved, I long to be loved Just the same as they. Vou created us equal Why can this thing not be Is the White man really supreme? Or is it just his foolish dream? —Robin Ogilvie, 5A Soldiers ' Sorrows Two by two they march along Hea y, heav ' their voices with song. The ground below their slow feet heaving While they ask themselves " Who are we deceiving? " For none of those boys really want to fight E ' en though they ' ve been told that " Might is Right " They ' re fighting for freedom, they tell one another. But b - killing an enemy, they kill a brother. Upon a field of blood they lie Those injured ones, only waiting to die. Their friends and cousins around them seem Scattered t ) ' soldiers on a quilt of green; Their pleadings and prayers raised together Above a thought that haunts them ever, " Because we shoot, not hearing their cries Is this our Hell, will we reach Paradise? " Two by two they march along Heavy, heav ' their voices with song; Song that in time will be empty and cold. When young men of peace seem desperately old. Where does he go, he who is dead? Where can he rest his blood-weary head? Is there no Paradise, is there no peace Where under one God, all wars will cease? -Kathy, Rothivell, 5 A The Luck of the Irish Lucky was the name of the dog. Smith was the name of the family. They are both very common names. " Smith " fits the family because they were common people. But " Lucky " did not fit the dog. He was by no means common. He was the most beautiful Irish setter in that part of the country. The meaning of Lucky ' s name did not fit him either. He had good owners and he was quiet and good natured; but luck was against him. It all started when he was left alone with the baby. At least they thought he was alone. Unfortunately the Smith ' s cat and her soft fluffy kittens were also there. The baby saw the kittens and reacfied for one. Immediately the cat was at him, deeply scratching him to defend her babies. The baby let out a wail. Now usually Lucky did not harm his master ' s pro- perty. But this was different. He snarled, up went the hair on his back. Since the kittens were safely out of the way, the cat departed — fast. The parents came into the room just as the cat disappeared around the corner. The scene that lay before them was their precious innocent baby, all scratched and bleeding and a vicious, snarling dog facing them. There had been a " mad dog " scare a while before and with all those mangy, flee-bitten, wolf-like dogs roaming the woods near their house, one was bound to have rabies. Lucky could not have helped being bitten. There was only one thing to do. iMr. Smith got out the gun and walked out of the door leading the glossy Irish setter. Lucky wondered why his master was hunting partridge at that time of year and why he looked so sad. At any rate, he started casting for that deUcious smell of partridge. All of a sudden he heard a shot from behind. A second later ' he felt a sharp sting in his shoulder. He let out a yipe and fell to the ground. Mr. Smith was so sad that he could not bear to check and see if he was dead. Lucky lay there for a while, too stunned to move. He had never felt real- pain before. Mr. Smith had only creased his shoulder and soon he was able to walk about. He was smart ,enough not to go near any people. That lovely, prize- winning Irish setter had become an- other ordinary wild dog. All that summer he stayed near his old home. At first he depended on the scraps left out for the cat but soon he learned to catch field mice and then other, smarter prey. Winter came, a bad winter, a cold harsh winter. The wind cut through his silky coat and snow stung his eyes. He found a hollow between two rocks and made that his home. Every day he went out to hunt. Food was scarce and he was not a good hunter. The most tempting meat was that of the kittens but they were his master ' s and not to be touched. He was a rack of bones by the end of the winter. There was nothing much left of the show dog in him. Time went on, through scorching summers and fierce winters. Day by day he watched the little baby grow. He didn ' t see much of the boy during the winter for it was too cold for babies. On the first warm day of each spring the boy would be outside, older-looking than the fall before and more changed than ever, except for an ancient scar on his arm. That scar marked him for hfe. It only marked the boy ' s arm but it changed the dog from a pampered pet to a lonely stray. Soon the little boy was going to school. This was new and different to Lucky. Other than hunting. Lucky had nothing to do all day so every morning he followed the boy he adored to school. He made sure he was never seen because if he was, the boy was sure to shoot him. Dogs don ' t grow younger, especially when they are left out to fend for themselves year after year. Lucky was ten years old when he got shot at. He was now nearing eighteen, which is 126 years old in dog-life, and that is quite old for an ex-show dog. During the winter of his eighteenth year, Lucky found he was not able to make it to school every day. It was easier during the summer months so every day that the boy went to school. Lucky would drag himself behind his young master, wait there, and then follow him home in the evenings. He was too old and dicrepit to catch his own food now, so he wentback to eating cat food. There was more now because those old kittens had had kittens. The boy was ten years old by the time he noticed a feeble Irish-setter following him about. One day, he called to this dog. It tried to get away but was too old to move fast. Lucky longed to go up to the boy but knew he shovlldn ' t. In the end, he just lay there and waited for the blow. There was no blow. Only agente patting. The boy half-carried, half-led the bedragled dog home. The dog flopped down where his rug used to be. He fell asleep with the boy patting him. It was a peaceful sleep. It was the best sleep he had ever had. It was the longest sleep he had ever had, for he never woke again. Dawn Harwood-Jongs, 5B 42 The Essential In When a child says " I am going home now " , he usually means that he is going to a place where there is often laughter and sometimes tears, but always love. Unconciously he thinks more of this aspect of " home " than of the actual building in which he lives. Memories live in houses, but only if the houses were once homes and children were lovingly raised in them. The first essential ingredient of a home then, is love. A " home " means, and is, many things if it is a proper home. It is a place where a dog or cat or fish is a part of the family, where a child ' s friend can eat cookies and watch television with the child and feel that he or she is not causing a great deal of trouble for someone (especially a mother), and it is a place where a rumpled slipcover is not an unseen thing. A " home " is a place in which a child has many treasures. It is also where his character develops. dienfs of a Home for by playing with and quarelling with brothers and sisters or friends, the child learns to get along with other people, to know when he is wrong and back out of an argument gracefully. For almost anyone of any age, a home is most essentially a place to where he or she can return after a party and feel that now he can relax and be himself shout if he wants to, eat, or sleep. A trip, to most people, is something to look forward to with anticipa- tion, yet when it is over and the return journey is begun, home seems suddenly very important, very special. It is not the size, or the shape, or the colour of a house that make it a home, it is the amount of happy memories that it holds that can make it for a child a castle in the clouds; a castle filled with the sounds of laughter and weeping and words of love. The last esential ingredient of a home then, is also love. Kathy Roth well, 5 A. Once there was a doggy With a big wet nose. He sniffed at the people And tickled all their toes. He knew many puppy friends that Ran round his tail; All they did together was to eat up all the mail. But they were always happy friends, And this is where my story ends. Sarah Nichol 3B 1 2 3 A Man ' s Best Friend I came downstairs, went into the dining room, sat down, put my napkin in my lap and waited for break- fast. So far tlie morning had been very good. All of a sudden I got the idea that I was very alone in the house. Then I remembered I had fired the maid last night. There went my good morning. I got up, went into the kitchen and fixed myself some breakfast. My name is Roger Hartfield. I am forty-eight years of age with a few grey hairs at the back of my head. I am a bachelor and hope to remain one. I used to keep Tricia, the maid, but I had to fire her last night. The only other member of the family is Hygo. Hygo is my basset-hound and the dearest dog you have ever seen. He is very smart too. He brings my morning paper to me and brings my slip- pers to me in the evening. Having finished breakfast I cleaned up and open- ed the door for Hygo. In all the five years I ' ve known that dog he has never once slept inside. He has a kennel and every night he goes to it and sleeps ' till six o ' clock when he gets up and makes his daily rounds of the neighbourhood. Hygo came in and gave me the morning paper. I thanked him and went into the living room to read it. About eleven o ' clock I stretched and decided to go for a walk. I got my coat on, called Hygo and together we walked down the street. In our oity we don ' t have any leash laws and I ' m very glad because Hygo doesn ' t like them. I came to the intersection of Thomas and Warren Street and started to cross the road. Hygo whined and barked and would not go across. I was annoyed with him and called sharply to him . As I turned I saw, coming down the road, a car, but I thought it would stop. I saw it coming toward me and I yelled and screamed for it to stop but the driver didn ' t see or hear me. It jammed into my knees, throwing me to the side of the road where there was some glass. I fell with a heavy thud and everything went black. I woke up and found myself in bed. I could hear Hygo breathing and there was someone else in the room, but I couldn ' t see anyone. Then he spoke. " I see you ' ve finally come round. My name is Doctor Jenkins. We found you in the street and took you to the hospital. Your dog-friend wouldn ' t leave you so I let him stay. I ' m sorry to have to tell you this, but when you fell the glass in the street got into your eyes and I ' m afraid you ' ll never see again. " To a younger person this might seem like a tragedy but to me it was just an unfortunate accident. I asked him for the details and he told me. The only thing I worried about was how I was to get around and I asked the doctor. He was just about to answer when Hygo gave a bark. The doctor laug ' hed. " Well, " he said, " I guess your dog has solved that problem. " I walked downstai ' -:, a little slower this time, and made my breakfast and opened the door for Hygo. The only thing missing was the paper but I listened to the radio. Then we went for a walk. This time it was Hygo who led me. It was as if we had switch- ed places. We went to Thomas arid Warren Street. I tightened my grip on Hygo ' s lead and followed him safely across. Nancy Pelly, 4A. The Harbour There is a particularly peaceful spot on a hill near our cottage in Cape Breton. On a quiet Sum- mer ' s day I love to stop and lie down on it ' s grassy slope to enjoy the view below. There is a field by the harbour where a cow with her calf and a black mare with her colt stop to graze on the green grass each day. Fishing boats come gliding in on the deep blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean. The waters reflect the sky and the white billowy clouds that drift lazily by. The fishing boats are loaded with freshly-caught fish that glint in the noonday sun. I can hear a few fishermen calling out goodbyes on their way home for their dinners. Thousands of white and grey seagulls hover gracefully over the harbour in search of plunder. I crinkle up my nose in delight at the smell of the salty sea air and fresh fish. As the sun beats down on me — I think of the pleasure that awaits me at this same enchanted spot in future summers. Kate Fullerton, 4A. There was the Sound of Running Footst-eps and then .... Silence: It was during the Seond World War and the air division I was in charge of, was to make an im- portant bombing raid that day. We took off at 8 a.m. and several hours later, after crossing the channel, we reached the rugged coast of Normandy. All went well— in fact very well, until our last dive. That was when my motor stalled. I did every- thing I knew how to do but it was no use, so as fast as I could I bailed out. Soon several Germans found me hiding in some woods waiting for the protection of the dark veil of night. They checked me then marched me off to thdr jeep where I was driven to station " P " (for prisoners of war). For two weeks I was fed on scanty rations but then I was sent to a prison camp. If I had thought station " P " was bad I would have had a big shock . In the prison camp they locked you up like swine with even scantier rations than before. I met an Air Force buddy of mine and we chatted the hours away. After approxi- mately one week in there, Pete (my buddy) and I started planning an escape route. We decided that to run for it would be useless. After discarding other useless propositions for a time, we came upon the solution. A TUNNEL!! It was hard work though— in more ways than one. The ground was hard. We were weak with hunger and it was difficult to conceal the hole. In several months however, it was ready and so were we. I went first, followed shortly, or so I thought, by Pete. It was filthy dirtv in there, and when I breath- ed in — all I got was r»iouthfuls of dirt. I didn ' t really care though. Upon reaching the end of our tunnel, I made a dash for a cave that Pete and I had discov- ered the night before, and then waited. The minutes ticked by like hours and try as I might, I could not push out of my mind the disagreeable thought that were creeping in to it. Aly thoughts were confirmed when, I heard the sound of Pete ' s running footsteps and then .... a deadly silence. Katie Isbister, 4A. " I forgot to cut my Bangs " Ann Crook, 5A. FORM 3B Left; Delia Soto, Christina Cole, Rebecca Sanders, Jennifer Miles, Mrs. Vennor-Morris, Barbara Coyne, Claire Heath, Cathy Moore, Dana Henderson, Shane O ' Brien. " The Various Microbes " discussed at a General Meeting with Mrs. Vennor-Morris some of the char- acteristic habits of 3B and it was noted unanimously that the findings should go on record— of Shane that she is a " clown " in more ways than one, and Barbara a " jack-in-the-box " as she finds it difficult to remain in her chair for any length of time, that Donna is the " dormouse " as so often she is inclined to doze at the wrong moments, that Rebecca should become an " inventor " and help to solve the problem of how to keep a pencil always ready to use when necessary, that Clare should be a " scientist " and use a magnify- ing glass to decipher small writing, that Jennifer is a " quiet mouse " who digests more than you could ever imagine a mouse could do. Last but not least comes Christina, the midget of the microbes, who finds it difficult to remember not to do her arithme- tic homework in her science book. FORM 3 A and 4C Back row, left; Shareen Anne Stead, Tauny Nixon. ton. Absent; Sophie Carrauld, Lynn Petrie. Marland, Mary Wainright, Janet Lawson, Jane Nicholls, Verity Williams, Suzanne Leroy, Front row, left; Noelle Clark, Julia Rylands, Mrs. Robinson, Rosemary Kumi, Cathy Ash- Here she comes down the hall. We ' d all better be on the ball. Julia ' s bouncing up and down, Mary ' s acting like a clown. Rosemary ' s head is in her desk. Oh me! Oh my! What a horrid mess! Barbie and Jane are quite a pair; One is pulling the other ' s hair. Chatty Cathy ' s busy nattering, For our brains we find this shattering. Tauny sits, kneeling on her feet. We wonder why they never fall asleep. Shareen ' s in a dither— can ' t find her book. Noelle comes dashing; tries to help her look. In flies Lynne; always a minute late. We guess she ' s rehearsing for a Friday-night date. Although the day is just beginning. Gay Suzanne ' s already grinning. Anne is looking for her shoe- It ' s plain to see that she ' s not blue. Janet ' s stomping on the floor. Here she comes, through the Door! P.S. Poetic license allows us to compose the above. FORM 4B Back row, left; Lynne Sampson, Jinny McNaughton, Janie Ginsberg, Brenda Durgan, Sandra Sinray, Janet Clarke, Rosande Bellaar-Spruyt. Front row, left; Sarah Whitwill, Marissa Goebbels, Mrs. Ross, Debby Coyne, Joan Mc- Cordic ' c. Absent; Patricia iVIullen. Brenda ' s rocking on her chair. Rosande ' s frantically combing her hair. Sarah ' s ttying to keep us quiet. Janet Clarke is starting a riot. Marissa ' s trying to read her books. Everyone ' s casting dirty looks. Pat is writing on her knee. Joanie ' s trying to draw a tree. Claudia ' s working on her French. Jinny ' s sitting on Mrs. Blyth ' s bench. Lynne is trying to give advice. While Janie ' s thinking of Homemade rice. Debby worries about every exam. Sandra ' s always in a jam. Madame Ross then starts to preach. Rut she would rather teach! 48 FORM 4A Back row, left; Harriett Lintott, Nancy Pelley, Markie Cochran, Julie Willmot, Kate Isbister, Frieda Lockiiart, Debby Grills, Susan Michelson, Judith Dyson, Elizabeth Brodie, Kate Fullerton. Front row, left; Marianela Soto, Vicky Wilgress, Mrs. Laidler, Sarah Jane Hardy, Jennifer Coyne. Absent; Marie France Dubord, Emannuelle Carrauld. " Before you tell me why you haven ' t done your homework, I might mention that I .sat behind you in the movies la.st night. 4A FORM NOTES SUE MICHELSON: " T ' ll give you all a red star if it kills me! " HARRIET LINTOTT: " All this junk and stuff! " MARKIE COCHRAN: " I ' m innocent. " ELIZABETH BRODIE: " Hey, that ' s my trade mark! MARIE FRANCE DUBORD: " I am not shrinking! " JULIE WILLMOT: " Well gosh! " JENNIFER COYNE: " Little pink elephants, yea, yea! I " FRIEDA LOCKHART: " You walk up and down the stairs 12 times! " EMMANUELLE CARRAUD: " Ou eat Beatrice? " DEBBY GRILLS: SARAH JANE HARDY: " Guess what my cat " Pm not that fat Vicky; KATE ISBISTER: night? " that was last year. " " It was really . . . really . . . really. " VICKY WILGRESS: " And . . . er . . . um . . , JUDY DYSON: KATE FULLERTON: NANCY PELL Y: ' ' ' maR.ANELA SOTO: Oh you guys! " " Ya, I know. " " I am not u jj blushing! " FORM 5C Back row, left; Susan Fossmark, Kathy Mulock, Frances U ' ilson, Cathy Cuthbert, Debby Hunter, Martha Scott, Judy Patton. Middle row, left; Debby Leach, Nancy Gale, Jan e Gartrell, Wendy Orr, Deidre O ' Brien, Janet Stubbins, Mrs. Whitwil ' .. I ' ro it row, left; Jane .Vlartin, IVlartha Pimm, J ulia Berger, Barbara Thomas, Elizabeth Greenberg, Judy Levine, Jocelyn Baker. COACH Mrs. Whitwill TOP SCORERS Fran Wilson, Kathy iMulock and Martha Pimm —what brains? BEST KICKER Jane Gartrell — " But we only have 15 Minutes homework Mrs. Routliffe " . BEST PASSES Janet Stubbins— of notes BEST RECEIVERS Barb Thomas and Jane Martin— of same CENTRE Debbie Leach— of confusion BEST CATCHER Cathv Cuthbert— of diseases QUARTERBACK Deirdre O ' Brien— " Do I have to remember all those plays, iMrs. Whitwill " . CHEERLEADERS Judy Levine and Liz Greenberg— very decora- tive under those dark wigs FAN Alartha Scott— " just so you beat the Ashbury Team " Jocelvn Baker— we wish we saw more of her. PUBLICITY Wendy Orr MANAGER Judv Patton— we couldn ' t get along without her. PUBLIC RELATIONS Nancy Gale— always has a smile FOREIGN PRESS CORRESPONDENT Julia Berger, our bilingual member. 51 FORM 5B Back row left -.Joy Wallingford, Cathy Thompson, Jennifer Chaplin, Margaret Armitage, Patricia Simmons, Vicky Nicholson, Jane Blyth. Middle row left: Moira Philips, Maureen Edwards, Pam Rosenthal, Alison Conway, Paula Lawrence, Vicky Band, Patricia Wilgress, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Mrs. Miles; Front row left: Marjory Halupka, Maureen O ' Neill, Sarah Francis, Cathy Small wood, Elizabeth Tanczyk, Susan Dier, Christie Ault. Absent; Cathy MacLaren, Under the spreading runner bean. The class 5B was sitting. The bean, a character called Henry, Was nicknamed " String " — too fitting. But he was unwitting Of this name that was fitting And will die an unwitting bean. But back to our humble poem concerning It ' s subject, the class of 5B; And it ' s very hard to be discerning About a class of 23. So, if at the end, you find you know Nothing more about each person Than you did at the beginning. Then you ' ll be right. But what can you expect from A short poem about 23 people, and a bean, and a form mistress? Well, there ' s Jeff (no bones) and D. H. Jones, Maureen, Maureen and Henry Bean, Dier Sue and Paula — Pooh, Peg-leg Joy and Beany — Boy, Muggsy, Rosie and Trasha, Sarah, Willy and Masha, And the recurrent Henry Bean, Alison, V. Nicholson, Lizzie T. and Vickie B., J.B. - baby, and H.B. baby, Cathy, Cathy and Cathy And Mrs. Miles and Christie Ault, And Moira P., who through no fault Of her own is stuck with the position of form captain. But .... no more Henry. We regret to inform you that Henry Bean is lately de- ceased, thereby rendering this poem entirely useless but the poem having been as such in the first place, there is no great loss except that of the life of Henry Bean. Back row, left: Harriet EUicott, Carol Robinson, Nancy Casselman, Janet Rankin, Jeff Heintzman, Janet Davies, Lucille Hodgins, Middle row, left: Merry Grundy, Ann Crook, Rosemary McRae, Bonnie Sutherland, Kim Walker, Margo Frigon, Susan Cohen, Robin Ogilvie, Vicky Sainsbury, Miss Driscoll; From row, left: Susan AlcNicoll, Jane Archambault, Kathy Clifford, Karen Gillies, Kathy Rothvvell, Margaret Thomas, Janet Uren. Name J. Uren B. Sutherland K. Gilles C. Robinson A. Crook R. Ogilvie J. Rankin R. McRae J. Heintzman S. McNicoll M. Thomas K. Rothwell V. Sainsbury AI. Frigon N. Casselman J. Davies H. Ellicott S. Cohen M. Grundy L. Hodgins K. Walker J. Archambault K. Clifford Aliss Driscoll Nick-name Janet Bon Gills Ca. Rabbit Bird Nanette Mac Jess Sue Marg. Kathy Vic Margo Mickey Mouse Mickey Rat Horse The Brace Grama Grunts Lu Toothpick Jane Cliffy Clafford M.E.D. Favourite saying Good Heavens! Everybody borrows my comb I ' xcry man is an island Luv Oh really! He ' s mad at me again! I have got to get out of here! Oh Heintzman! Oh AlcRae! In my last school Why am I so ugly? Well look Kitch . . " Way to hang in " What was the homework ( ) What a howl! Dang it! Oh this stupid brace! But Yes ! ! ! Oh neat ! We iust broke up again. You know what eh! You jutht watch yourself. Get off those desks. Ambition to be an actress Probable Destination Cleaning woman at the Old Vic Social The work house Worker to figure Being one out her problems Wipe out Surfer girl of the U.S. to be an Painting white artist lines on the road Social Unsociable Secretary Secretary To be free Organized and unorganized Life Wife and mother Boxing Ring Mrs. David The same Bradshaw Boxing Ring. Singer Singing Heinz Soup Commercials English Building Teacher Superintendent of modern high schools Journalist Reporter for Mad To look Goat Herder after kids To go to Her own Europe back yard Around the Around the world in 80 block in 80 years. years. To go back to T.A. To marry a farmer Horse breaker • To be able to see Having deformed her books eyeballs Phsy-Ed Mining in teacher Newfie In show In no business business To stop stringing The world ' s people biggest To know where to stringer To go to the go after 6M. moon To be fluent in To be fluent in French her native language (?) To be the Best tee- best golfer maker in the in the world world. V I T I E S 3B GOES ON A PICNIC JUNIOR CHOIR Back roiv, left: Tauny Nixon, Vickey Wilgress, Elizabeth Brodie, Janie Ginsberg, Jane Nicholls, Markie Cochran, Judy Dyson, Debby Grills, Frieda Lockhart, Suzanne Leroy, Verity Williams, Nancy Pelly, Janet Clarke, Anne Stead; Front row, left: Julia Rylands, Barbara Coyne, Shareen Marland, Rosemary Kumi, Shane O ' Brien, Janet Lawson, Dana Hender- son, Jennifer Coyne. Absent: Marie France Dubord, Lynn Petrie. SENIOR CHOIR Back row, left: Cathy Cuthbert, Lucille Hodgins, Jeff Heintzman, Nancy Casselman, Kim Walker, Rosemary McRae, Cathy Thompson, Patricia Simmons, Jane Blytli, Allison Conway, Joy Wallingford, Maureen Edwards Dawn Harwood- Jones; Front row left; Christie Ault, Jane Martin, Merry Grundy, Jane Gartrell, Maureen O ' Neill, Cathy Smallwood, Dcidre O ' Brien, Wendy Orr. ELMWOOD DANCES The dances during this school year were exciting and interesting — a lot happened and many new things were introduced. Nightingale ' s started the year off with a bang. Everything was new and original except the school gym. The decorations were fascin- ating, and I am sure the go-go girls will be remem- bered by more than those people who took one home " for the wall " . The artists who did the girls and the invitations started a real rush. Fry ' s were modelled on the same idea. Another innovation, the stag-lines, seemed to be very popular, and were continued for the rest of the dances. It was a good dance, and very enjoyable. Keller ' s was next on the frantic round of of pleasures and it was a joy to see and hear the Scalawags — a very professional group. In fact, the two bands that played at our dances are both well known, and each, I believe have a recording out. Keller ' s was a really big dance it seems that those constant proddings in prayers produced the desired results! The Xmas decorations were timely and the mistletoe much admired. Last but not least. Fry ' s dance again with the Raphael ' s was modelled on a beach theme. Wishful thinking, as it was in January! As I said. Fry too, had their girls on the walls, wear- ing slightly less than the bell-bottomed go-go girls. For anyone who noticed Claudine Auger ' s bathing suits in Thunderball it was easy to see the influence. Altogether, these dances were a big success, and a lot of fun for everyone. Margaret Thomas. Left to right: Susan Burgess, Delphi George, Fleur Wallis, Lucia Nixon. LETS DANCE PUBLIC SPEAKING On Friday, October 8th, the students and teachers of Elmwood gathered in the gymnasium for their annual public speaking contest. Talented girls, chosen by their English teachers, performed before our school, demonstrating their abilities in public speak- ing. This morning proved to be instructive as well as entertaining for the audience and competitors aUke. " My Favourite Charity " provided the theme for the speeches. Because of a growing junior school, we had a new division this year for our youngest juniors. Jennifer Miles won in this section, giving an admir- able interpretation of her favourite charity. Muscular Dystrophy. First place in the second group of juniors was given to Sarah Jane Hardy for her heart warm- ing talk on the Angel of Mercy. Jane Blyth was the deserving winner of the inter- mediate Prize with her inspiring speech of the SN(X!. Susan McNicoll won the Senior Prize with her ap- pealing talk on the Humane Society. Honourable Mention was given to the following girls for their fine effort. Janet Clark Barbara Coyne Kate Isbister Cathy Maclaren Verity Williams Fleur Wallis We found this morning of speeches interesting, enjoyable and profitable. Throughout the year, in the Elmwood tradition, we supported the various charites for which we voted and look forward to the public speaking contests of the future. Cathy Firestone DRAMA The drama classes were headed by Mrs. Robert Van Dine this year. Under her able instruction the prospective actresses of Elmwood developed talent and, perhaps even more important, learnt to have confidence before an audience. During the year we studied voice and breath control and practised move- ment on the stage. Much of our class time was de- voted to the impromtu production of adlibbed scenes based on given situations; this gave us a won- derful opportunity to use our imaginations as well as being an effective shock method of becoming comfortable on the stage. At Christmas we had a chance to show how much we had learnt in a com- pletely adlibbed production of the Christmas story. Our great performance was at Eas ter, however, when Trouble At All " and a morality play called " The Cloak " written in fine verse. The lightly sarcastic tea-party scene from " The importance of Being Ernest " and the final touching scene by Emily from ' Our Town " were enacted by individuals to round out the program for the evening. The students who took part in the drama classes fully realize how much work Mrs. Van Dine has done throughout the year and we would like to thank her for putting up with us so patiently. We sincerely hope that the year was as much fun for her as it was for us. The Drama Class of 1965-66. STRATFORD Only a school excursion could make the awesome prospect of a seven hour bus journey seem like an adventure but our trip to Stratford certainly was that. We rose in the darkness and a few hours later we watched the sun rise behind us on the highway. We passed the time pleasantly with talking, reading and singing. At Stratford itself we saw two plays and thor- oughly enjoyed them both. Yet they were not even remotely alike, for who would compare that charm- ing rogue Prince Hal to the honourable Brutus, who does his duty and dies for it? And who would look upon the happy lovable Falstaff and think of Cassius. The former, shoulder deep in hypocracy and fat; the latter wildly shouting and weeping his way to death? The teachers of Elmwood may have remarked a few drowsy and inattentive pupils in the week that followed our trip to Stratford but we all agree that it was well worth a few yawns. Janet Uren, 5A. 59 KELLER HOUSE 1965-66 will be the last school year that Keller House will go down in Elmwood history as the " Boarding House " . It has been a very good year for all boarders both old and young. Each of us has made many new friends as well as re-establishing old links. We ' ve shared our ups and downs and we ' ve come out in June with more understanding of our fellow man than most of us went in with. The Christmas term was a very busy term for we Kellerites. We returned to Elmwood between 6-8 p.m. on Wednesday, September 8th but there were the usual late arrivals from the four corners of the globe that added spark to the " all-night get-together " . This first night was a very confusing one for new girls; what with old boarders dashing in and out of bed- rooms, having hen sessions in closets, surfing on top of trunks, and embracing long lost friends in the middle of the hall, it was a night to remember. Needless to say there were few early birds the next morning when the bell rang. But everyone was soon bustling about unpacking their trunks while new girls battled with the Elmwood tie. That first week-end we went to see the Royal Winnipeg Ballet at the Capital Theatre and enjoyed their performance very much. Thus on the following Monday morn- ing after having spent a very enjoyable four days making and renewing friendships we began in earnest our school work. On Saturday, September 25th, we journeyed to Upper Canada Village where we spent a very exciting day observing how our Canadian ancestors had lived. Both old and young enjoyed feeding the ducks, watching the saw mill in operation and going for a train ride along the St. Lawrence. Later in the term on October 2nd we went to the Shakespearean Festi- val at Stratford and on our return journey visited the farm of Mrs. Binnie. The time passed quickly and soon it was Thanksgiving and our first long weekend. We returned to Elmwood on Monday, October 11th, between 6-8 p.m. and settled down to earnest study in preparation for our Christmas Exams. But boarding school is never all work-no play rather a happy medium. On Saturday, October 23, the Juniors went on an excursion to the Gatineau. Probably the highlight of the Christmas term took place on Friday, December 3 when we saw the New York Metro- politan Opera perform ' Madame Butterfly " at the Capitol Theatre. It was a night to remember. The production was breathtaking. The following day the Juniors saw " Cinderella " and enjoyed it immensely. On December 14th the Keller House Dance was held. It was a great success and the attendance was high. Everyone there danced the latest Jerk and Watusi. Then on December 16th the traditional Christmas Carol Service was held in the boarding NOTES 1965-66 school. That is something so lovely one must see to believe it. Then on Thursday, December 16 the Christmas term was over and all we Kellerites were homeward bound. Our Christmas holidays went quickly and before we knew it we were back at Elmwood for the Easter term. The highlight of this term for many was the Formal held at the Royal Ottawa on February 18th. It was very successful and was a most enoyable event. Also in February we went with the rest of the school to see " Othello " by Shakespeare at the Capitol Theatre. After our examinations were over in March we went to see the Minto Follies at the Auditorium. This was a treat for both Juniors and Seniors because there was something in the show to attract the eye of everyone. At this time we also made a visit to the Cornwall Power Dam and here we saw a movie on how the dam was constructed and also received an informative talk. Thus the Easter term soon came to an end with a continuation of the holidays we did not again return to Elmwood until April 18th. The Summer term is the most serious one for many because its climax happens to be the June exams. Thus the atmosphere of the boarding school was one of study but the weather was so beautiful that this task was not difficult. When you ' re working hard the time goes quickly and the Summer term whizzed away and before we knew it we were writing June exams. After exams were over we went on an excursion to Chalk River and after receiving a lecture from a noted phycisist and seeing two reactors in operation we realized just how little we knew about nuclear physics but it was a great experience and the food at the cafeteria was terrific. ON the way home we visited Mr. and Mrs. Gillies at the " Retreat " near Arnprior, where we had more to eat. The hired rnan showed us how we could judge a good beef steer by its square nose and flat stomach and we also learn- ed that beef steers are not weighed on bathroom scales but on something quite different. The following day we went on an excursion to Lac Philippe where we had a picnic and a few went swimming. Mother Nature couldn ' t decide whether to let it rain or let the sun shine, so we spent half the day on the beach and the other half in the ladies ' dressing room where we had a hootenany. That was the last time we boarders made a bus trip together. We ' ve had a great year and also a very rewarding one because we won the house trophy. We ' d like to thank all of the staff who have worked to make this year a success. So " Now it ' s time to say goodbye . . . . " Goodbye and Good Luck to the New Keller! Lucille Hodgins THE FORMAL THE FORMAL On behalf of the Formal Com- mittee of 1966, I would like to thank all who made this Formal at the Royal Ottawa Golf Club of February 28th, the success that it was. Following the buffet supper, music was provided by " Don Norman and the Other Four " . They set the tempo for a Formal that the graduating class is sure to remember. Robin Ogilvie. SUI SANG COMMITTEE Sui Sang, our foster child in Hong Kong, has been well supported by the school again this year. He has received letters from the girls telling him about their lives, and he in turn has sent interesting letters to them about life in Hong Kong. To earn money for Sui Sang and his family we held a bazaar in March; everything that was sold at it was hand-made, and besides the articles for sale there was a money train, raffle, and Florror House. Each class did something to help raise money too; shoes were polished, and on Sports Day cookies and cakes were sold. There must be a committee to suggest and or- ganize ways to help Sui Sang, and his brothers and sisters; yet without the co-operation and help given to us by the school, we could have done very little. As Sui Sang himself would say, " Thanks a lot " . Kathy Rothwell. Kathy Rothwell, (left); Lucia Nixon, (right). OTHELLO The Grade Eleven and Twelve went to see this production in February, and found it very enjoyable production in February, and found it very enpoyable. Laurence Olivier ' s portrayal of the Moor provoked both adverse and admiring comments by the review- ers but the general consensus at Elmwood was that of unqualified approval. In the role of Desdemona, Maggie Smith sustained a high dramatic level and Michael Redgrave imparted an unexpected interest to the role of lago. The settings were simple and bold and the play was the subject of much discus- sion in the following days. Margaret Thomas. " The most stunning hairdos of the year " THE PHILOSOPHY CLUB At Elmwood we are privileged to be able to dis- cuss freely once a month all the phases of life which we don ' t understand. For this meeting of the philosophy club, Mrs. Blyth volunteers her house and kindly provides re- freshments. At each meeting a new guest speaker presides, who suggests some topics, and then tries to answer our many questions. This year we have been honoured by many varied speakers; The Reverend Michael Peers, Reverend Air. Alonks. The Bishop of Ottawa, Rev. Mr. Micklewaite and Sister Rosemary Anne S.S.T.D. On behalf of those who have enjoyed the Phil- osophy Club, I would like to take this opportunity to thank all those who made it possible. Janet Rankin. 63 UPPER CANADA VILLAGE One sunny morning in October the Elmwood boarders took a trip to Upper Canada Village. When they arrived they were given packaged lunches which nearly everyone hastened to feed to the ducks. that swam in the small stream by the entrance. They saw the old homes, stores, and settlers ' cabins which are a living monument to the pioneers of Canada. They saw bread being made in the old way and watched the shoeing of a horse , as well as admiring the finely done cabinets in the carpentry shop. There were two mills in the village, both powered by water and producing fine spun wool and huge sawn timbers. The Elmwood girls took ad- vantage not only of the horse carts which provided free bus service but also of the miniature train which circled the sur- rounding grounds. When hungry, they went either to the large modern restaurant, the small cafe or one of the several taverns. At the water ' s edge was a fort with a museum up- stairs, and not far from there one could relax in the beautiful gardens. On the way out several girls stopped to buy sou- veniers at the general store and to take a last look at the village. I know we all enjoyed ourselves and would like to thank all those who made our wonderful trip possible. Cathy Small wood, 58 VALEDICTORY It is difficult to-day for us, the graduating class, to express our thoughts as we leave this our school. Our class consists of some girls who have joined Elmwood only this year, and others who have been students here for as many as six years; yet I feel that Elmwood has become an integral part of each of us. Although to-day we are saying good-bye to our school, we know that a part of Elmwood will always remain with us. We shall not of course, forget all our academic subjects. However, these are not only lessons which we have learnt at Elmwood. During school, we come in contact with different people and situations which have broadened our views and developed our char- acters. Perhaps the easiest way to summarize that Elmwood has given us is to look at the three house mottos, which characterize the spirit and essence of Elmwood. In a school such as this, we are fortunate to learn in an atmosphere of friendliness, unselfish- ness and fair play. These ideals are instilled in us by the personal concern of a dedicated staff and by every member of the school. The first house motto is " Fair Play " . At school we try to apply this ideal to every facet of life — not only in sports, but also in our academic work. If we succeed in attaining this goal during our school days, it will stand us in good stead for the days to come. The next motto is; " Not for Ourselves Alone " . At Elmwood, we are taught the virtues of honesty and unselfishness by participating in the activities of our individual forms, houses, and the school itself. This will probably be the most difficult motto to live up to in this overmaterialistic and valueless world. Yet coming from a background such as Elmwood, we have nothing to fear of the trouble that lie ahead. The last motto is: " Friendship to All " . At Elm- woodwood we live in an atmosphere of close con- tact between the students and the staff and between the members of the school themselves. It is said that the members of the school themselves. It is said that life ' s best friends are found at school. If in the future, the graduating class loses touch with each other or school friends, we know that we will always remem- ber our past friends and experiences which we have shared. Nor can we forget our school motto: " Success is naught; endeavor ' s All " . If we base our future life on this ideal, I know that we will be able to view our future troubles with the proper perspective, and never lose hope. To-day , every member of the graduating class must close a door on this part of her life. Never again shall we don the Elmwood uniform or take part in the school ' s activities, but we know that wherever we might be, we shall never forget our days at Elmwood. Thank you, A4rs. Blyth and Staff for making those days so happy by giving us your continuous support and kind attention. Thank you also to all the girls of Elmwood for giving us your co-operation and most of all your friendship. Yet we are not only closing a door to-day, but we are opening a new and exciting one. This is also true to those of you who will remain here at Elm- wood. All we can say to yo uis that we hope that your future days will be as happy as our past ones have been. On behalf of the graduating class, I would like to wish you, Mrs. Blyth, the very best of luck in your new day school; we all know that it will be a great success. Perhaps the best way to show you all how our graduating class really feels to-day is to read you a quotation from George Eliot ' s " The A4ill on the Floss " . " Tom had so often thought how joyful he should be the day he left school for good. And now his school years seemed like a holiday that had come- to an end . . . They had entered the thorny wilderness, and the golden gates of their childhood had for ever closed behind them " . Fiona MacDonald 67 ELMWOODS WET CLOSING HAINS DON T DAMPEN CHARACTER AT ELMWOOD The Journal, June 1966 Elmwood Girls ' School teaches its girls character, says the headmistress, Mrs. W. D. Blyth. It took a lot of that character last Friday, just to watch the rains come down in the middle of one of the most color- ful closing exercises ever held at the school . . . and not say a word. That ' s just what 21 graduating girls did. They quietly filed back into the school, and into the gym, to finish off the ceremonies. The other 129 girls — the ones not graduating — weren ' t so lucky. There was no room for them in the gym. " Education is a gentle process, a secret, hidden growth. And it cannot, indeed, must not be forced, Mrs. D. W. Blyth told the graduates dressed in long white gowns outside on the school lawn. Forced education adds up to overworked teachers, and poor students— " a sad sight, like the forced hothouse plant that does not last, " she said. And then the rains came down. The graduates, and the 500 parents and friends attending moved inside, and the rest of the ceremony was shortened. Rev. James Harnett, of St. Bartholomew ' s. Church, was the guest speaker, and Fiona MacDonald gave the valedictory address. Mother Gives Prize lyiiss MacDonald was awarded the Summa Summarum, the highest annual award at the Rockcliffe school. It was her mother, Mrs. Malcolm MacDonald, who had the honor of presenting her with the prize. Other prize winners included, Lucia Nixon, grade 4 matric; Laidler Cup, Susan Michelson; Southam Cup, Nancy Pelly; Maynard Sportsmanship Cup, Mary Mackay-Smith; Gold Medal, grade 6 proficiency, Dolphi George and Head- mistress ' Prize, Patricia Carlton. Winning a good book comes in handy on a rainy day! SENIOR PRIZE WINNERS: Fiona MacDonald, The Summa Summarum; Jane Archambault, All-round Contribution to School Life; Susan Cohen, Ewing Cup for Character; Susan Burgess, The Philpot Token. ELMWOOD PRIZE LIST 1966 FORM PRIZES - awarded for the highest average for the year. liMPROVEMENT Form 3B — Barbara Coyne 86 percent Clare Heath 86 percent Form 3A — Rosemary Kumi 83 percent Form 4C — Verity Williams 87 percent Form 4B — Deborah Coyne 93 percent Form 4A - Nanc Pelly 92 percent Form 5C — Kathy Mulock 96 percent Form 5B — Vicky Nicholson 97 percent Form 5B — Janet Davies 88.4 percent 6 Matric — Lucia Nixon 87 percent, 5 option matric PROFICIENCY STANDING - 80 percent and over up to and including 5B 75 percent and 5 A and 6M. Form 3B — Jennifer Miles 80 percent Form 3 A — Cathy Ash ton 80 percent Form 4C — Mary Wainwright 86 percent Form 4B — Sarah Whirwill 87 percent — Lynne Sampson 86 percent — Joan McCordick 84 percent Form 4A — Julie Willmot 92 percent Kate Isbister 91 percent Sarah Jane Hardy 85 percent Kate Fullerton 84 percent Marianela Soto 84 percent Jennifer Coyne 82 percent Vicky Wilgress 82 percent Markie Cochran 81 percent Deborah Grills 80 percent Form 5C —Frances Wilson 92 percent Martha Pimm 82 percent Julia Berger 81 percent Deborah Hunter 80 percent Form 5B —Maria Halupka 85 percent Jane Blyth 85 percent Elizabeth Tanczyk 83 percent Paula Lawrence 82 percent Maureen O ' Neill 82 percent Susan Dier 80 percent Form 5A — Janet Uren 86 percent Margaret Thomas 86 percent Jane Archambault 86 percent Lucille Hodgins 84 percent Susan Cohen 83 percent Kim Walker 81 percent Margot Frigon 78 percent Vicky Sainsbury 77 percent Form 6M — Cathy Firestone 89 percent Susan Burgess 83 percent Janice Pratley 83 percent Maria Conde 82 percent Sandra Carrigan 82 percent Margot Rothwell 80 percent Fiona MacDonald 79 percent Fleur Wallis 79 percent J indsay Bishopric 75 percent Form 33 —Shane O ' Brien 15 percent Form 4C — Jane Nicholls 10 percent Form 4A —Frieda Lockhart 11 percent Form 5B — Patricia Wilgress 18 percent and Margaret Armitage 11 percent Form 5A " Kathy Rothwell 28 percent Carol Roginson H.6 percent JUNIOR PRIZE FOR EFFORT - Delia Soto Noelle Clark (All-round class contribution) JUNIOR PRIZE FOR PROGRESS Form 3B —Cathy A Ioore Form 3 A — Tauny Nixon Form 4C — Janet Lawson and Anne Stead Form 4B —Janet Clarke JUNIOR DRAMATICS - Janet Lawson INTERMEDIATE DRAMATICS - Deborah GrUls SENIOR DRAMATICS - Lucille Hodgins and Janet Uren JUNIOR ART - Mary Wainwright JUNIOR SEWING - Sophie Carraud 4C, Lynne Sampson 4B INTERA4EDIATE ART - Jane Blyth and Dawn Harwood-Jones SENIOR ART - Margot Rothwell PRIZE OFFERED BY THE MOTHERS ' GUILD FOR A DESIGN FOR THE LIBRARY CURTAINS: Margot Rothwell; Hon. Mention Ann Crook, Jane Blyth SCRIPTURE - Form 3B -Barbara Coyne Form 3A — Julia Rylands Form 4C —Verity Williams Form 4B — Sarah Whitwill Form 4A —Judith Dyson Form 5C —Martha Pimm Form 5B — Maureen Edwards Form 5A —Jane Archambault JUNIOR CHOIR - Marie-France Dubord and Vicky Wilgress SENIOR CHOIR - Dawn Harwood-Jones and Joy Wallingford JUNIOR MUSIC - Janet Clarke INTERMEDIATE MUSIC - Cathy Smallwood MOTHERS ' GUILD PUBLIC SPEAKING Junior: Jennifer A4iles and Sarah Jane Hardy Intermediate: Jane Blyth Senior: Susan McNicoll 70 STRAUSS CUP FOR POETRY -Fleur WaUis INTER MATHS AND SCIENCE PRIZE - Maria Halupka FRENCH PROFICIENCY PRIZES (awarded by the French Embassy) Form 3B Form 3A Form 4C Form 4B Form 4A Form 5C Form 5B Form 5A Dalia Soto Rosemary Kumi Jane Nicholls Joan McCordick Marianela Soto Julia Berger Vicky Nicholson Janet Davies LAIDLER CUP FOR MERIT Awarded to the girl who, not necessarily the highest in the form in studiest or sport, has made her mark on the Junior School by her good character and dependability. It is given to a girl who can be relied upon at any time, and is always helpful and thoughtful of others. Awarded to: Susan Michelson. THE SOUTHAM CUP FOR JUNIOR HIGH ENDEAVOUR Awarded for the highest endeavour in all phases nf school life in the Junior School. It is the equivalent of the Summa Summarum in the Senior School. It is given to the girl who best lives up to the ideals of Elmwood, who shows leadership, good standing in her class, keeness in sport, and friendliness and helpfulness to others in the school. Awarded to: Nancy Pelly. MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE - Awarded in 5A by Dr. and Mrs. O. F. Firestone: Jane Archambault 5A HISTORY PRIZE - Janet Uren GENERAL IMPROVEMENT IN 6 MATRIC - — Jane Mirsky and Helen Stinson GOLD MEDAL - GENERAL PROFICIENCY IN 6 MATRIC - Delphi George CURRENT EVENTS CUP - Kathy Rothwell Hon. Mention — Susan McNicoll OLD GIRLS HOUSE MOTTO PRIZE Fry: Friendship to All — Beverley Erlandson Keller; Fair Play — Sybil Powell Nightingale: Not for Ourselves Alone— Bonnie Sutherland Winner: Fry— Beverley Erlandson GRAHAM FOR TROPHY Lucille Hodgins THE HOUSE TROPHY - Keller House - House Head, Fleur Wallis EDWARDS GOLD MEDAL FOR GOOD GENERAL IMPROVEMENT - Carol Robinson ALL-ROUND CONTRIBUTION TO SCHOOL LIFE ■ — Jane Archambault BOARDERS ' HIGH ENDEAVOUR - Lucille Hodgins BEST OFFICER ' S CUP - Mary MacKay-Smith EWING CUP FOR. CHARACTER - Susan Cohen HEADMISTRESS ' PRIZE - Patricia Carlton Form 5A — Form Captain HOUSE HEAD AWARDS - Fry Keller Nightingale — Janice Pratley — Fleur Wallis — Mary MacKay-Smith EDITH BUCK RELIGIOUS KNOWLEDGE PRIZE - — Sandra Carrigan SENIOR LATIN PRIZE - Cathy Firestone SENIOR FRENCH PRIZE - Maria Conde SENIOR SPANISH PRIZE - Susan Burgess AIRS. TANCZYK ' S RUSSIAN PRIZE - Lucia Nixon SENIOR GEOGRAPHY PRIZE - Lindsay Bishopric MATRICULATION MATHS PRIZE - Cathy Firestone MATRICULATION SCIENCE PRIZE - Janice Pratley MATRICULATION HISTORY PRIZE - Dolphi George MATRICULATION ENGLISH PRIZE - Fleur Wallis THE PHILPOT TOKEN Awarded to the girl who best maintains the spirit and ideals which, as well as a high standard of scholarship, achievement in games, and charm of manner, may set her mark upon the school in the spirit of service, freedom and fair play. Awarded to: Susan Burgess. THE SUMMA SUMMARUM Awarded to the Senior Girl who has tried most faithfully to live up to the ideals and best traditions of the school and Kvho possesses the qualities of integrity, trustworthiness, the spirit of comradeship and the capacity to achieve. The win- ner ' s name to be added to the illustrious list on the placque in the hall. Awarded to: Fiona MacDonald. Elmwood Girls ' School can take a bow for being a little ahead of the times. With mini-skirts becoming a fad, principal Mrs. Patricia Blyth pointed out the other day that Elmwood uniforms are just about right. The skirts are between four and six inches above the knee.— From " Below the Hill " by Dave Brown. The Journal, June 1966. A LETTER FROM AN OLD GIRL We received this letter from an Old Girl, Barabara Grisdale, Class of ' 64. This is what she has to say. Tuesday, May 24. " This is a list, as complete as I can make it, of what the graduates of ' 64 are up to. Wendela Roberts — At school this year in Grenoble. She returns to Canada in August to go to McGiH. Cathy Duff — has finished first year Arts at McGill. Barb Fletcher — is taking nursing at the Montreal General. Sandy Burke-Robertson — continuing schooling in England. Debby Gill — finished first year Arts at Queens. Di Nance kivell — finished first year Arts at Mariano pilis College. In the fall she goes over to London to work. Ingrid Gluzman — continuing education in Boston. Gail Molyneux — finishing first year Arts at McGill. Sincerely, Barb Grisdale. SCHOOL DIRECTORY Archambault, Jane, 783 Eastbourne Ave., 5A— 749-6197 Armitage, Margaret, 32 Sandridge Road, 5B-746-4795 Ashton, Catherine, 49 Birch Ave., 3A-749-1741 Ault, Christie, 472 Tilbury Ave., 5B-722-1902 Baker, Jocelyn, 346 Sherwood Drive, 5C-728-2974 Band, Vicky, 30 Glen Edych Place, Toronto, 5B-925-5695 Beilaar-Spruyt, Rosande, Meach Lake Road, Old Chelsea, 4B -827-0823 Berger, Julia, 524 Acacia Ave., 5C-749-8804 Bishopric, Lindsay, 330 Metcalfe St. Apt. 403, 6B-23S-0503 Blyth, Jane, 231 Buena Vista Rd., 5B-749-8842 Brodie, Elizabeth, 69 Geneva St., 4A-722-4504 Burgess, Susan, 1191 Grosvenor Ave., Winnipeg, Man., 6M— Carraud, Emmanuellc, 5 Coltrin Rd., Rck. Park, 4A-749-6905 Carraud, Sophie, 4C Carlton, Patricia, Box 326, Manotick, Ont., 6. l-692-3437 Carrigan, Sandra, 103 Raymond Rd., Ottawa 10, 6M- Casselman, Nancy, Box 1318, Prescott, 5A-925-23S6 Chaplin, Anne, Box 191, Manotick, Ont., 6M-692-3230 Chaplin, Jennifer, Box 191, Manotick, Ont., 5B-692-3230 Clark, Noelle, 191 Mariposa Ave., 3A-749-1353 Clarke, Janet, Rockcliffe Park, 4B-749-6761 Clifford, Kathleen, 2 Alaple Lane, 5A- Cochran, Markie, 299 Hillcrest Road, 4A -745-2342 Co hen, Susan, 946 Killeen Ave., 5A-722-6386 Cole, Christina, 336 Summit Ave., 3B-731-3141 Conde, Maria, 11 Crescent Road, Rck. Park, 6M-749-9728 Conway, Alison, 720 Lonsdale Road, 5B-749-2055 Coyne, Barbara, 235 Mariposa A e., 3B-749-9203 Coyne, Debbie, 235 Mariposa Ave., 4B— 749-9203 Coyne, Jennifer, 235 Mariposa Ave., 4A-749-9203 Crook, Ann, 1527 Kilborn Ave., 5A-733-4662 Cuthbert, Catherine, 2182 Arch Street, 5C-733-6489 Davics, Janet, 580 Minto Place, 5A-749-4545 Dier, Susan, Apartado Aereo 8582, Bogota, Colombia Dubord, Marie-France, Box 895, R.R. 4, Ottawa, 4A-822-2909 Durgan, Brenda, Durgan, 610 Somerset AVest, 4B-236-0583 Dyson, Judith, 31 Birch Ave., 4A -7 49-0483 Ellicott, Harriet, 353 Mountbatten Ave, 5A-733-2013 Erlandson, Beverley, 19 Noel Street, 6M-746-0623 Firestone, Catherine, 375 Minto Place, 6M— 746-8285 Fossmark, Susan, 518 Churchill Ave., 5C-722-3826 Francis, Sarah, 197 Clemow Ave., 5B-235-2631 Frigon, Margo, 735 Eastbourne Ave., 5A-7 46-83 19 Fullerton, Kathcrinc, 172 Clemow Ave., 4A-235-0682 Gale, Nancy, 72 Buena Vista Rd., 5C-749-9735 Gartrell, lane, 481 Island Park Drive, 5C-722-6625 George, Dolphi, 534 Lakchurst Rd;, 6M-745-9373 Gillies, Karen, Box 353, . ' Krnprior, Ont.,5A.-623-3924 Ginsberg, Jane, 41 Eardley Rd., Aylmer, Que. 4B-684-5178 Goebbels, Marissa, 50 Westward Way, 4B-746-6106 Grccnberg, Elizabeth, 19 Fairfax Ave., 5C-722-6442 Grecnblatt, Lynn, 145 Sherwood Drive, 6M-728-2774 Grills, Debbie, 39 Birch Ave., 4A-749-5797 Grundy, Merry, 189 Lover ' s Lane, Ancastor, Ont., 5A-Miller 8-4028 Halupka, iMarjory, Marcona Mining Col., Apartado 1229, Lima Peru, 5B Hardy, Sarah Jane, 33 Rockcliffe Way, 4A-745-3031 Harwood-Jones, Dawn, 2262 Braeside Ave., 5B-733-4123 Heath, Clare, 3 Coltrin Place Rk. Pk., 3B-749-7715 Heintzman, Jennifer, 60 Forest Hill Rd., Toronto, 5A-Hu8-0304 Henderson ,Dana, 33 Himount Drive, Willowdale, Ont., 3B-225-4052 Hodgins, Lucille, Box 204, Shawville, Que., 5A-647-2850 Hunter, Deborah, 793 Dunloe, Ott. 7, 5C-749-9072 Isbister, Kate, 185 Kamloops Ave., 4A-733-2826 Jones, Carolyn, 602 Algonquin Ave., Town of Mount Royal, Que., 6M Kumi, Rosemary, 390 Lisgar Rd., Rk. Pk., 3A-749-8219 Lawrence, Paula, Davidson Dr., R.R. 1, Ottawa, 5B-749-2859 Leach, Deborah, 250 Sherwood Dr., 5C-728-6113 Leroy, Suzanne, 920 Killeen Ave., 4C-722-6423 Levine, Judy, 415 Laurier Ave., East, 5C— 233-7102 Lintott, Harriet, Earnscliffe, Sussex Drive, 4A— 233-9077 Lockhart, Frieda, 604 Gainsborough, 4A— 722-6753 Lawson, |anct. 865 Finter St., 4C-749-8634 MacDonald, Fiona, British High Commission, Nairobi, Kenya, 6M MacKay-Smith, Mary, 175 Juliana Rd. Rck. Park, 6M-749-8644 Maclaren, Cathy, 214 Northcote Place Rck. Park, 5B-749-9215 Marland, Shareen Martin, Jane, 22 Rothwell Dr., Box 249, R.R. 1, Ottawa, 5C-7 46-4097 McCordick, Joan, 767 Acacia Ave., Rck. Park, 4B-749-4701 McNaughton, Ginny, 12 Birch Road, Rck. Park, 4B-749-1331 McNicoll, Susan, 415 Wood Ave., Rck. Park, 5A-745-4477 McRae, Rosemary, Box 299, Hudson, Quebec, 5A-236-5895 Michelson, Susan, 349 Laurier Ave., East, 4A-233-9792 Miles, Jennifer, 253 Fairmount Ave., 3B— 729-6654 Mirsky, Jane, ' Marchmont ' Rck. Park, 6M-745-4716 Mullen, Patricia, 168 Kamloops Ave., 4B-733-3044 Mulock, Kathleen, 387 Maple Lane Rck. Park, 5C-749-9122 Nicholls, Jane, 22 Tower Road, 4C-722-7704 Nicholson, Vicky, 420 Minto Place, Rck. Park, 5B-749-9754 Ni.xon, Lucia, 431 Roxborough Ave. Rck. Park, 6M-746-4581 Nixon, Tauny, lOJ Lyttleton Gdns. Rck. Park, - 746-6940 O ' Brien, Deirdre, 334 Acacia Ave., Rck. Park, 5C-749-9825 O ' Brien, Shane, 334 Acacia Ave., Rck Park, 3 A-7 49-9825 Ogilvie, Robin, 761 Acacia Lane, Rck. Park, 5A-745-3341 O ' Neill, Maureen, 92 Lisgar Road, 5B-749-8835 Orr, Wendy, 46 Rothwell Dr., R.R. I, Ottawa, 5C-749-3302 Patton, Judy, " Carberry Hill " , Warwick, Bermuda, 5C Pelly, Nancy, 140 Blenheim Drive Rck. Park, 4A Petrie, Lynne, 171 O ' Connor St., Apt. 408, 4C-2 34-0265 Phillips, Moira, 55 Westward Way, Rck. Park,, 5B-746-4224 Pimm, Martha, 251 Park Road, Rck. Park, 5C-749-0217 Powell, Sybil, 2045 Carling Ave., Apt. 1211, 6M-733-6959 Pratley, Janice, 5 Wren Rd., Box 38, R.R. 1, 6M-745-6123 Rankin, Janet, Apartado del Este 11452 Caracas, Venezuela Robinson, Carol, 187 Montclair Blvd., Hull, Que., 5A-Prl-3075 Rosenthal, Pam, 230 Park Road, Rck. Park, 5B-749-8852 Rothwell, Kathy, Box 8, R.R. 1, Orleans, Ont., 5A-Navan Rothwell, Margot, Box 8, R.R. 1, Orleans, Ont., 6M-4461 Rylands, Julia, 151 Carleton St. Rck. Park, 4C-746-1971 Sainsbury, Vicky, 523 Lang ' s Road, 5A-746-1562 Sampson, Lynne, 550 Fairview Ave., Rck. Park, 4B— 745-2672 Sanders, Rebecca, 860 Canterbury Ave., Apt. 103, 3B-731-5692 Scott, Manha, 740 Acacia Ave., Rck. Park. 5C-749-9993 Simmons, Patricia, 25 Dickson Street, 5B— 828-6414 Sinray, Sandra, 206 St. Laurent, Vallevfield. Que., 4B-272-3400 Skabar, lane, 176 Acacia Ave., Rck. Park, 6B-745-3921 Smallwood, Cathy, 32 Toronto St., 5B-232-6105 Stead, Anne, 84 Riverdale Ave., 4C-236-5342 Stinson, Helen, Box 198, Manotick, Ont., 6M-Ox2-3710 Stubbins, Janet, 67 Kilbarry Cres., 5C-746-6766 Sutherland, Bonnie, 10 de Niverville Dr., 5A-822-1344 Soto, DeHa, 200 Rideau Terrace Soto, Marianela, 200 Rideau Terrace lanczyk, Elizabeth, Box 123, R.R. 1, Cyrville, Ont. 5B-745-5463 Thomas, Barbara, 19 Arundel Ave., 5C-746-0847 Thomas, Margaret, 19 Arundel Ave., 5A-746-0847 Thompson, Catherine, 1736 Edgehill Place, 5B Uren, Janet, 124 Springfield Rd., Apt. 612, 5A-745-6171 Wainwright, Mary, 286 Sherwood Drive, 4C-722-9243 Walker, Kim, 64 Forest Hill Rd., Toronto, 5A-488-I214 Wallingford, Joy, 617 Main Street, Buckingham, Quebec, 5B-986-3743 Wallis, Fleur, Box 194, Stittsville, Ont., 6M-836-2797 Whitwill, Sarah, 1089 Kristin Way, 4B-746-8667 Wilgress, Patricia, 230 Manor Road, Rck. Park, 5B-749-9249 Wilgress, Vicky, 230 Manor Road, Tick. Park, 4A-749-9249 Williams, Verity, 200 Rideau Terrace, Apt. 407, 4C Willmot, Julia, 62 Powell Ave., 4A-233-3178 Wilson, Frances, 280 Park Road, Rck. Park, 5C-749-7891 CALENDAR 1965-66 Wednesday 8th Thursday 9th Friday Saturday Tuesday Friday Friday 10th 11th 14th 24th 24th Saturday 25th Saturday 2nd Friday Friday 8th 8th Monday 11th Tuesday 12th Wednesday 13th Saturday 16th Tuesday Friday 19th 22nd Saturday 23rd Friday 29th Friday Saturday Tuesday Friday Friday Friday Saturday Friday Sth 6th 9th 12th 19th 19th 20th 3rd September Boarders return 6-8 p.m. School reopens 8.45 a.m. Summer Reading Essay 1.30-3.00 p.m. The Royal-Winnipeg Ballet, Capital Theatre, Boarders Supplemental Examinations 10.00 a.m. Mothers ' Guild Meeting 10.00 a.m. Philosophy Club Presentation of Summer Reading Prizes by The Dean of Ottawa Trip to Upper Canada Village October Trip to Stratford, Forms 6M, 5 A, 5B Public Speaking Contest 9.15 a.m. Thanksgiving Week-end begins 12 noon. Boarders return before 8 p.m. School reopens 8.45 a.m. House Prayers Speeches 9.00 a.m. Keller House Dance Mothers ' Guild Meeting 10.00 a.m. Tennis Finals Philosophy Club 8.00 p.m. Preliminarv College Boards 9.00 a.m., 6M Excursion to Gatineau, Boarders Hallowe ' en Party 7.00 p.m. November Mothers ' Guild Bazaar 3.00 p.m. Old Girls ' Luncheon 1.00 p.m. Mothers ' Guild Meeting 10.00 a.m. Philosophy Club 8.00 p.m. SAT0-6M 9.00 a.m. Parents ' Reception 4.00 p.m. Nightingale House Dance December Metropolitan Opera Touring Company Saturday 4th Monday 6th Monday 13th Wednesday 16th Thursday 16th Thursday 16th Wednesday Sth Thursday 6th Friday 11th Monday 14th Tuesday 15th Friday 18th Wednesday 23rd Monday 21st Monday 28th Thursday 31st Sunday 10th Tuesday 12 th Wednesday 13th Friday Monday Tuesday 20th 23rd 24th Monday 6th Monday 13 th Friday 17th " Madame Butterfly " Senior Boarders, Optional to Day Girls ' Cinderella ' Saturday afternoon All Junior School Examinations begin Examinations end Christmas Play Supper Boarders ' Carol Service Carol Concert Christmas Holidays begin 12 noon. January Boarders return 6-8 p.m. School reopens 8.45 a.m. February Long Week-end begins 12 noon. Boarders return before 8 p.m. School reopens 8.45 a.m. Formal Dance Ash Wednesday March Examinations begin Examinations end Easter Holidays begin 12 noon. April Easter Sunday Boarders return before 8 p.m. School reopens 8.45 a.m. May Victoria Day Holiday begins 12 noon. Boarders return before 8 p.m. School reopens 8.45 a.m. June Examinations begin Examinations end Closing EXCHANGES Balmoral Hall, Winnipeg; Ashbury College, Ottawa; King ' s Hall, Compton; Lower Canada College, Montreal; Branksome Hall, Toronto; Bishop Strachan School, Toronto; The Grove School, Lakefield; Havergal College, Toronto; Bishop ' s College School, Lennoxville; Trinity College School, Port Hope; St. John ' s Ravenscourt, Winnipeg; Trafalgar School, Montreal; Strathallan School, Hamilton; The Study, Montreal; Trinity College, Toronto; St. Patrick ' s College, Ottawa; Cheltenham Ladies College, Cheltenham, England; Leaden Hall, Salisbury, England; Norfolk House, Victoria; St. Mildred ' s College, Toronto; St. Chad ' s School, Regina; St. John ' s Cathedral School, Selkirk, Man. MAKE THIS A YEAR OF DECISION by Registering at the COiMPLIMENTS OF A COLLEGE on the MALL Summer and Fall Enrolments Day and Evening Classes Now being Accepted Pitman, Gregg and Speedwriting shorthand, Typewriting, Bookkeeping and Accounting — Dictaphone — Comptometer — Secretarial Science. FRIEND Preparation for Civil Service Examinations WILLIS BUSINESS COLLEGE The only Speedwriting Secretarial School in Ottawa 145 2 Sparks St. 233-3D3 1-233-1127 Willis-Ttrained Graduates are always in demand! THOMSON M KINNON STOCKBROKERS MEMBERS NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE TORONTO STOCK EXCHANGE OTHER LEADING STOCK AND COAIMODITY EXCHANGE 56 Sparks St. Tel. 232-4861 Situated on Eagle Lake CAMP . " North of Kingston, in the M j heart of the Toronto, Ottawa OCONTO I Montreal triangle. VWIl I W ■ I 1 For further information « 1 1 contact the directors: A SUMMER CAMP 1 1 m m r t KK.r % 1 Air. and Airs. C. Labbett For Girls Founded 1925 3 Pine Forest Rd. Toronto 12. 6 to 16 years in Ottawa: Mr. and Airs. Corbett, 25 Woodstrock St. Ottawa 3 . G.T. GREEN ITD. Decorators 750 Bank St. — Ottawa, Ontario 75 CARLETON UNIVERSITY B T A ' vf T ' SCIENCE, COMMERCE, JOURNALISAI and ENGINEERING SPECIAL PROGRAMS IN CANADIAN STUDIES PUBLIC ADMIISTRATION, SOVIET STUDIES ' and INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS. Entrance requirements; four Ontario Grade XIII subjects or equivalent for First Year, Junior Matriculation for Qualifying Year. Modern residences on campus for rrien and women; off-campus accommodation. Scholarships, Bursaries and Loans are offered. Write for full information to: THE REGISTRAR, Carleton University Colonel By Drive, Ottawa 1, Ontario. a bright, beautiful new Third Floor Shop at Murphy - Gamble ' s. With all that ' s new and smart for the young— from first - graders to senior high- schoolers. MURPHY-GAMBLE Ltd. Headquarters for Elmwood Uniforms Sparks St., Ottawa Telephone 235-3355 COMPLIMENTS OF ALLAN GILL CO. LTD. Insurance Agents Suite 500 - Kenson BIdg. 225 Metcalfe Street Ottawa 4, Canada For Quality Cleaning and Prompt Service MAJESTIC CLEANERS 749-5969 Plant and Store 1 1 Beechwood Ave. Branch Store, 195 Rideau St. Tel. 232-1374 Compliments of LEECH ' S PHARMACY Your Family Druggist for Over 30 Years Phone 749-5931 131 Crichton St. GOLDSMITHS SILVERSMITHS BIRKS OTTAWA Gifts of Quality and Distinction HENRY BIRKS SONS LTD. 101 Sparks St. and Billings Bridge TELEPHONE 236-3641 JOLICOEUR LTD. Quincaillerie Hardware Peinture OPW Paint Accessoires De Maison Housewa re 19-21 Beech wood 749-5959 THE RUNGE PRESS LIMITED LETTERPRESS and LITHOGRAPHIC PRINTING 1 24 - 1 28 Queen Street Telephone 233-9373 78 The Fashion Leaders for the Campus Clan " YOUNG TEMPO SHOP " From the pages of " Seventeen " and from Canada ' s Top Designers to Ogilvy ' s Young Tempo Shop, the latest in Fashions and Sportswear for Teen a nd Twenty Gals. " YOUNG MEN ' S SHOP " Sharp, up-to-the-minute stylings in all the latest fine Fabrics for the High School and College Alan. CHARLES OGIL LIMITED Downtown Billings Bridge Compliments of MACKENZIE MERCURY SALES LTD. 1377 Richmond Rd. Ottawa Headquarters For Lumber and Building .Materials D. KEMP EDWARDS LIMITED 25 Bawswater Ave. Ottawa Tel. 728-4631 C. MURRAY CLEARY LTD. INSURANCE Suite 500, 225 Metcalfe Street, Ottawa Telephone 232-2667 ,-JL Waterloo A T University w ' College The Arts and Science Faculty of Waterloo Lutheran University Established 1911 Degree programs in Arts, Science and Business Administration Three and f()ur- ear scholarships, valued up to $6,000, to first-class students Residence accommodation on campus for men and women For information, calendars and application forms, write: Air. Henry H. Dueck, .Registrar, Waterloo University College, Waterloo Lutheran University, Waterloo, Ontario. Ashbury (Ml College Rockcliffe Park Ottawa 2, Ont. Residential and Day School For Boys Boys prepared for entrance to university and the services colleges Supervised Athletics and Physical training for boys Admission Examinations Scholarships and Bursaries Available For further information and prospectus write to, The Headmaster, W. A. Joyce, B.Sc. 66 Bank St. 232-7000 Ottawa, Ont. ' ■ ' ■foremost for fe?mnine fashions ' " OTTAWA, CAN. " . . . For That Town and Country Look . . . " One Seventeen Bank Street 232-7408 Complmients of ' ■ ' ■What a Wonderful Sportswear Shop " R. and A. COHEN LTD. STEIN BROS. LTD Bank Street at Laurier 149 Bank Street ; 233-8456 80 For Reference Not to be taken from this room
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