Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA 1966-1967 17 Mrs Judith E Caldwell 1657 River Road W PO Box 8 Prescott. ON KOE 1T0 SUCCESS IS NAUGHT: ENDEAVOUR ' S ALL ' -Browning Lucille Hodgins, Head Girl; Mrs. Blyth, Headmistress; Susan Cohen, Head Pre- fect. Back roiv: Janet Uren, Margaret Thomas, Kathy Roth well, Vicky Sainsbury, Jennifer Heintzman, Janet Davies, Carol Robinson, Beverly Erlandson, Robin Ogilvie, Jane Archambault. Front row. Lucille Hodgins, Mrs. Blyth, Susan Cohen. Head Mistress ' Letter Dear Elmwood, Centennial year is nearly over and it has been very exciting for us all. Apart from visiting Expo 67 we have heard much about our country this year and we have also sung about it, written about it, and portrayed its history on the stage. We can never understand other people unless we really know them. Similarly, we must try to know our big country as it streches from the Atlantic to the Pac- ific before we can claim to be true Canadians. Do try to travel as much as you can to all parts of this great land of Canada and then go abroad to visit other continents where the ways of men and women and boys and girls are different from our own. When Fran Wilson went to Crofton House School in Vancouver for a month last fall and Timmy Wills came in exchange to us, we were symboliz- ing our desire to know our country better. Many Canadians have never seen a sea-gull or a glacier or a gopher. There are probably many who have never seen a real maple leaf. Elmwood was very honoured to send Janet Uren to the Yukon last summer on a trip spo nsored by the Ontario Dept. of Education. Not many of us know the North, unfortunately, but those who have been there come back with shining eyes and wonderful tales to tell. It is with pride that we publish in our Centennial " Samara " Janet ' s prize-winning poem on Canada, and I urge you all to go to far- away places and meet faraway people. If you are not able to travel yet, do spend much time reading and watching movies about other places, for it is in this way that you will grow up to under- stand that all the people of the world are part of God ' s precious family for whom He wants only peace. Your affectionate friend and headmistress. STAFF Back row. Mrs. Edna Sims, Mrs. Mickelthwaite, Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Harwood- Jones, Mrs. Aldous, Mrs. Routliffe, Mrs. MacDonald, Miss May, Mrs. John, Mrs. Earle. Front roiv: Mrs. Ferris, Miss Driscoll, Miss Black, Mrs. Blvth, Mrs. MacMillan, Mrs. Ross, Mrs. Whitwill, Absent: Mrs. Tanczyk. 3 LETTERS FROM THE EDITOR June 1967. Dear Elmwood, The last time most of you saw the school, the early summer sun was shining warmly in a brigiht blue sky. By the time SAMARA is published, the sun will be weaker and the sky less dazzling, but I hope that the magazine itself will revive in full strength the memories of wonderful experiences, everyday traditions, and good times, of the past year. Canada ' s much talked-about, much planned-for Centennial is now almost over, and Expo ' 67 will be closing in October. I think everyone will agree that it has been most exciting and successful. Elmwood herself entered into the celebrations with great spirit, and the results are to be seen in the Centennial Section of our special 1967 issue. Perhaps one day Elmwood will take part in this country ' s Bi-centennial, in 2067! On behalf of the whole SAMARA staff, I would like to thank all the girls whose work and contributions helped to make this edition a true school effort. Thank you for the chocolate bars you sold, the stories and poems you wrote, the pictures you took, and the advertisements that you obtained. I feel that a little bit of every Elmwoodian has gone into the potpourri that is SAMARA 1967. We would also like to thank all the teachers, especially our headmistress Mrs. Blyth, whose advice and support have enabled us to " carry on " ! I hope that you will have as much fun reading SAMARA as we had compiling it. Vicky Nicholson P,S. We have tried to proof-read this issue as well as is possible. If the occasional mistake has slipped by our watchful eyes, please look at it with this in mind: " To err is human; to forgive diznne " ! Standing: Kathy Mulock, Jane Blyth, Fran Wilson, Vicky Nicholson. Seated: Mrs. Blyth. SAMARA STAFF EDITOR - Vicky Nicholson ASSISTANT EDITOR - Jane Blyth LITERARY EDITOR - Kathy Mulock ART EDITOR - Frances Wilson ADVERTISING EDITOR - Sue Dier PHOTOGRAPHY - Sarah Francis ILLUSTRATIONS - Maureen O ' Neill DaWh Harwood-Jones Dawn Harwood-Jones Joy Wallingford HELPERS - Nancy Gale, Moira Phillips, Paula Lawrence, Patricia Mullen, Sarah Whitwill, Lynne Sampson STAFF ADVISORS - Mrs. Whitwill, Mrs. Aldous 4 GRADUATES 66-67 LUCILLE HODCINS HEAD GIRL ' ' Don ' t shoot the piavo-player, She ' s doing the best she canT Lu ' s best was appreciated by all as she carried out the busy and sometimes difficult dudes of the Head Girl. Lu also found time to play basketball and badminton, and be on the Central Student ' s Council. Lu ' s smile and gentle ways will be back next year for Grade 13. Au revoir Lu, until the Fall! SUSAN COHEN HEAD PREFECT ' ' Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and Susan laughs! " Sue was the Senior Prefect this year. She was also a member of the Central Students ' Council. Next year Sue and her laughter will return to cheer up Grade 13, for which we are all very grateful! " 5 BEVERLY ERLANDSON HEAD OF FRY " T e souVs by nature pitched too high, By suffering plunged too low. " Bev was head cf the victorious Fry House, and was very active in school sports,, winning the Senior Tennis doubles with Sue McNicoll. Bev ' s acting and singing abilities were shown when she starred in " Trial By Jury " . Next Fall Bev will be back for Grade 13. CAROL ROBINSON HEAD OF KELLER ain t me, babe. " Carol was head of Keller and played basketball and volleyball, the latter against Notre Dame on the school team. The future is still uncertain; good luck Carol, wherever you will be. KATHY ROTHWELL HEAD OF KNIGHTINGALE " warrant thee; my man s as true as steel. " Kathy was the hard working Head of Nightingale this year. In the fall Kathy returns to these hallowed halls for Senior Matric and we hope sihe will still find time to play tennis and badminton. JENNIFER HEINTZMAN PREFECT CHAPEL MONITOR Where innocence is bliss, ' ' tis jolly to be ivise. " Jeff was a Keller Prefect, the Chapel Monitor, and sports captain of her house. She won the Bad- minton doubles with Nancy Casselman. Next year Jeff will return to Grade 13, still pursuing her interest in art. MARC THOMAS PREFECT SPORTS CAPTAIN " ■Words, words, ivords! " VICKY SAINSBURY PREFECT HEAD MONITOR " Suffer little children to come unto meT Vicki was a Nightingale Prefect and was also the Head Monitor. Our loss will be Carleton ' s gain as Vicki tries her hand at the rigors of Q-year. Best of luck! Marg was a Fry Prefect and was the school ' s bouncy Sports Captain. She was also a member of the " Reach for the Top " team. Next year Marg returns for more words in Grade 13. 7 jANE ARCHAMBAULT PREFECT " When I am dead 1 hope it may be said: ' Her sins were scarlet, but her books ivere readJ " This has been a busy year for Jane. As well as being a Fry Prefect, Jane played volleyball and tennis, made a speech for the Ottawa Community Chest campaign and walked 27 miles for Oxfam. Next year Jane will return for Grade 13. NANCY CASSELMAN PREFECT ' ' Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infijjite variety. " Nancy was a Keller Prefect this year. She won the Senior Badminton doubles with Jeff and marched thirty-one miles for Oxfam, making more money than anyone else from Elmwood. Nancy is back in the fall, when we all look forward to seeing her again. JANET DAVIES PREFECT " Oh, say, can you see by the dawn s early light? " Janet has been very busy in her last year at Elm- wood. She was a Fry Prefect, flag-raiser, played house basketball and volleyball, was Captain of the school volleyball team and appeared on " Reach for the Top " . Janet was also Ashbury ' s first girl student for Grade 13 French. We send her off with regret and best wishes to complete Grade 13 at Lisgar. 8 ROBIN OCILVIE PREFECT ' ' ' ' Truth, Valour, Duty. " Robin was a Keller Prefect this year. As head of the Formal Committee she receives oue grateful thanks for a wonderful evening. Robin won the public speaking contest and also found time for swimming and playing tennis against Ashbury. Good luck Robin as you head for secretarial school in London! JANET UREN PREFECT " You were scarcely so shy When I saiv you last. " Janet was a Fry Prefect this year. Between giving out red and black stars, Janet, a keen dramatist, acted in the play " Battle of Wits " . September will find Janet at Carleton for Q year. MARGARET BACNALL PREFECT ' ' ' ' Better late than fiever, wot! " Marg was a new addition to 6M this year. A swimming enthusiast, A-Iarg hails from England. She will return next year for our new Grade 13. JOAN BRODIE " Silence is golden. " Joan was 6M ' s class secretary this year. Her great interest is art and she hopes to be a graphic designer —after one year more at Elmwood for Senior Matric. ANN CROOK " ' Nay, . . . the very pink of courtesy. " Ann ' s great interest is art and she often accom- panied Miss May on her expeditions. Ann also has a strange affinity for broken legs! We wish her the best of luck as she heads off to a school of design. KATHY CLIFFORD " Do not give dalliance to much the rein! " Kathy was very active in school sports this year, playing tennis, volleyball and basketball. She also participated in the Oxfam march. Next year Kathy is off to London for secretarial school. Best of luck, Kathy. 10 MARCO FRICON " Light of step and heart was she. " Margo played basketball for Nightingale this year and also played on the school volleyball team against Notre Dame. Next year Margx) will be among the courageous who return for Grade 13. SHEILA KERSHMAN " Low only comes to those who wait. " Sheila was another newcomer to 6M this year. She was entered in the public speaking contest and was a member of the Music Appreciation Club. Sheila is the proud owner of a new Camaro which will be decorating the Elmwood parking lot next year for Grade 13. CYNTHIA MACEE " In maiden meditation fancy free. " Cynthia is our bilingual import which allows her to sleep through French classes! A member of Keller, she will be returning for Grade 1 3 in the Fall. SUSAN MeNECOLL " He who loves me will love my dog also. " Sue is an artist and an actress— she appeared in the Drama Club ' s " Battle of Wits. " One of the more sports-minded memfoers of 6M, Sue won the Tennis Doubles with Bev. Next Fall will see Sue once more in her green uniform for Elmwood ' s Grade 13. CHRISTIE MORRIS ' ■ ' ■All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by. " A Kellerite, Christie is a keen swimmer. Next year is a question mark for Christie, but whatever she does we wish her all the best. KIM WALKER ' ■ ' ■There are some people who have a semblance of disorder, whether or not they really know what they ' re doing. " Kim was a Kellerite and played on the Elmwood volleyball team against Notre Dame. Grade 13 at Elmwood is next on Kim ' s plans. 12 SUSAN WILLIAMSON " No mind is thoroughly well-organized that is defi- cient of a sense of humour. " Sue was a member of Keller House and was 6M ' s efficient (and humorous) librarian. We will only say au re voir for the summer as Sue returns to the new Grade 13. ' ' Forbear to judge, for we are si?iners all! ' " 6 MATRIC Back: Sue Williamson, Margaret Bagnall, Kim Walker, Janet Davies, Jennifer Heintzman, Cynthia Magee, Sheila Kershman, Ann Crook. Middle: Sue McNicoll, Christie Morris, Janet Uren, Robin Ogilvie, Vicky Sainsbury, Jane Archambault, Margaret Thomas, Joan Brodie, Margo Frigon. Front: Mrs. Ross, Kathy Nothwell, Carol Robinson, Lu Hodgins, Susan Cohen, Bev Erlandson Mrs. MacMillan. Absent: Nancy Casselman Kathy Clifford. 13 FORM 5A Back: Catherine Thompson, Cynthia Maynard, Paula Lawrence, Cathy Mac- Laren, Margaret Armitage, Vicky Nicholson, Trish Simmons, Jane Blyth. Middle: Sue Dier, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Alison Conway, Moira Phillips, Miss DriscoU, Patricia Wilgress, Janet Hughson, Maureen O ' Neill, Evva Massey. Front: Angle Andras, Meredith A4anley, Christine Deeble, Joy Wallingford, Liz Tanczyk, Sarah Francis, Christie Au ' lt. Absent: Sue Partridge. 5A FORM NOTES If 5 A had their way with Closing (which sounds very unlikely) these would be the prizes: iMiss Driscoll: another year of us (!) for trying to put us in shape for the form trophy, (which always sounded very unlikely!). Angle Andras: a bicycle pump, for having fhe nicest 1967 T-bird in the Elm wood parking lot. Margaret Armitage: four inches added to ' her tunic, for having the longest legs in 5A. Christie Ault: a hundred free Elmwood lunches, for patronizing (!) the Elmwood mess-hall. Jane Blyth: an automatic-lock zipper, for ' having the first pair of spray-on gym shorts on the market. Alison Conway: automatically elasticized socks, for being the best-dressed on campus. Sue Dier: a Viet Cong pen-pal, for writing the most letters in class. Sarah Francis: a thousand free shares of " Minnesota Alining " , for buying the most scotch-tape for her bangs. Dawn Harwood-Jones : A megaphone, for Whisper- ing ' the most. Janet Hug hson: a week-end in Orillia, for having so much of Big- Town life! ! Paula Lawrence: a year ' s supply of green elactics, for setting the Elmwood record in constructing and dismantling pigtails (before and after school.) Cathy MacLaren: a job training the RCMP " blood- hounds " , for having the most obedient dogs in tov n. Meredith Manley: a souvenir " jo ' lly green jumper " , for deserting us and defecting to the U.S. Evva Massey: a year ' s supply of paper tunics for keeping Pucci and Quant in busiiness!! That was the Closing that WOULD have been! Cynthia Maynard: a thousand free DOUBLE passes to Famous Players Theatres, for the best attend- ance at the Somerset! Vicky Nicholson: a black-out screen, for spending most of her time looking out of the window beside her desk. Maureen O ' Neill: a paint-by-numbers set, for having discovered that she has " Titian " hair . . . Susan Partridge: a hundred and fifty free days at Elmwood, for having the best attendance record (hem-hem.) Moira Phillips: a free pass to the Bish pavilion (WHAT Bish pavilion?) at Expo for being our best publicity agent! Trish Simmons: an automatic shoe-s ' hining kit, for having the most popular Shoe polish before In- spection. . . Chris Deeble: a crash course at Berlitz to perfect her Ottawa Valley accent, for not succumbing to external influences!! Elizabeth Tanczyk: a pair of Foster Grants, for concealing her identity the longest (behind those shades!) Cathy Thompson: an electric comb, for beating everyone else to the mirroir. Joy Wallingford: a year ' s supply of teams to coach, for helping Keeler on to victory in interhouse sports, (every single time!!) Patricia Wilgress: a thousand hours of free listening time ' s worth of batteries, for tuning us in on her latest records during break. FORM 5B Back: Rosalind Dwyer, Kathy Muiuck, Francis Wilson, Lynn Carr-Harris, Martha Scott, Charlotte Sinclair, Debbie Smith. Middle: Deirdre O ' Brien, Julia Berger, Judy Patton, Xandy Smith, Nancy Gale, Deborah Leach, Barbara Thomas. Front: Susan Massey, Elizabeth Greenberg, Jane Martin, Mrs, W ' hitwtill, Penny Parker, Judy Levine, Martha Pimm. Absent: Cathy Cuthbert, Jane Gartrell, Deborah Hunter. 5B FORM NOTES NAME Julia Berger Lynn Carr-Harris Cathy Cuthbert Lindy Dwyer Nancy Gale Jane Gartrell Liz Greenberg Debby Hunter Debbie Leach Judy Levine Jane Martin Sue Massey Kathy Mulock Deirdre O ' Brien Penny Parker Judy Patton Martha Pimm Martha Scott Charlotte Sinclair Debbie Smith Xandy Smith Barb Thomas Fran Wilson Mrs. Whitwill THEME SONG Is She a Girl or Is She a Boy? Eight Miles High Where the Boys Are Wild Thing Laugh! Talk, Talk! Stop, Stop, Stop. There ' s A Kind of Hush Sloopy Let Your Hair Hang Down Love This is My Song Lady Godiva Thoroughly Modern Millie Sounds of Silence Everybody Loves a Clown Penny Lane 500 Miles Half Past Midnight Taste of Honey Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte Downtown I wanna Be Free Barbara Ann My Back Pages Children Behave WHEN THEY LOOK THEIR BEST After a wipe-out on the ski slopes On a basket-ball court Before " Brent " comes In the saddle At Elmwood dances On a 40 mile walk In the washroom before Latin classes When she ' s about to faint At 4:10 At the Ashbury Formal When she lets her hair out When she can ' t get an algebra problem On the tennis courts Bombing downtown in the MG When she ' s not looking in the mirror After a trip home Ringing the bell When she falls in the mud riding All the time Riding in a red convertible The morning after the night before Without elastic bands in her hair Drawing Early Monday morning before seeing 5B 15 FORM 5C Back: Jennifer Smart, Judy Dyson, Liz Ekholm, Freida Lockhart, Lynda Halt, Deborah Grills. Middle: Jane White, Jackie Heard, Janet Stubbins, Margaret Guthrie, Judy Fine, Markie Cochran. Front: Jennifer Coyne Mary Garrett, Theresa Pettet, Mrs. Ferris, Susan Michelson, Vicky Wilgress, Shelley Arron. Absent: Marjorie Nichol, Marianela Soto. A TRIP WITH MEMBERS OF 5C One day MR. MICHELSON asked his son GUTHRIE to go and buy the new horse at Mr. DYSON ' S ranch. GUTHRIE set out on his AARON (d) carrying many COYNE (s) in his pocket. GUTHRIE ran through the WILGRESS and picked some beautiful GARRETT(s) and LOCKHART(s) on the way. When GUTHRIE reached the ranch called " EKHOLM " he gave the flowers to Mrs. DYSON who was as FERRIS a rose. He then saw the beautiful FINE, WHITE horse. GUTHRIE PETTETT the beautiful stallion. After he paid Mr. DYSON the COYNE(s) he stayed for lunch, which was a GRILL (ed) cheese sandwich. He then went and tried to put a HOLT(€r) on the horse but the SMART horse was STUBBINS. Then GUTHRIE waved goodbye to Mr. DYSON. As he left on the horse he HEARD the COCHRAN crowing. 16 FORM 4A Back Row. Sarah Whitwrll, Beatrice Hampson, Rosande Bellaar Spruyt, Patricia Mullen, Brenda Durgan, Christine Haase, Jane Ginsberg. Front Row: Laura Bollen Marissa Goebbles, Miss Black, Lynne Sampson, Debbie Coyne. Sarah Whitwill, Beatrice Hampson, Debbie Coyne and Lynne Sampson Are the confirmation four. Sitting at Mrs. Blyth ' s door. Christina and Laura are a pair. They have a certain flair, They always are together And always in a teather. Brenda and Pat Have out their welcome mat To any swinging beat To kindly take their seat. Marissa and her horses galore. Poor Rosande can take no more. Janie looks on with laughter And here we ' ll end thereafter. And Miss Black says, " Now they go to grade nine. And shall be no longer mine, I have taught them well And there goes the bell And so I say farewell. " 17 FORM 4B m Bl M Back Row. Sally Sutton, Suzanne Leroy, Patsy Derrick, Anne Cooke, Maggie Hinkson, Jane NichoUs, Patricia Lynoh-Staunton. Front Row. Isabel Douglas Deirdre Butler, Miss Black, Francis Dinely, Shareen Marland. Absents Carol Damp, Barbara Nichol, Mary Wainwrig ht. FORM 4B FORM NOTES JANE, SUZANNE AND ISABEL Jane, Suzanne and Isabel Are often caught in the rain. When their " wonderful, beautiful " taxi Is stopped by the weather again. MARY Mary is always in a fuss Asking Carol about the bus. CAROL Carol reminds the class of a boy To all of us she is a great joy. MAGGY Maggy the strong Maggy the tall, The wonderful girl Who can do all. ANNE Anne is always in Hollywood With one of her favourite stars. She buys the latest magazines And loves all modern cars. DEIRDRE AND SALLY Deirdre ' s always cheering For her native land, While Sally knows the kiwi birds In good old New Zealand. PATSY Patsy is olr darling Patsy is our dear. Patsy makes us laugh all day And fills us full of cheer. FRANCES Frances is wild about the Bard And wants an acting career, She loves all kinds of horses And rides them without fear. SHAREEN Shareen ' s our little fidget She worries all the day We wonder sometimes all of us If she ' ll worry herself away. TRISH Trish is brown haired, Sturdy and spry. She likes games and books And blueberry pie. MISS BLACK Miss Black is quite a character She makes us laug h all day When s-he ' s about, just nobody Has anything to say. FORM 3 A AND 4C M Back: Janice Robertson, Cathy Ashton, Tauny Nixon, Shane O ' Brien, Noelle Clark. Front: Anneke Dubash, Barbara Coyne, Mrs. Robinson, Stephanie Turner- Davis, Clare Heath. FORM 3A 4C FORM NOTES Stephanie Turner-Davis Noelle Clark Barbara Coyne Janis Robertson Tauny Nixon Cathy Ashton Shane O ' Brien Clare Heath Anneke Dubash Mrs. Robinson GUESS WHO? I have freckles, my hair is dark, I have dimples, I have no brothers or sisters, I wear blue glasses, I like cats and dogs, I hate bugs and spiders. I like to talk, I have many brothers and sisters, I live in a big house with a swimming pool, I was born ten days before Christmas, my name tells you so. I have two sisters who go to Elmwood with me, and two brothers. I have a pixie cut, I play the piano, I always lose things, I have rosy cheeks and I like to talk a lot. I am tall and skinny, I have auburn hair, I have three older brothers, I like horses and I have pierced ears. I am neat, I talk a lot, I love cats, I can ' t stand spiders, I have a fairly handsome brother, people mistake our house f or a church. I have brown curly hair, I like to talk w ' hen I am not supposed to, I have a dog called Remy and a pretty sister who goes to Elmwood. I love to get into mischief. I am forgetful, my favourite saying is " I don ' t know " , I wear my hair in a braid, I have four broth- ers and sisters. I have dark brown hair and dimples, I am always laughing, I am loyal to Britain, I like cats, and I have been to many countries. I am new here. I have long blond hair, my favourite saying is " Bets! Bets! " I love cats and dogs. 1 have black hair, I drive a blue MG, and I ' have a Centennial project. 19 FORM 3B mm. ' t m ' $ m Back Row. Georgina Mundy, Cathy Moore. Front Row. Christina Cole, Ranjana Basu, Mrs. MacDonald, Sheila Mcllraith, Susannah Rolston. Absent: Sarah Nicol, Delia Soto. 3B is the form most noted for its humour expressed in giggles and noise! their number is few, here are the characters that make up this crew: Cathy is a mixed-up kid, and our prizewinner! Sheila exaggerates any incident for our amusement. Christina is our expert giggler. Georgina is class captain and tries to control this mixed bag. Susannah is our talking parrot. Delia, from Chile, is not so silly! Ranjana is a bard worker and a good planner of naughty schemes. 20 FRY HOUSE Back Row. Paula Lawrence, Trish Simmons, Cathy Maclaren, Margaret Armi- tage, Fran Wilson, Marg Bagnal ' l. Third Row. Marg Thomas, Barb Thomas, Arme Cooke, Judy Dyson, Debby Grills, Charlotte Sinclair, Trish Wilgress, Sue McNicol, Maggie Hinkson, Debby Leach, Janet Uren. Second Row. Sally Sutton, Shane O ' Brien, Liz Greeniberg, Jane White, Janet Stubbins, Patsy Derrick, Jane Martin, Judy Levine, Sarah Whitwill, Jennifer Coyne, Janet Davies. Front Roiv: Christina Coyne, Deborah Coyne, Mary Wainwright, Bev Erland- son. Sue Cohen, Noelle Clark, Cathy Moore, Ranjana Basu. FRY HOUSE NOTES Dear Fry, 1967, as well as being Canada ' s Centennial, has also been one of Fry ' s most rewarding years. Thanks to the co-operation and spirit of Fry as a group we won the House Cup— a moment I shall always look back on with pride and joy. In sports, although not usually our forte, we made a nearly successful come- back, but unfortunately were not good enough to beat Keller— maybe next year. Academically we excelled and our " charity money blitz " doubled last year ' s amount. Thank you Fry for my happiest year at Elmwood. Love, Bev 22 KELLER HOUSE Back Row: Jeff Heintzman, Sue Williamson, Cyn Maynard, Freida Lockhart, Kim Walker, LynnCarr-Harris, Cynthia Magee, Pat Mullen. Third Row: Rosande Bellaar Spruyt, Deb ' by Smith, Jenny Smart, Lindy Dwyer, Joy Wallingford, Lynn Holt, Judy Patton, Xandy Smith, Janet Hughson; Sue Dier, Robin Ogilvie. Second Row: Christine Haase, Angle Andras, Penny Parker, Jane NichoUs, Evva Massey, Terry Pettet Brenda Durgan Sue Michelson, Jackie Heard, Chris Deeble, Merideth Manley, Sue Massey, Christie Morris. Front Row: Anneke Dubash, Francis Dinezy, Isabel Douglas, Tauny Nixon, Carol Robinson, Lu Hodgins, Pat Lynch-Stauton, Christie Ault, Georgina Mundy, Sheila Mcllraith. Dear Keller: The year has passed quickly and now it ' s time to say goodbye. To all Kellerites some of whom will be leaving this year, I would like to wish the best of luck, in whatever you do in the years to come. To those who will be here next year, and to the new girls, I trust you will carry on the spirit of Keller House. This year has not ended in a complete success, but neither have we failed. The spirit you have put into ail our activities made ' being your House Head a rewarding job. There is not enough room to thank each member individually but I would like to take this opportunity to thank you as a group for all the co-operation that I received throughout the year. Again I wish you all the best of luck! Love, Carol. P.S. — A word of advice to Jeff: teach Xandy and Debby how to knit! 23 NIGHTINGALE HOUSE Back Ronx: Jane Blyth, Catherine Thompson, Martha Scott, Sheila Kershman, Cathy Cuthbert, " icky Nicholson, Kathy iVIulock. Third Ron: Sarah Francis, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Deirdre O ' Brien, Margo Frigon, Ann Crook, Elizabeth Ekholm, Alison Conwav, Julia Berger, Maureen O ' Neill Kathy Clifford. Second Row. Jane Ginsberg, Marissa Goebbels, Suzanne LeRoy, Beatrice Hamp- son, Joan Brodie, Margaret Guthrie, Nancy Gale, Elizabeth Tanczyk, Markie Cochran, Martha Pimm, Vicky Wilgress, Mary Garrett, Lynne Sampson, Laura Bollen. Front Row: Susannah Rolston, Stephanie Turner-Davis, Clare Heath, Deirdre Butler, Kathy Rothwell, Vicky Sainsbury, Janice Robertson, Shelly Arron, Shareen Ma Hand. Dear Nightingale: " Non nobis solum " ; this is our house motto. We have lived up to it; we have given the other houses the success, and shared the endeavours. Among our many virtues ( ! ) there are three that are outstanding — faith, hope and charity. Faith, the faith and spirit we have in our house; hope, the hope with which we look forward to next year ' s success; charity, the kindness and respect we have for other people (keep that charity money rolling in!). Thanks to everyone, from the youngest and the smallest to the oldest and the tallest! Thanks for your support, for the red stars you got, for the black stars you didn ' t get, for the fun we had doing our Centennial Show, for a very challenging year. It is not " adieu " , but " au revoir " , since next year will find me in the same honoured position, and next year is our turn to win! Love, Kathy. 24 H T I CANADA This land is like a woman, barefoot in the sun-drenched fields, A gleaming, sun-hot scythe in hand, the earth beneath her heels— Her proud head lifted to the Hving wind. Or in the long, blue winter night the frozen larches bending low To watch as she, in mantle clad, steps lightly on the crust of snow. To drink the beauty of the drifting moon. She haunts the lonely, patch-work plains and gazes up to mountains stark. That rise above the changing seas of glinting gold and emerald dark— Her melting e yes abrim with salt sea spray. Janet Uren. CANADA I know of a land Haunted by few dreams, With few neighbours But many friends. I know of a people With many races, And life diversified. But with strong beliefs. I know of a place With free rains And spring winds, But few storms. I know of a home, Security to share, And warmth of love. But no binding ties. Canada, not a boundary. No borders. No material unity, No undignified peace, No open wars. But definitely positive And positively definite. Susan Dier, 5 A A LAND OF Blue waters, running to the sea. High mountains, reaching to the sky. Soft winds sweeping to the lea And freedom, sweet, surrounding me. The morning blossoms crisp and fair, I gaze across the lightened scene And breathe in sweet refreshing air, Scented by growing evergreen. The robin chirps her joyful song And shrill clear echoes ring along The rills, then bound from hill to hill. Then once again tfhe air is still. The frosty air, the rosy cheeks Of merry hunters out since dawn To hunt the deer among the peaks. And in the rich green valley lawn. CHANCE The boy alone, down at the bank; Deep in mud his naked toes, Hair of red and stature lank. Wearing worn and faded clothes. The barren North, a forest lit With only flames of snow to smite her face. The howl of a wolf in the dead of night, A foot in the snow that leaves no trace. The sweep of the breeze on the fields of gold, The ripening fruit in the glowing sun. The swish of a passing frightened gaggle Of geese, spurred by the beast of a gun. The scarlet sunset streaking the sky. The frothy sea upon the sand. The cascade clouds upswept on high. All this is Canada — a changing land. Jacqueline Heard, 5C 27 ELMWOOD ' S CENTENNIAL PROJECTT, or change " for Frances Wilson, of Elmwood ' s Grade one of her many, was an exchange program with Ten, AHson ( " Timmy " ) Wills came to us for the Crofton House School in Vancouver, B.C. In " ex- month of October. FRAN WILSON The plane landed in Vancouver at eight thirty on Sunday night. All that the Wills knew about me was t ' hat I wore a hairband and was tallish. I en- visioned myself sleeping in the waiting room but we found each other at last. On arriving at 1789 Matthews Ave. Lindsay (Tim- my sister ' s nickname: Jumbo) made me a coke float, took me on a tour of the house, introduced me to Gregor, Christie, Boomer, the dogs — Alaska and Frampton, the cats — nameless, the canaries and the lizard and landed me in bed where we talked for hours. I had a terrible time adjusting to V ancouver time and I was always late for breakfast. That first morn- ing was a chaos during which my belt, tie, bloomers and pencil case lost themselves to be found three minutes before we piled into the car to go to school. The first thing I noticed was the hundreds of trees and shrubs crowded over the houses and streets. There is a lot of open space, even in the centre of the city and the streets, lawns and houses have a well groomed look. Crofton House consists of three frame buildings, one of them an immense gym. This gym could absorb six of ours easily. There is a large playing field and a science lab much less modern than o urs. There are 360 girls in Crofton House and they all went out of their wa ' to be nice to me. I was never lonely or lost because there was always some- one beside me to tell me that room X was the gym, not the science lab, etc. This was ver " necessarv because we had to change rooms for our classes and I was usually rather muddled. The girls in Jumbo ' s class and in mine were es- pecially wonderful. I still find it hard to believe that so many people could be so consistently friendly. They invited me to parties, explained geometry, the bus changes and the school rules. They never seem- ed to mind my endless stream of questions and answered them better than any textbook could. On the last day of my visit, a camp counsellor and three distant relatives revealed themselves. One was my French teacher and the other two were girls in my class. The Wills showed me everything that there was to be seen in Vancouver and Victoria. We went to museums, art galleries, Stanley Park, the Harbour, China Town, U.B.C. West Van, Simon Frazer Uni- versity, Butchart Gardens, the Victoria Wax Mu- seum, Oakridge, a typical farm, Capilano Suspension Bridge and a Japanese restaurant. We ambled through Stanley Park in a ghostly kind of fog. I will never forget the Siwash Rock looming through the mist. Simon Frazer is a masterpiece of architecture. It is huge and unltramodern. U.B.C. is a mixture of the old and the new. I could not decide which I liked better. ' ancouver is a fantastic city. It is everything a city should be and more. I loved every moment of my sojourn there and I hope that many more Elmwood girls have this opportunity. TIMMY " I guess in the beginning she must have been as nervous as I was, but we soon got over that, and became fast friends. Timmy fitted well into our household, and it was fun showing her Ottawa. With our class, 5B, we made trips to the A ' lint, the Padiament Buildings, the War iMuseum, and finally Government House. The Prefects treated us to Chinese food and the Winter Fair, which especially appealed to horse-loving Timmy. One of the high- lights was a lovely evening spent at the ' Mikado ' , and having dinner with the Blyths beforehand. Dur- ing Timmy ' s stay we visited Montreal twice, spend- ing our time touring the city and visiting people. Timmy made lots of friends, and I don ' t think there was anyone she met who didn ' t like her. She was a charming and vibrant person, and the month passed far too quickly to carry out all our plans. I am very glad that she stayed at our house; it was a wonderful experience and as a result I gained a very interesting friend and correspondent;. Nancy Gale, 5B. 28 TIMMY WILLS: " MY MEMOIRS OF OTTAWA " Happiness is ... a month at Elmwood. That one simple phrase sums up my many feeHngs about my exciting month of exchange. I loved every mo- ment that I was in Ottawa and was only too sorry when it was all over so quickly. I must admit that I was extremely apprehensive about the whole exchange idea and wondered on numerous occasions how I could have gotten myself into such a mess. Truly m ' rewards have been many and I wish that others too will someday be able to enjoy and appreciate the wonderful oppor- tunity I had. I was entranced with Ottawa at one o ' clock in the morning when I saw for the first time the beau- tiful Chateau Laurier shining in the dark. After a harrowing plane flight and a long tiresome drive from Toronto, it was certainly a welcome sight. Not really knowing what to expect upon reaching Elmwood, I had an open mind and was surprised at how very much unlike a school Elmwood looked. It was a bit smaller than Crofton House with not as many students, which was an extremely lucky thing for me because I had an easier time learning every- one ' s name. The whole school routine was different but a welcome change as were the course of studies. There is, I found, quite a difference between the curriculums for each grade in Ottawa and Vancou- ver, however ultimately the same work is covered. It was fun to see what everyone else was learning and much of the material I learned helped in my schoolwork at home. One thing I found very interesting and which comes readily to mind were the speeches the girls made in order that it might be decided which or- ganization to support that year. The speeches were so interesting and well-prepared, and the girls so dramatic and confirmed in their beliefs, that it was hard to choose among them all. I thought it was wonderful that the girls themselves choose the group they would like to support and in this way would wish to donate their contributions more readily. Also a different aspect of school life was Sui Sang. His letters were most interesting and brought him closer to all the girls. I would like to mention how nice the choir was at the morning service. Particularly I enjoyed the last service when the girls played their guitars and sang so beautifully. It was a new and different approach to a morning service, for me. Everyone was so nice to the " girl in the kilt " and I appreciated so much all the trips I had the privaiege of taking. I enjoyed them all so very muCh that I can not even pick a favourite; they were all such fun. I truly appreciated the special arrangements Mrs. Blyth made so that we could all attend Govern- ment House. The trip to Parliament made my social studies come alive, so to speak. It was made even more real when the issues we heard discussed in the afternoon were the ev ening Iheadlines. Of course I have not forgotten the trips to the Art Gal- lery, the Mint, and the Museum. They all helped to colour my impressions of Ottawa and were lots of fun as well. My geography certainly improved as I travelled in and around Ottawa, Hull, and Montreal. The Expo City is certainly exciting and beautiful in its " old " and " new " way. I am looking forward with great anticipation to the time when I will be able to explore this city even more, when I come East for Evpo in late August. Everyone was so hospitable and nice to me, in- cluding outside school hours. I remember well the exciting evening at the Mikado and the " different " evening I had with the Prefects at the Horse Show. The crowning point was the dance on the last even- ing I spent in Ottawa. What a perfect ay to end a glorious month! I can not thank enough all the Elmwood staff, and especially Mrs. Blyth, who made my month ' s stay such a happy one; and a special thank you for picking such a wonderful family for me to live with. I certainly appreciate all the time and effort Mrs. Blyth spent on my behalf to make my month of ex- change a memorable time of many exciting exper- iences. P.S. — On re-reading my " memoirs " , I see that I forgot to mention Elmwood as the original home of the miniskirt! 29 THE YUKON For the past two years the Canadian government has sponsored a youth-travel program as part of the Centennial celebration of 1967. Thousands have taken part with the view to acquainting young Canadians vith the vastness of their own. land. Last summer I was fortunate enough to be one of twenty- four studtnts from the Ottawa area who visited the Yukon for a two-week period. Part of the virtue of the plan was that most tra- velling was done ' by train. We spent two and a half days on the way from Ottawa to Edmonton in the luxury of our own private car; by the time we arrived we had had quite enough of the " clickety- clack of the railroad track. " It was a n unexpected pleasure to discover how large is the flat-forested, lake-dotted land of Northern Ontario before it merges into the Prairies. One of the few successful photo- graphs I managed to take during the trip was my first sign of an authentic grain elevator. On arriving in Edmonton we were whisked away almost immediately on a rather painful tour of a plastic plant. Later we were driven around the city by bus. Edmonton has a lovely situation in the Alberta foothills, high on the bank of the Saskatche- wan River. That evening two of the boys managed to acquire a second-hand guitar at a local pawnshop, and we had a party at the hotel in order to celebrate. We had missed not having a guitar with us on the journey west as our singing was slightly less than musical. Next morning we slithered out of bed at the awful hour of six and drove to the airport for the flight to Whitehorse. By this time the girls who had brought t heir entire wardrobes with them were beginning to regret it — we served as our own red- caps throughout the journey. As the plane swooped down over Whitehorse, only a matter of five hours late, there was a general scramble for cameras. The panorama of colours and land below us was unforgettable. The green of the valleys and the barren grey of the treeless mountains blended in breath-taking harmony with the incredible turquoise of the ice-blue river. At the airport the reception committee was wait- ing and we were greeted by the wild dancing of little Indian children. We stood like sheepish sheep on the runway while cameras snapped and people stared. Then our billets — families who had offered to keep us during our stay — swooped down and collected their individual guests. I felt lost when the others had gone especially when my billets failed to come forward. I amused myself by sitting on my suit- cases pretending to be a lost orphan and enjoying the novelty immensely. Finally I was driven into town by a wonderful lady taxi-driver who could have passed for a tobacco-chewing Klondike Kate any day. Our visit, it seemed, was not to be all lectures and tooirs, for the evening after we arrived we attended a party thrown by a Whitehorse girl. It was a won- derful opportunity to shake out the stiff muscles we had collected on our train journey, and to mfeet the young people of the town. Walking home about midnight, we were shocked by the brightness of the night. It was no darker than an early summer dusk; I had forgotten that the Yukon is the land of the midnight sun. I have seldom attended so many day- light barbecues in my life. At first I was bothered by the constant light but by the end of the trip it seemed natural. The return to Edmonton and dark- ness was almost a shock. The days we spent in Whitehorse were filled with sport; we canoed, we swam in hot-springs, we climb- ed mountains, we shot the rapids outside the town and attended numerous barbecues and picnics. The population went out of its way to make us feel wel- come and at home. We spent two or three days in Dawson City, even farther north than Whitehorse. Arriving in a rickety little airplane scarcely big enough for the twenty-six of us, we made a beautiful landing on a classic dirt runway. From the air (between the rolls and bounds) we could see the huge piles of gravel resi- due left over from the gold-dredging. They were piled high along the creek beds in all that rolling mountain country. Dawson City once had a population of ten thou- sand during the gold-rush days; today it is almost like a ghost town. The oldest buildings, including the bank where Robert Service once worked, are being slowly destroyed by the annual flood vi hich rises higher than the ground floor and undoes the architecture. It was in Dawson City that our hostess took us for a surreptitious peek in the door of an old, authentic gold-rush saloon! We were thrilled! It was in Dawson City too that we explored an ice- choked mine shaft and an old miner ' s hut. We pan- ned for gold in Bonanza Creek and went into the largest wooden-hull gold dredge in the world. I was surprised to learn that, as of next year, the gold operations in the Klondike will be shut down. Ap- parently it doesn ' t pay any more. We spent a happy day exploring the country around Dawson in the company of a teacher historian, Mr. Burnside. We returned home that night absolutely covered in mud. Our two week trip ended in Whitehorse at a dance where we met another group of newly-arrived Centennial travellers from Winnipeg. The next afternoon we boarded a plane for Edmonton to the sound of the pipes and drums, and before too long we were back in civilization. Passing through Edmonton a second time we met another Centennial group from the Northwest Ter- ritories, returning from Ottawa. Among them was one girl who had lived her entire life in the wildner- ness with her family. The trip had opened up the world for her. It seemed to give the plan a whole new meaning for me. I ' hope Elmwood girls of the future will have the same good fortune that I had in being a part of the travel plan. Perhaps they will even visit the Yukon. Janet Uren, 6JVI. 30 ROCKCLIFFE Thursday, May 18, 1967, was the date of RockcMffe Park ' s Centennial Celebrations. At about five o ' clock that day, the three Rockcliffe schools, R.P.P.S., Ash- bury, and Elmwood, and most of the villagers, march- ed cheerfully to the gay accompaniment of " pied " pipers over to the new Centennial Park beside the Public School. The Ashbury Cadet Corps, looking quite splendid in full uniform, led the procession; R.P.P.S. and Elmwood followed close behind. When all were settled in the park, the V.I.P ' s. arrived: Their Excellencies the Governor-General and Mrs. Roland Michener, Prime Minister and Mrs. Lester B. Pearson, His Worship Mayor Don Reid, the Lead- er of the Opposition and Mrs. John Diefenbaker, the Reeve of Rockcliffe and Mrs. Gibbons, and many others. The ceremonies began with speeches from the planner, Mr. Humphrey Carver, and the Gover- nor-General. When the " illage Green was pronoun- ced officially open, the massive natural sculptures adorning the centre of the park were dedicated, and christened " Humphrey Stone. " The choir from R.P.P.S., along with our Elmwood Junior Ohoiristers, then sang (superbly!) " Canada! " , the National An- them, and " God Save the Queen " . Next we were told of the waiting feast of barbecue chicken; most of us dashed home to replace uniforms with " civies " , but those who could not resist the tempting aroma arising from the roasting bonfire made a mad dash for the banquet tables, precious tickets in hand. On arrival back at the scene, the fashion conscious were greeted with a mammoth queue, resembling a soup line, of people waiting for a share of the feast. Even ENTENNIAL waiting for an hour was not enough to discourage hungry, grumbling stomachs; they were well, if not overly satisfied when at last stuffed with delicious barbecued chicken, salad, rolls, refresihrnents and ice cream. Food and drinks were abandoned on the fields, half-finished, as people were drawn over to Springfield Road by the sound of music. The Street Dance had started! The young at heart, teeny-bop- pers, and hippies alike swung to the groove of the " Unit Five " , till our faithful Ottawa Valley weather decided to spoil the fun. At the first cruel drops of rain, drums, guitars, and amplifiers were moved in- side to fill the stage of Queen Juliana Hall. The music started again and the crowd flowed into the Hall, happy that the " street dance " was continuing in full swing. At nine-thirty we were called outside again (the weather having cleared up by now! ) to witness a spectacular show of fireworks. The bright colours and dazzling lights could be seen all across the vil- lage and one could tell by the appreciative sound ef- fects of the spectators that they were really enjoyed. The display was topped off by a magnificent array of fireworks in the form of the Canadian flag; we all cheered and sang " O Canada " . At eleven o ' clock the street dance and festivities were all over. The happy but tired Villagers and school children made their way home, sad that it was over so soon, but glad to rest their weary limbs after such an exciting da ' . All those who organized Rockcliffe ' s Centennial Celebrations must be congratulated for the success of such a wonderful occasion. We had so much fun, we wish it was Centennial every year! Jane Blyth, 5 A. THE CENTEN On the last day of the winter term, before we broke up for our long-awaited Easter holidays, Elm- wood expressed its patriotism and national birthday spirit in the form of Centennial House Shows. Prac- tised and planned in secret all that term, the three mysteries were at last unveiled to the delight and surprise of a very captive audience. Fry went first with its amusing interpretation of Elmwood ' s his- tory in parallel with that of Canada ' s. Models slunk onto the stage exhibiting the Elmwood " mini-skirt " and outlining its precarious ups and downs. Keller went next with Lu Hodgins relating the history of our country through its hundred years with Keller- ites acting it out with much miming and hamming. Nightingale, last ' but not least, gave a brief history of NIAL SHOWS Canada set to music, with a selection of folk songs from each province. Alison Conway was the skilled guitarist accompaning the folk-singers. Mrs. Van Dine had been invited to adjudicate the three productions; she remarked on how good they had all been, and how hard it was to judge the win- ner. However she finally decided to pJck Fry House as the winner that day, on the basis of its excellent group participation. Bev Erlandson, proud House Head, walked off with the honours and the prize of ten red stars. The House Shows were very worthwhile projects, as I am sure all those who saw them and participated in them would agree. And what a wonderful way to end the term! 31 ' EXPO 67 " Fantastic, Spectacular, Incredible! This was exactly how I fek when Expo struck me. Upon entering I was engulfed in a world of colour and fantasy. Gondolas, overhead railways, interesting and happy people, music and towering pavilions. To begin with we took the mini-rail to get an idea of the exhibits that appeared most interesting. From this little train, which runs on a rail about twenty feet high, we could see the many things that are often missed on the ground. It rides through pavilions and under water- falls and is well worth the hour and the reasonable fare. The Russian Pavilian attracted us next, but to my mind, unskilled in mechanics and science, it was a bit too technical. For the engineer, architect or scientist it would be the ultimate in recent develop- ment. I did enjoy, however, the sculpture, paintings, handicrafts and stained glass displays. The most interesting and original exhibit, and my favourite, was the British Pavilion. The first section included a moving floor that carried amazed spectators around and up the inside of the symboli- cally incompleted tower. Inside this tower caves reflected ' ' iking, Roman and Anglo-Saxon heads uttering spooky noises and recalling early history. Upon waking through a door, displays of British achievements were revealed. A huge rocket dom- inated the scene while large posters of famous play- wrights, politicians and leaders boasted a long his- tory of inventive people. Nearby, computers produc- ed data cards on all of these people. I tried in vain to obtain some of this condensed knowledge for exam, purposes but too late! — other students had similar ideas. The next section was Modern Britain. Per- haps the most popular exhibit for youth on the en- tire Expo site, it contained " The MOD Look " while Beatle records played constantly and a little Mini- Minor car was painted in red, white and blue. Con- fectionery sweets were abundant, " Land of Hope and Glory " soared splendidly, and a BBC news commentator intoned the latest weather report — " cloudy with scattered showers " — as always! Again we were whisked off into another room boasting British industrial growth. The Pavilion ' s theme — " Challenge of Change " was apparent in the host ' s very " mod " apparel and super-abundance of hair. Would Queen Victoria ' have been amused? The Pavilion of Ceylon is perhaps one of the most beautiful exhibits. Stained glass windows, intricate wood carvings, silver ware, beaten copper and brass and a small scale tea plantation are displayed. About now our tummies were beginning to grumble so we headed for the nearest snack bar where a substantial meal was reasonably priced. It seemed good policy to avoid the international and pavilion restaurants where prices were high and line-ups long. It was, by now, nine in the evening and nearly closing time in the pavilion area so we went, via the free Expo Express, to the theatrical section where the Labyrinth attracts many. This windowless, bleak cement structure is designed to penetrate, (with wierd films and space age inventions), certain areas of the mind that are not often used. The atmosphere is " out of this world " and in some areas frightening. I had better not spoil the rest for you. It is well vorth visiting. Our next stop was at " La Ronde ' " the nightly enter- tainment section. By now it was dark, and the pavil- ions and fairgrounds were lit up with twinkling lights just like fairyland. I was very impressed with the waterfront layout of La Ronde. Old inns and houses lined a dock laden with aged trunks and sacks of oats, while a two masted ship lay off-shore waiting to be loaded. Indian canoes, forts, the smell of salt water and tobacco evoked the years of Canada ' s be- ginnings. The rides are completely different from the usual Midway attractions as seen in the already famous Gyroton. Entertainment was there for all age groups — a dolphin pool, the Youth Pavilion, good foot, international boutiques, to name a few. At two-thirty in the morning my appetite for Expo was just beginning to grow. I know no better place to be " both educated and entertained " . EXPO — Every Exciting Possibility Observed — Canada should be proud. As a Canadian it is both your duty and your plea- sure to visit Expo 67 — the greatest international exhibit in history. Ann Crook, 6M. A most interesting talk was given to us by Mrs. Arthur Piggott on the last day of school before Easter. Her subject was " Expo ' 67 — Man and His World " . The World ' s Fair — Expo ' 67 — is in Mont- real this year, as everyone knows, and provides a great opportunity for Canada to gain recognition in the world. In all, we had a most enjoyable morning, and we all left with a pride in our fair and a longing to visit Expo. Thank you, Mrs. Piggott, from us all. Trish Wilgress, 5 A 32 SPORTS NOTES Although the ping-pong tournament failed to ma- terialize, everything else did, and I think that I can truthfully write the usual statement that sports this year was an interesting, diversified and important part of school life. In the Fall, as always under the competent — not to say inspired — direction of Miss DriscoU, the inter-class softball competition culminat- ed in a victory for SC. Volleyball that term, besides interhouse competition, branched into a series of games against Notre Dame. The interhouse compet- itions were won by Keller, with, it must be admitted, the other two houses far behind. The games with Notre Dame were won by the Elmwood Seniors and the Notre Dame Intermediates. Although Keller was far ahead in volleyball, she was followed closely by Fry in the basketball — a matter of one or two points for the Intermediates and Seniors. There is no hope that someday Keller may not win. In the winter term we also had a ski team, which was very success- ful. With only three weekends to practise, Janet Davies, Martha Pimm, Deirdre O ' Brien, Jane Martin, and Jennifer Smart came third in the Ottawa region, of all schools. We expect great things the next sea- son — at least a first. In this term, too, a new idea — a swimming team — was surprisingly successful, coming seventh out of thirteen schools, against very stiff competition. We also had an interhouse swim meet, which Fry won by a clear majority, trailed for once by Keller. In the summer term, both badmin- ton and tennis games were played with much interest and enthusiasm. Miss DriscoU arranged a round-robin with Ashbury, won again by Sue Dier, partnered by Chuck Fairbum. In the same term, let me never for- get both Sports Day and the rhythmic exercises. Sports Day was won overall by Keller, although the girls Who came first in their divisions were nearly all Fry-ites. The day was sunny and pleasant; the Sui Sang sale was successful, and several records bro- ken: a rewarding day for even the least spoits-minded. The rhythmic exercises crowned the sports year, fin- ishing off with a smashing finale. Miss DriscoU, using her well-known mathematical mind, divided the field so that the school, after marching on to the tune of " The Maple Leaf Forever " , stood in the shape of a Centennial symbol, outlined by colourful Centen- nial flags. At the end of the exercises (performed flawlessly by the students, as usual) the girls stand- ing near a flag held it aloft in one hand, as the school held arms in a V sign — the Expo sign for interna- tional brotherhood. - Though unable to view it from afar, I am sure it was a beautiful sig ' ht, as the multi- coloured flags waved in the blight sunlight. The sports department had a very successful year, and it is hoped that next year we will have those ping-pong tou naments. The thanks must go to Miss DriscoU for this good year, and congratulations for her patience with both classes and Sports Captain, her determination, and her well-earned Best Board- er ' s Cup. Marg Thomas, 6M, Sports Captain. SPORTS DAY WINNERS Standing: Maggie Hinkson (Intermediate); Joy Wallingford and Janet Davies. (Senior winners); Jennifer Smart (Junior). Kneeling: Cathy Moore (Bantam). 34 ELMWOOD SKI TEAM Deirdre O ' Brien, Janet Davies, Jennifer Smart, Marttia Pimm, Jane Martin. ELMWOOD SWIM TEAM Back Row. Penny Parker, Judy Dyson, Trish Simmons, Janet Hughson, Meredith Manley. Middle Ron-. Deborah Coyne, Martha Pimm, Beatrice Hampson, Sarah Whitwill. From Row. Terry Pettet, Marg Thomas, Sue Massey. SENIOR WINNING VOLLEYBALL TEAM: KELLER Back Row. Kim Walker, Sue Dier, Jeff Heintzman, Carol Robinson. Front Row. Janet Hughson, Christie Ault, Joy Wallingford. INTERMEDIATE WINNING VOLLEYBALL TEAM: KELLER Back Row. Jane Gartrell, Judy Patton, Lindy Dwyer. Front Row. Sue Massey, Jenny Smart, Jackie Heard. 36 SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL Tt.v . ENIOR Back Row: Kim Walker, iMarg Armitage, Carol Robinson, Trish Simmons, Janet Davies. Front Ron-. Joy Wallingford, Margo Frigon, Kathy Clifford, Janet Hughson, Sue Dier, Christie Ault. SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL TEAiAL. INTERMEDL TE Back Row. Charlotte Sinclair, Judy Patton, Lindy Dwyer. Front Row: Jane Gartrell, Alargaret Guthrie, Jackie Heard, Jane Martin. 37 SENIOR WINNING BASKETBALL TEAM: KELLER Back: Kim Walker, Lu Hodgins, Carol Robinson. Front: Sue Dier, Joy Wallingford, Jeff Heintzman, Janet Hughson. INTERA4EDIATE WINNING BASKETBALL TEAM: KELLER Back R O ' W: Debbie Smith, Lynn Carr-Harris, Lindy Dwyer. Front Row: Sue Massey, Jackie Heard, Jenny Smart, Judy Patton, Xandy Smith. 38 JUNIOR TENNIS CHAMPIONS Beatrice Hampson, Brenda Durgan, Noelle Clark, Pat Alullen. 39 SENIOR BADMINTON WINNERS Margaret Guthrie, Frieda Lockhart, Jeff Heintzman, Nancy Casselman, Joy Wallingford, Jane Gartrell. JUNIOR ROUNDERS WINNERS - NIGHTINGALE Back Row. Cathy Ashton, Janie Ginsberg, Beatrice Hampson, Suzanne LeRoy, Lynne Sampson. Middle Row: Susannah Rolston, Janice Robertson, Deirdre Butler, Clare Heath, Stephanie Turner-Davis. Front Row. Shareen Marland, Marissa Goebbles, Laura BoUen. 40 On February 24th, one of the coldest nights this year, we had our annual formal party. It was held at the Country Club, which lends itself very well to a party of the size of ours. A change from other years was an arrangement to start the party at nine, with a buffet supper of hot and cold dishes at eleven. This allowed several dinner parties to be organized before the dance. Music was provided by the " Jaegars " , and although the parents seemed to think the music a little noisy, we thoroughly enjoyed it. And always between dances we appreciated so much the drinks kindly donated by Mr. A irsky. I would like to thank Christie Ault and Marg Armitage, without whose help the formal would never have been the success that it was. Robin Ogilvie, 6M. 42 THE DANCES This year we broke way from the tradition of Elmwood dances — were we right? Rather than follow the tradition of each house producing its own dance, the formal committee, with the support of everyone, no matter what house, organized them. The first dance was on October 29th, and we therefore celebrated Hallowe ' en. With the help of juniors and seniors our gym took on a dark and mysterious atmosphere, with spiders, webs and pump- kins. The Jaegers played popular hits to a big turnout. Our second dance was a semi-formal combined with Ashbury. The Unit Five played to a large crowd. This dance was a successful end to, we hoped, a successful term. A ski lodge was the theme of our third dance. Everyone came in casual clothes and played to the ' delayed ' music of the Naughty Boys. As this was our final dance we feel it was a suitable ending to a good year. We would like to thank everyone who helped to organize the dances, who came to the dances, and who contributed such a lively spirit. They were all a great success! Marg Armitage, 5A. Christie Ault, 5A. THE FORMAL FEAST 43 SENIOR CHOIR Back Row. Jane Blyth, Trish Simmons, Liz Ekholm, Freida Lockhart, Joy Wallingford, Charlotte Sinclair, Janet Hughson. Middle Rozi-. Margie Guthrie, Barb Thomas, Debby Grills, Alison Conway, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Jackie Heard. Fro77t RoT ' : Jennifer Coyne, Jane jMartin, Evva Massey, Elizabeth Tanczyk, Janet Stubbins, Vicky Wilgress. JUNIOR CHOIR Back Roiv: Christine Haase, Beatrice Hampson, Anne Cooke, Maggie Hinkson, Jane NichoUs, Suzanne LeRoy, Janie Ginsberg. Middle Ro%v: Noelle Clark, Laura Bollen, Patricia Lynch-iStauton, Shane O ' Brien, Tauny Nixon, Lynne Sampson, Isabel Douglas, Sally Sutton. Front Roiv: Ranjana Basu, Georgina Mundy, Janice Robertson, Deborah Coyne, Shareen Marland, Deirdre Butler, Cathy Moore, Barbara Coyne. 44 PHILOSOPHY NOTES The school has been very busy this year, and it has been difficult to organize many meetings of the Philosophy Club, but Padre Barnett came to a meeting, and after he had talked to us for a short w hile, we discussed lov e and marriage with him in all its aspects — from the emotions and thoughts of love and courtship, to canon law concerning divorce and separation. Rev. Curtis from Buckingham, Quebec also spoke to us, and we spent an enjoyable evening talking with him. FATHER Near the end of the year we had a most exciting and successful evening with Father " Mike " McManus from the Apostolic Delegation, who talked to us about violence! Ashbury sent some of its philosophers (!) to join us on two occasions; next year we hope to see them all the time . . . I ' m sure that there will be many successful Phil- osophy Clubs to come, and I know that Elmwood will always enjoy these Friday evening discussion groups. Maureen O ' Neill, 5A, Philosophy Club President. MIKE At 8:30, three mornings a week, the senior " an- gels " assembled in the music room to tune up their voices. Under the careful direction of Mrs. Har- wood-Jones and the nionitorship of Daw n Harwood- Jones. the choir had a very good year. Although our attempts at anthems were not always appreciated b ' the rest of the school, we enjoyed singing and leading the school in Prayers. The Junior Choir sang at Junior Prayers and Prefect Prayers every Monday and Wednesday, the Senior Choir filling up the rest of the week with Canon Bruce, Mrs. Blyth, and Dean Cartrell. This year we experimented with French Prayers — the hymns, anthems and prayers all in French. It w as a great success and all hope it will be continued next year. The highlight for the Senior Choir this year was " Trial By Jury " with Ashbury; the practices before and after school were never dull and the performance itself was great fun. Thank you, Mrs. Harw ood-Jones, for having the patience and fortitude to direct the Choir. 45 This year for the first time, a member of the Delegatio Apostolics Canadensis came to Elmwood to give religion classes to the Roman Catholic girls. Every Wednesday after school, the little group spent what seemed a very short hour with Father " Mike " McManus — apart from the occasional trip in a cer- tain blue Skylark to the Dairy Queen or the Delega- tion, as a reward for their hard work! Everyone found the classes inspiring and helpful, and always there was laughter. Even those not learning from him came to know Father Mike and his friendliness, whether at the Christmas party, the Philosophy Club, or just at school. Unfortunately, the halls of Elmwood will not see Father Mike again, as he is off to Boston for two years. All his " little darlings " say goodbye and thank you to Father Mike, and give him their ver ' , very best wishes for the future. CHOIR NOTES CULTURE A LA ELMWOOD This year we had a most exciting schedule filled with all types of cultural entertainment: plays, musi- cal performances, and outings. We started the Fall term off with a trip to the National Ballet, which never fails to delight the avid ballet enthusiasts . . . In October, When Timmy Wills was with us, we at- tended Gilbert and Sullivan ' s " Alikado " , performed by the remarkable D ' Oyly Carte Opera Company. Seeing and ' hearing an operetta was a new experience for many of us, but judging from the laughter and applause sounding from the Elmwood section, not one to be easily forgotten . . . Next it was the Vienna Strauss Waltzes on November 7. That was a plea- sant evening filled with deligtitful music; visions of crystal chandeliers, swirling dancers, the Vienna Woods, and the beautiful Blue Danube floated through our enraptured minds . . . 5A and 6AI indulged in a wee bit of extracurricular French culture. A few- interested ones made a visit to the National Art Gallery in the winter to hear Pierre ' iela give a lively recital of French poetry ranging from Victor Hugo to modern poets. Though no one (aside from Mme. Ross! ) could understand every word, the char- acter of the man and the vibrant atmosphere he pro- duced, created worthwhile impressions of French poetry on us. The few jokes we got received uproar- ious laughter, too! In jMarch we went to Glebe High School to see a production of Lorca b - Les Jeunes Comediens. This small troupe of young actors and actresses presented a variety of " poems et chansons " in Spanish and French, then two short pla -s entitled " Les Amours de Don Perlimplin " and " Tragi-comcdic de Don Cristobal " . There was a pitifulh- meagre turnout, but it was evident that those who saw thi. up-and-coming touring group were very interested and really enjoyed the performance. On April 15 we saw A4oliere ' s " Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme " by Le Theatre du Nouveau-Alonde, w ho are performing at Expo. The costumes, scenery, music and choreo- graphy were superb, not to mention the pla ' itself and the excellent production. This will really be a benefit to Grade 13 French, as they will be studying the play . . . During the Easter holidays Mrs. Blyth took 5C to see Shakespeare ' s " Twelfth Night " , as they had read this play in English that term. The Stratford Company performed outstndingly as usual and all the jokes were received very well by the young audience attending the performance . . . Per- haps the most memorable cultural occasions this year were Shakespeare ' s " Hamlet " and " Romeo and Juliet " , performed by the Bristol Old Vic Company. In the evening of Alay 16, tickets and transportation were obtained for those wishing to see " Hamlet " . The following afternoon, forms 5B, 5A, and 6M were let off from school to see " Romeo and Juliet " . Both plays were magnificent. The ingenious revolving stage was an innovation indeed for the usually cum- bersome and inadequate Capitol Theatre stage, and, I believe, could practically revolutionize Shakespeare (or at least destroy the purpose of rhyming couplets!) The actors and actresses of the Bristol Old Vic Com- pany performed these plays with great skill, and were greatly admired by all . . . As well as seeing " Ham- let " , which was on their English course. 5A went to Christ Church Cathedral to see Shaw ' s " St. Joan " , enacted in the Chancel of the Church. The setting was very effective but the actual production was a bit disappointing, especially since the Epilogue was ommitted. However, the Cathedral Players, an ener- getic local amateur group, must be commended for their courage and fine enthusiasm in drama . . . On April 21, Aristophanes ' " The Birds " was presented in the auditorium of Ottawa Technical High School, h - the National Players Touring Company. We were all quite surprised to see how funny Greek drama can be (when modernized!); of course we realized it was slightly adapted but the true ancient Greek flavouring of wit and satire still shone clearly through . . . Before the long weekend in the Summer rcrm, on Alay 18, we had a musical recital at Elm- wood, with our top musicians and competitors in the Ottawa Alusic Festival performing before the whole . ' •chool. It was a delightful afternoon and a great display of talent ... As well as attending musical and dramatic performances, we all went on various excursions throughout the year. 5C went to the Academy Award-winning " A Alan For All Seasons " ; 5R were privileged to sit in on a session in the House of Parliament, by kind invitation of Airs. Wadds, A LP.; 5 A witnessed the opening of the County As- sizes with Airs. Thomas. Other trips to the Art Gallery, the A-Iint, Government House, and places of interest around the capital were arranged for us. Alany thanks go to the teachers who made such ex- peditions possible, and also to Festival Canada for such a wonderful Centennial programme of events, (and student rates!). J. B., 5A. 46 SUI SANG COMMITTEE The various activities in which the Sui Sang Committee has participated this year were numerous. Early in the first term, we sold food at the Hootennanny, and made well over fifty dollars profit. At the end of the second term we sold food at the Centennial House Plays, and again made a good profit. In the third term we served refreshments at " Trial By Jury " , and thanks to the girls who brought food, this too was successful. Truly the great highlight of the Committee ' s activities is the annual bazaar. Each Elmwoodian cooks, knits, sews, or in some way makes something to contribute for sale. This year, we held the bazaar during Sports Day, so that girls and parents could buy at leisure between the various events. We had games and a fish pond, and at the end of the day, we had grossed just under one hundred dollars. The success of that bazaar will enable us to see Sui Sang financially through the summer, and partly through the first term of next year. With thanks to all the girls who donated time, money and effort to help us send money to our foster son, the others on the Committee join me in saying this has been a very successful year. iUoira Phillips, 5A, Sui Sang Committee. ■WW- a YUNG, SUI SANG Sue Dier, Moira Phillips, Trish Wilgress. 47 PUBLIC SPEAKING On Friday, October 7, 1966, before we broke up for the long weekend in the fall, Elmwood held its annual pubhc speaking contest. It is a tradition at the school to speak on " My Favourite Charity " ; the school then supports the winners ' charities through- out the year, thus " kilHng two birds with one stone " . Every girl in the school writes a speech to give to her class and the best from each form are chosen to speak to the school. They are always dramatic and very inspiring; and because they are interesting the time goes so quickly, one seems to forget about the hard chairs or one ' s red hands, sore from clapping so enthusi- astically. We had very good representation from all the forms this year — so good, it was difficult to judge just a few winners from so many excellent entrants. However, by popular vote, the following outstanding speakers were picked: Ranjana Basu, from the lower Junior school, on the Canadian Red Cross; Deirdre Butler, from the upper Junior school, on the CNIB; Kathy Mulock, from the Intermediate school, on the Children ' s Aid; and Robin Ogilvie, from the Senior school, on the CNIB. We supported these charities through the three houses, each girl giving a voluntary amount at her house meeting. There are absolutely no obligations to this charity money; instead it is hoped that, after hearing the charity speeches, we will want to give , and give generously to such worthy causes. The houses raised quite a sum: Keller gave $80.00, Fry $66.58, and Nightingale $65.00. This is a tradition of Elmwood which I hope will never be discontinued. It not only provides many of us with practice in oratory and a chance to " speak out " , but also, one always feels afterward better informed about the other half of the world not as fortunate as us, and thus are more willing to give to charity. 9tf eiise Deirdre Butler Kathy Mulock Robin Ogilvie Ranjana Basu 48 THE CENTENNIAL MILES FOR MILLIONS WALK It was a bouncing start from Parliament Hill on a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning on April 8th. The " miles for millions " walk was on, supported by an overwhelming number of Ottawa citizens whose sole concern was for the needy people of India. The miles vanished quickly beneath our feet be- cause of the enthusiasm. I am sure that the small stores along the route will never sell as many choco- late bars and popsicles as on that day! Our feet were gratefully refreshed with a spray of talcum powder in a small church on the Rich- mond Road at the ten-mile mark. Many hours later, those who made it to Riverside Drive, declared this road as the longest and the most tedious in Ottawa! At this point our spirits lowered as darkness fell and the distance between the walkers greatly increased. Some of us were lucky enough to be accompanied by a radio which cheered us up. Although the forty mile finish at the old Union Station was not reached by all, Elmwood ' s many eager participants were given an opportunity to practice our three house mottos: Fair Play; Not For Our- selves Alone; Friendship to All. Nancy Casselman per- formed for a rewarding sum of over three hundred dollars. Despite the pain of blisters and aching bodies, we all remembered the main cause of our walk. Trish Simmons. MILES FOR MILLIONS OXFAM MARCH Back Row. Judy Dyson, Trish Simmons, Janet Davies, Lynn Carr-Harris, Bev Erlandson, Paula Lawrence, Jenny Smart. Middle Row: Jane Archambault, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Margo Frigon, Debby Smith, Trish Wilgress, Maureen O ' Neill. Froi2t Row: Marg Thomas, Judy Levine, Janet Stubbins, Barb Thomas, Markie Cochran, Vicky Wilgress, Janet Uren. Absent: Nancy Casselman, Kathy Clifford. DEBATING CLUB Debating this year, although off to a slow and un- certain start, improved greatly as time went on and as all of us in the dub learned the strategy of not only returning an argument but of fighting back with vehemence. Under the guidance of Mrs. Whitwill and Mrs. Robinson, the meetings were run with some semblance of law and order, and a variety of topics were brought under discussion. These included: " Resolved — that the war in Viet Nam should be stopped " ; " Resolved — that capital punishment should be abolished " ; " Resolved — that the integration of the forces in Canada is the best policy " . However perhaps the most interesting debate of the season was that topical issue, " Resolved — that Richard III did kill the little princes " . We leave that to your imagination! The enthusiasm of the school left quite a bit to be desired but we hope next year to form a more or- ganized club, encouraging general participation and submission of ideas and thereby gaining support from the school as a whole, not just the small minority. Those of us who took part in debating activities this year have drawn one conclusion: " All ' s fair in love and war and debating! " Paula Lawrence, 5A, President of the Debating Club. THE NEW SCIENCE LABORATORY Early in the Fall term the new Science Wing was opened. Walls had been knocked down between the did Science Lab and the adjoining 5 A classroom to provide space for the new, bright and spacious la- boratory. Modem lecture desks and new experiment tables were added as well as lots of new equipment. The style and plan of the new Lab, as advised by Dr. Laidler, meets the most up-to-date specifications of the Department of Education and incurred the praise of the Science Inspector. Next year it will be perfect for the instruction of Grade 13 biology. We really appreciate the new Lab — the pleasant modem surrourtdings and equipmertt have made science come alive for us and has sparked off an in- terest for this subject. Many thanks to those who helped to produce such a wonderful Lab and also to those who contributed generously to the Science En- dowment Fund. Jane Blyth, 5A. THE NATIONAL RESEARCH COUNCIL On September 27th, 1966, Forms 5 A and 6 Matric were taken to the National Research Council on the Montreal Road. The Council was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary. All of us enjoyed the wave ma- chine — a demonstration of the effect of waves on a ship. We were taken into a room dealing with fire extingTiiShers and fire alarm bells, and were shown a giant hose which rapidly sprays fire-fighting foam into a large pool. We entered a " soundless room " , and saw many other scientific things. But at last we were homeward bound, having enjoyed an interesting, educational few hours. Moira Phillips, 5 A. 50 " REACH FOR THE TOP " TEAM Janet Davis, Vicky Nicholson, Jane Blyth, Marg Thomas. REACH FOR THE TOP Again this year Elmwood sent a hopeful team down to the CBC studios in December. Fearing the worst, Janet Davies, Marg Thomas, Jane Blyth, and Vicky Nicholson were shoved into a taxi. They stormed the CBC cafeteria, ravaged the make-up room, and at last braved the cameras. Lights, cam- eras, action . . . meet the girls from Immaculata! Much to everyone ' s surprise Elmwood won for the first time in history . . . Two months later they faced Shawville High School: same time, same station, same results — Elmwood won again. But that very night they went on to the flight championship with Hill- crest High School and suffered defeat. All in all, the team enjoyed itself immensely (as was evident to those who saw the programmes on television! ) and gained bronze pins for themselves and books for the Hbrary. Elmwood is looking for- ward to next year ' s " Reach For The Top " . W»SH? ARE you J Dawn Harwood-Jones 51 " BATTLE OF WITS ' April 28 and 29, 1967, were proof that Ashbury and Elmwood can still work together. Since Christ- mas the choirs and drama groups of both schools slaved together to present a double bill consisting of " A Battle of Wits " , a prize-winning Canadian one- act play by Norman Williams, and " Trial by Jury " , Gilbert and Sullivan ' s first operetta. In " A Battle of Wits " Robert Hall-Brooks played a pedantic Chinese official with Evva Massey as his wife, while Janet Uren and Philip Loftus fought out the ' battle of wits. In the end Janet played it smart and lost. William Fung freed Janet of her large chunk of fat (her husband) by falling out of a tree on him. Charlie Barnes sat in a corner most of the time and supplied the necessary props, including the voice of a jailkeeper from behind the stage. And last, but certainly not the least admired, was Susan McNicholl who popped in and out with such pro- found statements as, " Tea is served, tea is served! " " Trial by Jury " is the story of a villian in the per- son of Bob Millar, who deserts the beautiful bride, Bev Erlandson, at the altar. She justly determines to sue him for breach of promise. Ken Lawson sup- ports her pitiable plea as Counsel for the Plaintiff and also supports her when she decides to faint. Peter Minogue wished to be " just like a father " as he called it, but was dissuaded by the other charming gents in the jury: Mr. Frank Abel, Mr. Paul Fortier, iMr. Mich- ael Sherwood, Mr. Ian Watson, Mr. Robert Williams, Charles Barnes, Robert Hall-Brooks, Jim Herma n, " A Battle of Wits " — TRIAL BY JURY " Ted Janke, Philip Loftus, John MacDonald, and Ian MacKenzie. Of course, the jury falls in love with Bev and they, along with the lovely ladies in the pub- lic: Jane Blyth, Jennifer Coyne, Elizabeth Ekhoilm, Debby Grills, Freida Lockhart, Jane Martin, Trish Simmons, Joy Wallingford, Vicky Wilgress and Eliz- abeth Tanczyk, rage vehemently against the Defend- ant. The three beautiful bridesmaids, Evva Massey, Dawn Harwood-Jones, and Jackie Heard, add to the confusion by charming the jury (and the audience no doubt!) and bursting into tears when the story of this malicious " monster " is disclosed. During this " nice dilemma " the hilarious usher, Roy Benetto, tries, w ithout much luck, to silence the court and is re- warded with a dismissal to Russia. Finally our Judge, Chris Stone, acting (?) as a dirty old man, comes to the rescue by marrying Bev himself, and thus the operetta ends on a happy note. After the dual-performance was all over, everyone involved repaired to the Harwood-Jones ' for a quiet ( ! ! ) cast party. Everyone was sad when it struck them that their pains and efforts were over so soon, and all hope a similar production will be attempted next year, A very special thank-you to Mrs. Aline Van-Dine, Mr. Frank Abel, Mrs. Lorna Harwood-Jones, and the Rev. Ian Watson for having the courage to direct these productions. Dawn Harwood-Jones, 5 A. Oh, That Cast Party! DRAMA CLASS The Drama Class had a most successful year, largdy due to the efforts of Mrs. Van Dine. It is essential on the stage to act with self-confidence. To help us gain this confidence Mrs. Van Dine made us act on stage with the minimum of propvs and our im- agination. This training was shown in our Christmas production called " The Christmas Party " . The first part of this play was a comedy which was a combina- tion of Mrs. Van Dine ' s writing and our ad-libbing. The second part of the play was the Christmas story with singing in the background, but no words. At the end of the second term we put on a play called " The Fruit of the Spirit " . This play was written by a Grade Eleven student, at Elmwood — Vicky Nicholson. For her play she was awarded a play-writing prize. The final term brought a new era in the drama history of the school, for it was in this term that Elmwood and Asihbury combined their talents in " The Battle of Wits. " ' The drama classes, both Junior and Senior, would like to thank Mrs. Van Dine for teaching us and also to say that we hope next year will be even more wonderful. Susan McNicholl, Senior Drama Senior Drama Prize. Make-Up Session The Stars — Angelina and The Judge The Battle! Enter, The Villian Ah So, Jo! The Enraptured Audience! THE HALLOWE ' EN PARTY The evening of October 31st, 1966 proved to be filled with fun for juniors and seniors alike. The costumes were all terribly well thought up. In the junior school, special mention went to Brenda Durgen for the prettiest costume, Cathy Ashton for the most original, Delia Soto for the funniest, and Shane OBrien and Tawny Nixon for the best pair. In the Intermediate School, prizes went to Terry Pettet for the prettiest costume, and Jane White and Jennifer Smart as the best pair. The senior school costumes were a gay collection, Janet Uren had the prettiest. Dawn Harwood-Jones the most original, Susan Cohen the funniest, Jennifer Heintzman and Nancy Cassdman tihe best pair. After the parade of costumes the school enjoyed the various form plays. Truly, everyone had put a great deal of work into the evening ' s festivities. Otherwise, it couldn ' t have been the success that it was. Cathy Maclaren, 5A. FOLK SINGING Although there is not an organized Folk Song Club at Elmwood, there is no denying the fact that there is a great deal of enthusiasm. Under the en- couragement and direction of Xandy Smith, the mu- sical ability of the Elmwood girls was tapped. There have been several folk-prayers undertaken and ex- tremely well done, considering the lack of practice time, by the guitar-strumming Elmwood girls. In the Fall term we had our first hootenanny, which not only included the voices of Lacey Harris, Liz and Jackie, Alison Conway, and Xandy Smith, but also featured well-known guest artists such as Bob Mason and Group, Bart Hurd, Jim McKrerry, and Jim Mac- Kenzie. Alison Conway. THE MUSIC APPRECIATION CLUB On November 18 th, 1966, the first meeting of the Music Club was held at the home of Sheila Kersh- man. The girls present listened to David Merrick ' s Broadway play — Oliver! — and then its merits, faults, setting and actors were discussed. Refresh- ments were served, and while eating we discussed records in general, listened to records of the girls ' choice, and relaxed. The first night. Music Apprecia- tion was a success. Sheila Kers ' hman, 6M. 54 llTfRAKY IMPRESSIONS OF THE FUNERAL OF THE GOVERNOR-GENERAL On Sunday, March 6, Canada felt a great loss in the death of the Governor-General, Georges P. Van- ier. His funeral on March 8 left me with a number of impressions, many of them direct reflections of what kind of man the Governor-General had been. The march from Parliament Hill to his parish church was, I thought, very impressive. The mili- tary in their uniforms marching all in step down the street, escorting the gun-carriage, made me think of the military man we knew in the Governor-General; couragous in battle, for he lost a leg in World War I, and proud in ' bearing as a man of rank should be. The riderless ' horse, who was slightly rambunctious, was symbolic to me of a being with an unconquered spirit, one who does not give up when death comes. Surely this was the kind of spirit our Governor- General had. The Mass at the church I found calming and peaceful. The service was performed in both official languages of Canada, and by ten co-celebrants from each province of Canada, and Father Benedict, a monk, son of the Vaniers. All did some part of the ceremony, so that the Governor-General ' s efforts to unify the family and the country came to mind, with this idea of all taking part and performing a task to- gether, as one in sharing the burden of grief. As I watched the proceedings on television, al- most everything I saw made me think of some part of the great man ' s character, his intelligence, all of which he gave without reserve to help his fellow Can- adians. Never will his memory fade in the minds and hearts of Canadians, our Governor-General. Janet Hughson, 5 A, Senior Winner. The Governor was a great man. He represented the Queen and he loved children. When his funeral began soldiers marched up and down the street. Then you saw the casket with the Canadian flag over it, from 1888 to 1967. The pall bearers carried his and his army hat and sword and medals. He lived casket into his Catholic Church. Nuns began to sing. His son, John, read the epistle. His horse followed the procession to the Church. The boots were in the stirrups the wrong way round to show that the rider had died. The people came to pay their last respects. He is going to be buried in Quebec. I was about to cry. Georgina Mundy, 3B, Honourable Mention. 58 Every famous man contributes some institute or benefit during his term of office. Governor-General Vanier ' s chief concern was strength and unity in families. He founded the Vanier Institute for Family Unity. The purpose of this institution is to strengthen the discipline in families and give better upbringing to children. He said: " The family is the central cell of civilization. " Another great thing that Governor-General Van- ier did was to bring together the French and Englisih- speaking people in Canada. One of his great sayings is: " I only want to serve. " On March 5 this distinguished Canadian passed away and lift Canada in mourning. On March 8 a sombre procession brought the coffin to the Basil- ica of Notre Dame. In the procession there were groups of army, air- force and navy. There was also the Royal Twenty- Second Regiment of Canada, the Governor-General ' s beloved regiment of whom he was Commander-in- Chief. The coffin came pulled by sailors of the navy and it was draped with the Canadian flag. Behind the coffin, which was on a gun carriage, came a rider- less horse draped in black. The sons of Governor- General Vanier walked behind. The limousines with Madame Vanier and the Prime Minister and others proceeded slowly down Susse x Street. The airplane formation and the Mounted Police impressed me very much. The airplanes came so low that it looked as if they were going to take the top off the building. It was surprising also that the horses shied very little despite the tremendous noise of the seventy-eight gun salute going off every minute. They must have been very well trained. I was also impressed by how the three sons, despite losing a great father, walked proudly behind the coffin. For a very distinguished citizen, his service at the Roman Catholic Basilica was very simple. I was affected by the beautiful sad way Jean read " The Sermon on the Mount. " I think t! ne choir sang very sweetly and in perfect precision. When the concelebrants came up and read the latin in perfect unison I was spellbound. I was interested to learn that they represented each of the ten pro- vinces. The end of the service affected me immen- sely. I was most impressed with the old Catholic custom of walking around the coffin and sprinkling holy water on the coffin and swinging incense around the coffin as the choir sang. He was a very religious man and devoted to his religion and faithfully attended Communion every morning. Thus, as the Queen said, " this most distinguished Canadian " has taken his departure at last at God ' s bidding. Debbie Coyne, 4A, Junior Winner. GEORGES P. VANIER, 1959-1967 Georges Philias Vanier, who had been Governor General of Canada since 1959, was a graduate in law of Laval University. During World War I, he won the Military Cross with bar and the DSO. He served as ADC to the Gov- ernor General, represented Canada at the London Naval Conference, at the General Assembly of the League of Nations and, as Canadian minister to France, remained at his post until the fall of France in World War II. In 1944 he returned to Paris with the rank of ambassador and held that appointment until his retirement in 1953. He died Sunday, March 5, 1967 at- Coverninent ' House 59 THE TRIUMPH OF CHRISTIANITY In the town of Bethlehem the infant Jesus Christ was born. He was to be called the Son of God and the ' life he led has changed the lives of millions all over the world. This tiny child attracted the lowly shepherds of the fields, and the kingly Wise Men from the Orient; yet, it seemed that all the bad in the world was centered on this tiny child from the very beginning. It was the jealous King Herod who wis ' hed his destruction, and finally his own people and Roman politics crucified him for blasphemy and sedition. They could not believe this humble man was the Messiah the prophets had been promis- ing for so many years. They had probably expected a glorious king to lift the people out of persecution and depression; thus, in the end, the Chosen People had hoped to rule the world. They were terribly mistaken. Judaism, the main root of Christianity, had grown from the early Patriarchs such as Abraham, iMoses and Jacob. The Jewish lamentations during the Exile made for the rise of the prophets. The pro- phets promised the coming of the Alessiah or Ap- pointed One, and thus the Jews felt that unless strict laws were kept their Saviour might never come. Unfortunately the letter of the law soon took priority over the spirit of God, therefore, someone was needed now to show the world the true meaning of the Father. The revelation of God was brought forth in the image of a tiny baby born of virgin birth. Perhaps the simplicity of God ' s evolution was difficult for the people to comprehend but, today. Christians all over the world celebrate the beauty and marvel of God ' s ways in the Christmas season. God has truly proved to us that through him all things are possible. The child Jesus Christ grew into a man possessing all the virtues that God meant us to have. Jesus has been called " the Second Adam " for He was sent to free the world from selfishness and hate. Christ resisted the worldly evil and possessed humility, for- giveness, mercy and love; yet, He was totally human. Humility was shown by the Baptism of Christ by a man who openly declared his inferiority to Him. Jesus was humble enough to wash the feet of His followers at the Last Supper before His death. He so cherished humanity He readily died for the love of man from God, and yet, He was equally as ready t o forgive His persecutors — even in the horrors of crucifixion. He gave love to the friendless and hope to the suffering, going far beyond the call of the Father to give the relief. His teachings were simple enough to provide even the tiniest child with the forgiveness and understanding of God. His short life was dedicated to teaching and healing and most of all to God. In the Beatitudes, He praised the poor and persecuted: ' Tor theirs is the kingdom of Hea- ven. " The climax of this good and fruitful life was suffering upon the cross, thoroughly mocked and disgraced. However, this man did not pass through the ages of time as a common criminal. Rather, He lived by the deaths of the faithful who truly be- lieved. The Romans, however cruel to the Christians, il- luminated the path for thousands all over the world to follow. It has been said that " the blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church " , and through persecution the public must have been awakened to the fact that there had to be something in a religion men were ready to die for and at the same time forgive their persecutors. Christianity grew to be a Aope in a dark, prejudiced world, a love for the unloved, and most of all, a supreme promise — a promise that God would always be there to answer prayers and console the suffering. God was: " refuge and strength and a very present help in trouble. " The love of the Lord was promised to all who would be patient enough to seek Him. It is no won- der that people like St. Paul, who once persecuted Christians, were converted and lived their lives in total committment of the service and love of God. St. Paul later died for that love as an example to the Christian world of supreme behef. The final prize came in 311 A.D. when the Roman emperor Con- stantine instituted the Edict of Milan, thus tolerating Christianity and opening the gates to Christian doc- trines. Christianity today symbolizes faith, truth and self- sacrifice. God has shown Himself in true, human form to live and die for us. St. Paul said that we die a thousand deaths daily to be resurrected with Jesus Christ. The memory of Christ Jesus is preserved by the mystery of the resurrection at Eastertide and the taking of bread and wine at Holy Communion. The mysterv and marvel of the Trinity shows us the glory of God in his infinite power. iMoreover, Christ has replaced the " do not " Ten Commandments by: " Love th ' God with all thy mind, strength and soul " and " Love thy neighbour as thyself " . Hence, Jesus has created a positive religion out of the old Alosaic Law. Today we live secure in the knowledge " that Christ came into the world to save sinners " . Thus, ve cannot say we don ' t know God, for the scriptures have proved that God lived in the human form of Jesus Christ. God showed himself in the simplest form and per- haps the most beautiful — by the virgin birth of a merciful individual living in a humble existence. Since Christ felt pain, sorrow, love and joy perhaps that is why our Father fully understands us as He does. Christ said: " Come unto me all that labour and are heavy laden and I will refresh you " . These undying words of comfort help us to realize that there is always someone to turn to in the time of trouble, and that through prayer, the Everlasting Kingdom will be opened to us. We are taught to live positive lives in God ' s path and therefore: " If any man sin we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous, and He is the propitation of our sins. " God acknowledges the fact that we are susceptible to sin, for He Himself once lived among us in human form. Thus, forgiveness is assured when we are led astray. Christianity is world encompassing. We are taught to love our neighbours as we love ourselves, and per- haps if we follow Christian doctrines we may some- day live in the love and brotherhood God meant us to live in. Finally, Christianity is love. St. John once said: " God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son to the end that all that believe in Him should not perish but have eternal life. " This truly is the essence of the triumph of Christianity. Cathy Maclaren, 5 A. 60 THE RIVER There was no reflection. I suppose this was w ' hy I had taken an immediate dislike to this river. My childish mind, always in search of beauty, or that which I considered beauty, lingered on the pastoral scenes with rivers whose waters shimmered and whose banks were green and beautiful to smell and think about. But this water — if it was indeed that — reflected nothing, other than the grey-black of the sky. I cannot even re- member a dull sheen on the surface of the river. It was a tormented mass of thick contorting water. The banks were bare and earthy, and there was only rubble and rocks to add to their ugliness. There were no trees, not even some dead, dried-up stumps of wood that one mig ' ht, in describing the landscape, generously call trees. The sky was as frightening to me as the river, of the same colour and texture. I was there only twice with my family, so it is admittedly not a wholly objective view. I was certain though that this was the only way it was, every day for three seasons, and then in the winter it had a sheet of slimy, thin ice which stained any new-fallen snow a dun grey, undoubtedly as unplea- sant as the river itself. I was never there in the winter but I know that that was just how it must be. On the second of these two expeditions of the fam- ily, of whidh I have spoken, I fancied that I must find the source of this river: 1 must search for the mouth from which this unquiet water spat. I didn ' t tell my mother, for reasons of which any child would be aware, and I didn ' t tell any of my little sisters, for little girls have the most annoying propensity for tattling, and also because I disliked them all. I do not know quite how far up the river I walked, but I know from later punishment that I took a great deal of time. Thus, after an indeterminate space of time, I came to the end, the end of my journey, but the beginning of this terrible river, and it was indeed a cavernous mouth. It was much like the river, dark and macabre, but to a greater degree, to the extent that it instilled in me a fear which the river had not. I wished very much that I hadn ' t come. I thought that I had trodden on — I was about to say ' holy ground ' but that is not in any way appropriate — unholy ground. I fek uncom- fortable and terrified, and I glanced once more at the fathomless puckered hole, and then raced back along the bank of the river, the river that also seemed unfathomable. But now I do no remember all this too well, most likely because my mind was much impressed by these things which I of course did not understand, and I was not happy thinking so long on them. And now it is gone. I suppose it evaporated in the drought. But I choose to think that a satanic abyss opened in the filthy depths of this river, to take back the ill-begotten offspring. I choose to think that this river was sucked back in a manner as horrible and evil as that in which it was spewed up from the opening in the rocks, the ill-chosen goal of my once - upon - a - time journey. I choose to think that the well, deep within the earth, was dried up as punishment for giving birth to this river, but I am afraid even now that I will come across a river just like this one, for I know there are many. Maureen O ' Neill, 5 A POEME Une fois quand je suis restee immobile sur ce bord, La mer a ete tranquille, Et les sables et les brises ont bouge en repos Et le temps a passe. Alors, a cette epoque, j ' ai eu mon paradis; Nous avons epie la vie Et avons chuchote notre amour a une etoile filante, Et le temps a disparu. Mais a present, le rez de maree s ' enfle Et detruit mon etemite; Je suis cachee par la nuit des temps qui epaissit Et le temps s ' est arrete. Kim Walker, 6M. 61 THE OLD MAN The sudden glow of the match, and the hiss of the gas startled the old man from his reverie. The burner of the stove ignited and glowed with a steady blue flame. The man turned, and pulling the cupboard door open, stooped arthritically until he arose again with a full, metallic tea kettle. As he let the tap water run slowly into the spout, he exam- ined the kettle ' s black painted handle. He noticed that the chipped area of the handle was larger than usual, and mentally calculated that between washing the kettle and putting it away, the handle had receiv- ed an extra bump which had delodged some of the semi-rotting paint. The kettle was put on the burner, and the old man returned to his bedroom which also served as a sitting-room. His name was Marcel Proux, but it could have been Jack Smith or John Doe to everyone else, for he talked with no one and said little except for a brief hello to his landlady who knew him only as " the man in apartment four " . He was a good tenant and paid his monthly rent punctually from his old age pension cheque, the rest of the money going to food and other necessities. He lived, or rather existed, alone in his tiny apartment in the middle of town. His interests were few although he was seldom bored, and his mind was constantly filled with thoughts that you and I would never give the time to think about. During the day, or when he was not sleeping, he took time to notice the small changes that took place in his apartment and outside on the busy street. He found great pleasure in observing changes, but what he took the most pleasure in was observing the weath- er tower on top of the Canada Life building. The tower was just visible from the window in his bed- room, and he had arranged the room so that he could awake and see through the window the bright lights shining from the tower. He enjoyed this mechanical creation of man, but was attracted to it for the sole reason that it was always right. It represented a visual paradox to him. Every day, the lights would flash a different elementary coded message about the wea- ther. That was change. But the fact that it was always a correct forecast gave the old man a feeling of security, and confidence. He saw an " everlasting- ness " in the tower which made him feel that as long as it flashed its accurate message, everything would be well for him. The water was boiling loudly on the stove, and the kettle protested the continual ' heat underneath by ut- tering a long and shrill whistle. The old man arose to go to the kitchen, and as he did so, he passed the bedroom window and catching sight of the weather tower, he chuckled softly to himself. The old man ' s thoughts were half in French and half in English. He imagined the younger people of the city laughing sardonically at the tower which was predicting show- ers, but the day was warm and sunny. Yet by the end of fhe day, the younger people were not laughing as they trudged home soaked to the skin by a sudden s ' hower. Now the tower laughed, and so did the old man. He removed the kettle from the burner, and moved to fetch a cup and a teabag. He placed the bag in the cup, and poured the boiling water over the bag. He noticed the colour change in the water — from a light brown to a deep, rich brown-red, and sniffed the wonderful tea smell which surrounded the cup. He returned to his bed, and sat quietly sipping the tea, giving his mind time to ease back into the day- dream which he had begun earlier. He was thinking about the past. He remembered the small Quebecois village where he was born. Life was always sunny then, and surrounded with people — brothers and sisters, and aunts and undes and cousins. The Great War came, and he was shipped off to Europe. Life was fast and exciting in those years, and he met many people. The old man ' s eyes sparkled at the memory of the war years. He learned enough Eng- lish in the army to fall in love with, and propose to an English girl. When the war was over, he returned home, but settled in Ontario. After that the years seemed to speed by. It was difficult to find employ- ment and the Depression made it more difficult. Keeping five children fed, however, left little time to think about hard times. Then suddenly everyone grew up and left, and it was a long time ago that his wife had died. He didn ' t blame the children for not keeping touch, as they had a hard row to plough too, and he always gave the impression of being an independent old man anyway. The soft pitter-patter of the rain provided a musi- cal background for the old man ' s reverie, and since the hot tea had relaxed him, he put the cup down, and slowly lifted his feet up to the mattress. He lay back, and rested his head on the pillow behind him. He looked over to the cheap wooden bureau on the other side of the room. His meagre belongings were placed neatly beside each other on the bureau top. There was not a speck of dust to be seen, al- though a few thin grey hairs hung helplessly on the comb. One drawer stood slightly ajar, and, the old man remarked silently, had a new crack along the front. Soon he was lulled to sleep by the rain, and the last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was a flash from the tower. " Right as rain " , he muttered to him- self, and smiled softly at his pun. Through the night the weather tower on the Canada Life building flashed on and off, on and off. The mes- sage it relayed was " rain " . However, the sun rose slowly that morning, and let its rosy, red fingers creep silently over the sleeping world. It rose in the clear sky, and birds sang everywhere. But the old man did not stir. Still the tower flashed " rain " . The setting of the sun brought a new colour to the sky, everywhere there was a violet haze, and the younger people scurried home carrying their raincoats over their arms. (Their sardonic faces as they passed the tower seemed to say, " I told you so " . But the old man did not rise to look out of his window and ob- serve the tower ' s first mistake. He had died quietly in his sleep.) Jane Archambault, 6M, 62 CENTENNIAL CENTRE The horizon brought The dawn; Pigeons awoke, Cooing content From old rafters bent Over the canal. A short song, For soon their home Would be gone. A building that had once been The nation ' s link Would serve its annual purpose. And, thereafter Would fall to grey cement — As grey as the feathers It had sheltered. Cathy Maclaren, 5A. A LUNAR FAIRY STORY " " Please, Grandma, just one " , pleaded the young girl. " Well, alright, but it ' ll be short " , she warned, " So hop into bed now. Ready? I ' ll begin. Once upon a time there was a girl, a little older than you, who lived with her mother on the moon. " " Oh the moon? Just like ... " " Yes on the moon. Please let me go on. The girl enjoyed doing many things, but her very fav- orite pastime was sitting on an enormous mound in her front garden watching rockets. These rockets were long, silver-coloured objects which appeared regularly from the direction of earth, a faraway planet. " " Earth looked very lovely from the moon, so calm wich its muted shades of blue and green that she used to think how pleasant it would be to live, or just go there. " " One day as she sat watching the rockets, her Mum called out to her to call her in for dinner. " " O, I wish I could go to the earth! " " Why do you want that? " her mother inquired, a trifle sadly it seemed. " It is such a peaceful looking place; so far away and serene. It must be nice to stay there. People say it is very warm and sunny in parts. " " Yes, that ' s true darling, " said the mother, " but I wouldn ' t want to live there. " " Why on moon not? " questioned her daughter, " I think quite the opposite. " " Ah, but you haven ' t heard what all the people say. I have heard what some of our spacemen, who have actually landed on Earth report. They say that on the surface it looks most desirable, but ... " " You see! I can ' t be wrong if other people agree with me! " cried the girl, coming to a rather illogical conclusion. " Allow me to finish. I was going to say that althoug ' h the first impressions are pleasing, that w ' hen when they have been there for a sihort while, their enthusiasm dwindles and then disappears entirely. " " Why! " in a disbelieving tone. " Because they find that the disadvantages outweigh the advantages. Disadvantages such as poverty. " " Not if you work hard surely? " questioningly. " And quarrelling. " " Not if you ' re nice to people, " triumphantly, " And lack of food. " " Well, " weakening, " " but I ' d take lots of food with me. " " The mother began to feel anxious for she knew that her daughter was a wilful and determined child and if she decided to do something, she usually car- ried out her plans. " Just then another rocket flashed past them and at the same time an idea flashed into the mother ' s head. " " Listen, " she said quietly and desperately, " Why do you think all these rockets are coming here? " " Why I . . . guess . . I don ' t know " , said the young girl quite unwillingly. " Because they want to escape from all the things I have just told you and many more which you wouldn ' t understand. " " How do you know this? " challenged her daugh- ter. " Your father and I have been told that the moon authorities have picked up conversations from these rockets on the radar screens. Also, what I have told you is just what the earthmen say. Anyway let ' s go into dinner now — it ' ll be getting cold! " The grandmother shifted her position. " So you see, that was only another unfulfilled dream. When I was that girl ' s age, I too wanted to go to Earth and now I am so glad that my mother forbade me. I know better now " she concluded. " Goodnight and sleep well. " " G ' night, Grandma, " murmured a sleepy voice. " Thank you. " Wearily the old woman rose and tiptoed from the room and went thoughfuUy downstairs, reflecting upon all the trouble on the Earth and how it was affecting this planet. " Yes, I know better now, " she sighed as she gazed at the distant luminous Earth. Margaret Bagnall, 6M. 63 NOSES, NOSES, NOSES!! Ever since I can remember I have loathed my nose. As a child it was a sorepoint, a detestable bur- den I had to bear, a punis hment for some crime I couldn ' t recall committing. One could never imagine the complete desolation I felt when it came to pick- ing of parts at school and I was invariably chosen as pinnochio or the standard long-nosed villian. This sort of thing bothered me so, that I developed the peculiar habit of sitting with one hand partly cover- ing my face, hoping to appear more attractive yet actually looking as if I had some chronic skin disease or was an underwater diver preparing for some fan- tastic descent. How I envied those with snub or skijump noses! Even pug noses appealed to me as I suffered under the weight of my own! I had a tremendous complex — I shrank from regarding my- self fullview — the shock was overpowering! All I could do was pray that someday a miraculous change would take place and my aquiline nasal column would become a lovely short structure or by some wierd chance, thin lumpy noses would be the height of fashion and I would emerge victorious. For the time being however the excuse, " as a baby I was in a terrible accident " , would have to suffice. Then one day someone asked whether my vision was im- paired by the length of my nose and I realized then and there that I couldn ' t continue through the rest of my life with THIS perpetual curse. I had reach- ed the point of saturation. Feeling terribly wounded and unbelievably dramatic I approached my father and pleaded that he supply funds for plastic surgery. My father however seemed amazingly unpreturbed and suggested that for the same price I could engage a phychiatrist who could teach me to love my nose! I exited, crestfallen. No one seemed to view my problem in all serious- ness or with the concern it deserved. Didn ' t they realize what a tragedy it was for me to spend my life semi deformed! I mean, it ' s not so easily dismis- sed! Realizing that I was getting no support I withdrew and began to analyze the situation. Per- haps I could bang it into shape myself but it was a bit of a risk. No, I would just have to accept the inevit- able — my nose was here to stay. Once, while browsing through an old history book I found a picture of a woman with a nose similar to the shape of mine and underneath it the words: " This wo- man ' s long straight nose was a sign of classical beauty. " I spent the rest of the day in a daze and for the first time in years I was able to stand in the bathroom and look at myself — full face! Classical beauty! Maybe my life wasn ' t completely over after all. There was a glimmer of hope. Thus stimulated I began to consider other aspects of a lone nose. Being at that stage of adolescence when one is completely enchanted by the glamour of the " stars " , I had a surplus of those vivid and supposedly enthralling movie magazines, which I read faithfully. A sudden thought sprang into my mind and I began to rummage through my crumbling collection. I soon found what I wanted and began to tack up various pictures. From all sides photos of Barbara Streisand, Danny Thomas, Jimmy Durante, Charles de Gaulle, and many others, with the same marvel- lous resemblance — their noses — stared down at me. (Odd isn ' t it that all large nosed people have warm smiles and versatile personalities?) I no longer scorned my nose but looked on it with a certain air of pride. It was strong and sturdy, a mark of distinction. I now face the world bravely, regarding my tor- mentors with careless disdain and cheerfully ignor- ing such ill remarks as: " What are you? Some kind of aardvark? " Paula Lawrence, 5A. ON FIRST LOOKING INTO C0LE3 NOTES Muth have I struggled with the reams of work, And many goodly poems and plays have seen. In this pursuit of wisdom I have been Engag ' d; and told that meaning there does lurk. But I have gazed perplexed into the murk In all my days at school, out of the scene, And never did I breathe a breatlh serene Until Cole ' s Notes from query did me jerk. Then understand did I my English prose As Cole rewrote " Macbeth " mercilessly. The meaning of Ovid ' s poetry grows On me, though from Cole ' s ghastly rhymes I flee. Now peaceful in my classes I may doze. As I regard the fearful tests with glee. (With apologies to Keats, and the headmistress.) Margaret Thomas, 6M. 64 SONNET CONSCIENCE The amber-eyed and empty hearted moon, I saw it brim last eve with shadowed light. I tasted aeons in the wordless tune Of restless stirring in the sheets of night. Beneath that ' burning eye the world was spread— The dark embroidered fields of flower-gold. And moments lingered — moments ever dead, And voices in the night were soft and bold. Yet even dauntless radiance proud will grey To opal sky — these moments cannot last. Beneath the probing fingers of the day The songs of nig ' ht will die like dreams and pass. So sing in the dawn that will not stop or stay. Of shattered silence crushed beneath the day. J. Uren, 6M. Memory mine do you have to stay? Cruel memory Wander astray; Oh, what I could do with yesterday. Destructive thoughts are all too clear, Disturbing thoughts — The cost is dear; Why did I live in that yester-year? Deep inside is devil and sorrow, A hate inside For a life demolished; Let me not make this mistake tomorrow. The mind is made that fate is mine; A dying mind For a life abolished; Never to happen another time. Trish Simmons, 5A. Elementary Elucidatory Essay on The Eventual Evolution of The Ear Crimson caverns of cartilage wilfully wind their way inward toward the congested centre of our brain-burdened beanie holders. Fortunately, the two channels which convey incongmous impulses to our central cerebellum have, until now, failed to converge and thus form a hollow hall. It is highly possible however that, in the evolution- ary process and the constant re-adaption due to external forces, the ear may undergo a startling series of changes not dissimilar to that of mankind ' s little toes. I voluntarily venture to propose that the degen- erate descendants of the previously specified species will also be lacking an outer (and inner) organ of utmost usefulness — the ear. From constant convulsive attacks upon the super- sensitive system by blurps of the boob-tiabe, the cavities of conductivity will have recessed far into the head forming an immense hollow tube, surround- ed by a veritable vaporiferous void. It is common knowledge that " Homofuturus " will have only four of his former five toes. Susan Partridge, 5 A. NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE The old man shambled down the main street of the small town, apparently not noticing the looks of annoyance on the faces of the adult passers-by. He passed the saloon and the small shops, still gaz- ing at the ground in front of him, until he reached the row of houses. Then, at the cries of joy, old Harry Blue glanced up, his face brightening as the children came bouncing out of their homes, eagerly anticipating the inevitable pieces of licorice in the old man ' s pockets. It was a routine. Every day the children dragged him, protesting, and at the same time, grinning, to a porch where he sat recounting stories of the past to his little listeners. He never failed to come and they came to love and depend on him. Their par- ents couldn ' t understand it. He was just a useless old fool, who was a nuisance to the town. But every day his audience came to greet him. At times he would become completely caught up in his tale and was only brought back by a squeaky " What happened then? " But today it was different. He did not stir when one of the youngest tugged at his sleeve. They hailed a passing man who looked at Harry and said, " Fle ' s dead. " The children started to weep, and one ran into the house, his face in his hands. The man looked surprised. " What ' s the matter? " he said. " It ' s only old Harry Blue! " Janet Hughson, 5A. 65 CHILDHOOD REGAINED Warm sunshine flooded Jesse ' s bedroom and fell upon the little boys face. Upon awakening he felt worried. Something was wrong and it affected him like a heavy growth on his brain that pushed out all other thoughts. Yet he could not remember what it was. As sleep left his body the memories of the past day came tumbling upon his mind like a pile of soupcans falling from a shelf in the super- market. Yesterday the gang of boys down the street had taunted and mocked him because he would not take the shiny new pocket knife from the big downtown department store. All the other boys regularly stole toy guns and rubber swamp creatures without get- ting caught. " It ' s easy " they said. " Don ' t be chic- ken. " But Jesse ' s freckled face quivered at the thought. The biggest boy who looked about ten and was fat with blonde hair that fell over his eyes w ' hen he talked gave Jesse a push which made him run down the winding alley that led to his home. Immediately afterwards he had been deeply sorry. That boy who had pushed him could hit a baseball further than anyone he had ever seen and Jesse also admired the way the boy defiantly shook his head back and maintained a stony hostile silence when the teacher asked him a question which he could not answer. It is one of life ' s puzzles the way that young children are placed in the ' highest estimation by their peers if they have a low amount of scholastic know- ledge. The child who is at the top of the dlass is not respected as much by his classmates as the child who speaks with impudence against authority. During our adolescence if we develop normally and form a responsible attitude towards society and religion, these former ideas are reversed. The values that are held in childhood are exchanged for newer ones that are in gear with adult society. It is the people who never cast off these warped conceptions that eventually form the criminal element of society. The thoughts were too deep for a nine year old like Jesse to understand yet. He only knew that if ' he took the pocket knife successfully these boys would like him and never again would they make fun of him. He had decided to do it. The porridge that his mother made for breakfast seemed dry and tasteless in his mouth. His mother, with hair in lilac metal rollers and cold cream on her face seemed for the first time frightening to Jesse. It seemed as though she knew what he was going to do. The children on the block were playing skipping on the way to sc ' hool and rhythmically chanting to the beat of the rope: Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear turn out the light Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear say Good Night! The voices, marbles and base-ball games were s ' hoved to the back of his sub-conscious as he walked determinedly into the big department store where his friends were waiting for him. They agreed to wait in the glass ante-room and watch him take the knife. Jesse swaggered with false confidence towards the jewellery counter while his eyes s ' hifted ner- vously from side to side in quest of possible floor- walkers. His forehead perspired under the shaggy sandy hair and he felt a queazy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Boldly he approached the knife coun- ter while his keen little mind was weighing the advantages of two alternatives. Should he just grab the knife without looking around so that he would not attract attention or should he look both ways and risk looking guily if someone saw him looking around suspiciously. He decided on the former course. The knife glinted tantalizingly on the shelf from its buckskin pouCh and with a deft flick of his wrist he grabbed it and concealed it in his striped jersey sleeve. His heart was beating wildly from this new adventurous experience and he started to walk out of the store with pretentious casualness feeling a tinge of exhilaration. Somehow he did not feel that way for long for soon his shoulders slumped with shame. Faces flashed across his mind, faces he loved and respected. Lastly he envisaged his teacher. " God sees you all the time even when you think he can- not. If you lie or steal he is sorry because ' he is your Father " , she had said. Without quite knowing why Jesse made the most important decision of his young life, he walked back to the counter and replaced the knife on the rack. No one had seen. Outside the sun was shining. A woman smiled at him. The children were still singing in the street. His voice rang in harmony with them and his chubby hands clapped in time with the return of childhood ' s innocence. Joan Brodie, 6M. 66 FRUSTRATION Cut, crush, Scrape and more of Screaming, dreaming. Cry and bore. A happy sad Of good and bad; Wet and blind. Still and mad. Dead and more of Destruction, Corruption, Exhaustion, Oblivion, The earth as a place: Dreamer Mad A loser of the race; Alone. Trish Simmons, 5A. BRITAIN S CHILD O child of Britain So rash, so raw So recklessly young. How does the world look to you? O child of pastness When Indians were alone Among your long-grown dreams. How does the world seem now? O child of presence When many wander free Among your crystal castles. How will the world seem later. A POEM The black blob came flowing, Closer, Closer The others could run fast. But my feet were stuck to the ground. With all my strength, I jumped: Higher, Higher; I flew into the sky, Over the telepihone lines. The blob loomed ahead: Bigger, Bigger. I swooped upward in the air. The blob was left beneath. Faster, Faster; Light winds against my face. They were cool and refreshing. Blue birds forsook their trees; Flapping, Flapping, To join me in the sky. We could be free from the earth. Their blue melted into the sky. Fading, Fading; The wind died and the dark sun was warm. All was quiet, then I woke up. Dawn Harwood-Jones, 5A. O child of chance If the future comes And you are older then. Will you be worldy-wise? If by chance, O Canada, Young you be no more. Think carefully of this thing — How humble was the child? Kathy Rothwell, 6M. THE MIDNIGHT NOCTAMBULATION They walked down the lane together. The sky was full of stars. They reached the gate in silence. He lifted for her the bars. She neither smiled nor thanked him, For that he knew not how. For he was just a farmer ' s boy. And She a jersey cow. Charlotte Sinclair, 5B. SANCTUAIRE Dans une caveme des rochers pendus— Dans I ' antre noir, Je me cacherai loin de la main tendue. Pour vivre sans espoir. Dans la foule tous les yeux se fuient— Les ames sont sourdes. Personne n ' arrete et dans la nuit, L ' esprit est lourde. J ' habiterai entre les mers profondes, Avec les dieux perdus; Sous les ombres pourpres d ' un autre monde. Loin des cieux connus. Janet Uren, 6M. 67 SINISTER OBLITERATION OF A MAN It happens now and then, on certain coasts of Britain or Scotland, that a fisherman or a traveller strolling on a sandy beach, at low tide, far from shore, suddenly notices after a few minutes that he is walking with great difficulty. The sand under his feet feels like shoemaker ' s wax; the soles of his s ' hoes stick; it is no longer sand, it is glue. The beach is perfectly dry but with each step he takes, as soon as he lifts his foot, the print is filled with water. The immense beach is level, even and tranquil; you can ' t distinguish the solid ground from the unsolid. The man follows his route, trying to find support;— he is not worried. What is there to worry about? But he feels as if his feet become heavier and heavier as he goes along. The weight of his feet is multiply- ing with each step. Brusquely he sinks, sinks two or three inches. He is now positive he is not on the right route; he stops to get his bearings. Suddenly he looks at his feet; they ' ve disappeared! The sand is covering them; he tries to pull them out but only gets in deeper. The sand is at his ankles. He tears himself out and throws himself to the left. Sand is now halfway up his leg; he throws his weight to the right; sand is at his thighs. He realizes in an unutter- able terror he is caught in quicksand and that beneath him lies a dreadful environment where man can no longer walk, and fish no longer swim. He lunges his weight, unloads himself like a ship in distress; he is losing time, the sand is over his knees. He yells, frantically waves his hat or his handker- chief, the sand is swallowing him more and more. If the beach is deserted, if land is too far, if there is no hero in the vicinity, it ' ll be the end, he is con- demned to this appalling interment, long and un- faihng, implacable, impossible to delay or hasten, which lasts for hours, which never ends, takes you standing up, free and in good health, draws you under by the feet, which, with each futile effort, with each insistent cry, pulls you down under a little more; it seems to punish you for increasing your grip, for resisting. He sinks slowly into this murky earth, and all this time he beholds the horizon, the trees, the green countryside, the village farms in the fields, ships ' masts on the sea, the birds that fly and sing, the sun, the sky . . . The unfortunate tries to sit up or to lie down, to creep or crawl; all movement he makes buries him; he tries to sit straight; he sinks, he feels himself being devoured. He shrieks, he be- seeches the skies, he twists his arms hopelessly. He is up to his stomach in sand; up to his chest; —his bust is all that is left; he lifts his hands, he emits furious groans, he leans on his elbows to free him- elf, sobbing frantically; the sand rises, reaches his shoulders, his neck, only his face is visible. His mouth wails — sand enters: silence. His eyes are staring — sand closes them: darkness. His forehead diminishes, a tuft of hair flutters over the sand; a hand seeps through, makes a hole through the sand — moves, agitates — vanishes; sinister obliteration of a man! Cynthia Maynard, 5A. MY PAST ADVENTURE My name is Pennelius and I am a centennial penny. I have just had a very hot bath but feel very new. All my brothers and sisters and I and my mother and father live in rolls of pennies at the bank. I am very happy until one day a little boy comes in with his father. He asked his father if he could have a particular roll of pennies, and with my small sharp eyes I saw he was pointing to the roll I was in. My brothers and sisters were happy, but I was sure we were in for trouble. A few days later I found I was right! I went home in the boy ' s pocket which already had in it a chewed piece of gum, a pencil, an eraser and a pen. I was very miserable and unhappy. When we got to our new home I heard the boy ' s mother call, " John dear, dinner time. " I now knew his name but before he went to dinner he took me up- stairs into a room where I met a pig who said he was going to eat me. I soon found out that it was a pig who kept pennies for John. The pig was very com- fortable inside and I was very gay in my new home until one dark and stormy night a huge cold rough hand grabbed me up and put me in a pocket. After- wards I found out that it was a thief. My heart was beating so hard I was sure he would hear it, but he didn ' t. In the bag I found a hole and decided to make my escape. I wedged through the hole onto a hard stone pavement and before I knew it I was being trampled over by hundreds of long round things which I realized were people ' s feet. In the morning I was picked up by a little boy and when I looked up into his smiling face I found it was my own master, John. An hour later I was back in my pig and sleeping soundly. Now the pig is kept in a locked drawer with the key well hidden. John soon put me into a pig all by myself because he never wanted to use me to buy candy or any other foolish things. He want- ed to keep me as a reminder of when I was stolen and found again on the hard stone pavement. Barbara Coyne, 3A 4C. 68 LA FUITE NOCTURNE AU BORD DE LA MER Le murmure vivant est exhale Par la jeune lumiere de Taurore Et il souffle Sur les braises De mon ame dormante. La paix de la nuit passee M ' enveloppe toujours: EUe attise tout de meme La flamme, comme font les paroles douces D ' une mere A son premier-ne. Pensee, petite pensee, tu donnes Une chiquenaude de langue a mon sens. Pensee — delicieuse, paresseuse — tu voles Seule, primo Au reveil d ' un coeur. Le monde, neuf comme la rosee Qui fait glisser les pas des consciences. Me salue. La joie, lente, puis plus vite, enfin est Un torrent coulant dans une riviere De Vitesse. Le monde, annonce par Une de ces pensees precieuses — Bijoux de notre humanite — Je ne peux pas I ' oublier, appelee Par une nostalgie de tout ce Qui est libre, beau, vrai. La grandeur d ' existence court Avec le sang; Court dans les os, dans les essentiels. Cette verite — Chanson de I ' esprit, I ' heritage ancestral De I ' homme, Tourment, triomphe — est un chemin Lisse et pret, Seduisant Devant mes pieds hesitants. La liberte est a moi — le vent E souffle comme une haleine d ' amour; Les choses immuables restent Droites et justes Pendant la tempete. On ne pent pas abandonner L ' univers. Pour un moment Le temps s ' est arrete Comme s ' il n ' existait jamais: Le monde s ' en est alle Et je ne I ' ai jamais vu. Pour un moment . . . Puis, comme la fleuraison D ' une rose brulante mais sans armes Pour les dangers. La vie revient et, soupirant, Je me reveille. Vicky Nicholson, 5 A. Les vagues bercent, le vent soupire; Les voiles blanches d ' un navire Resistent a I ' azur du ciel Clairement, comme une mouette belle. La brise siffle dans les palmes. La mer dort silencieuse et calme. Le sable d ' or sur les rivages. Qui dure pendant de longues ages, Est lance rudement et lave Toujours par la fidele maree. Les flots derapent, le vent s ' eleve, Et le navire secoue son reve, S ' en va, se fane, devient plus fin; Et bon voyage, mon brave marin. Que tous les vents et vagues une fois Conduisent ton navire a moi. Elibameth Tanszyk, 5 A. PROBLEM SONNET FOR TENNIS PLAYERS For one who loves a " tilt-and-try-it " prose, I never can be free with lyric rhyme. My pen cannot with easy lilt sublime Serve out and hit that lyric on the nose. They say by any other name t ' is called a rose, I ' d rather win a set with serve on line Than try and fit my words into design. First eight then six my sonnet to enclose. There ' s octave, and sestet to come; it can Be done without an ounce of content yet. Shall I survive another four that scan Like equal bounce of balls beyond the net. In flight to catch the flashing rhymes I ran— I lost; that ' s game; it ' s eight and six and set. Margaret Thomas, 6M. IRRESPONSIBILITY Dawn comes; brightening skies. Student rises glassy eyes. Monday morning; untouched books. Guilty conscience; scathing looks. Physics classes; no one passes. Herded masses; finger-printed glasses. Distant lunch; hunger pangs. Dragging seconds; teachers ' fangs. Lunch comes; clattering chairs. Grace said; discuss affairs. Post-noon classes; climbing stairs. Boredom rampant; no one cares. Closing bell; lockers crashing. Swinging doors; students dashing. Cages open; books for looks. Irresponsibility . . . Margaret Armitage, 5 A. 69 CANDLES Have you ever really studied a candle from the time of its first flicker into the glory of its bright- ness until its flame is snuffed by breath and blown out? Candles know the merriment of birthdays, the intimacy of twiHght dinners for two, the joy of weddings and the sadness of death. Candles have a long history. For many years candles were the best means of light after dusk. Probably the first candles were made of tallow. Tallow is the fat of sheep or oxen. It is believed that a monk discovered the candle in the Middle Ages. They were first made by a process called dipping. A wick was dipped into melted wax or tallow and when the wax had hardened it was dipped in again. This was done until enough wax was built around the wick. Candles are made in all shapes and sizes. The flame through its magic ways brings you into the land of daydreams. The bright yellow glow waving gently back and forth in the light breeze of someone ' s hreath hypnotizes you and takes you far away. In your dream land you see fairy knights and queens, you see the future or the past or you see the wonders of the world. I ask you again: " Have you ever really studied a candle? " I have come to the conclusion that candles and their flames are in some ways mystic and beauti- ful. Lynne Sampson, 4A. EVE OF DESTRUCTION Fear and havoc were sweeping the world. For weeks, violent tremors of the earth ' s surface had been felt everywhere, and rumor had it that per- haps any day the earth would ' be one raging volcano. Many, caught up in the whirlwind of hysteria, be- came more terrified while others merely waited in frightened silence. Within a few days the rumor had, in part, been confirmed. The explanation offered by experts was, in simple language, that mighty cracks stretching for miles towards the centre of the earth had resulted from subterranean vulcanism. The danger lay in the possibility of fur- ther volcanic activity which would widen and split the cracks towards the very core of the earth. Once this happened the earth would not last for long afterwards, and it must therefore be evacuated. This astounded the world — an evacuation of its entire population was something beyond any im- agination. Furthermore, where was the world to emigrate to? Hysteria reigned once more. Following broadcasts were heard in disbelief as experts unfolded an incredible plan to the public. The world ' s entire populace was to migrate to the newly discovered planet — Zeus, which was, in fact, much like the earth. Experts from all fields — scientists, archi- tects, engineers and builders were rocketed to Zeus to prepare the planet for its invasion. Tons of sup- plies that were essential were sent every day. Whole cities were being constructed at the designated land- ing points. While hundreds were thus occupied on Zeus, pre- parations were underway on earth. It was estimated that the final destruction of the earth would not occur before five years ' time, and it was expected that the first rocketloads of people would leave the earth in two years ' time — never to see it again. During this stage of preparation people lived with a singleness of purpose. Every man, woman and child was involved in some way in the mass production of mammoth rockets that would bear them to a new world. No one lived without fear — fear of the un- known, which was accompanied by glimmers of hope and thanks to God that every life could be spared. Within two years, preparations had been completed on the new world. The momentous day had arriv- ed, and a rocket was despatched from the new planet to the earth to get the evacuation underway. The aircraft shot through space, streaming past streaks of stars. Within the cabin dials clicked and blinked. A hand reached out and flicked a switch on the radar screen. A tiny dot came into view and grew larger and larger, as the s ' hip raced closer and closer. The pilot was tensed with excitement. He was a hero — the saviour of the world. His breath came quickly through the smile that played on his lips; his nails dug deep into his wet palms — his eyes stared riveted to the screen. Closer and closer he careened towards the earth. Now its familiar shape could be seen through the window, from which the pilot never shifted his gaze. His expression changed suddenly to one of puzzlement. The earth seemed to glow and swell, as if sucking in its last breath. Sweat poured from his brow in rivulets as he watched the strange phenomena taking place far below. Hypnotized with horror he saw the smold- ering, fiery ball that was Earth spitting sparks and molten ash into space. His eyes stared from his head. As he instinctively veered the ship away, his face was working violently with emotion, and he saw the world crumble and disintegrate beneath him. Jeff Heintzman, 6M. 70 MY EXTRAORDINARY PET One day as I was walking in the sun I saw a huge egg as big as a boulder. I walked towards it, hesitating a little. I picked up a piece of wood and cracked it open. Out came a dog thirty-two feet high. I said, " Boy! You are big. " To my surprise he talked. He said, " Yes I am. " " Let ' s go home, " I said. " Okay " , he whispered, and then he continued, " I am a bit shy " . We went home and found Mum and Dad out. There was a note on the table saying, " Go over to the farm. We got a call from Aunt Olive and have gone to visit her. " I sighed, " Let ' s go! Oh! By the way, what is your name? " " My name is Mortermus dog. You can call me Mort, " he said. We went along the road to the farm. I found Uncle Charlie in the potato patch. I told him about Mort and he said, " One of my horses fell down from exhaustion. Now Mort can pull the wagon. " So the next day Mort pulled the wagon and I rode on it. Uncle Charlie said, " Mort could eat raw meat. " But we found Alort liked candy eggs and cereal best so I went to the store and asked the clerk for candy eggs and cereal. He said, " Candy eggs in November? Isn ' t it too late for Easter? " I told him about Mort and he said, " Easter eggs, cereal and dogs thirty-two feet high. Quite a mix- ture! " The next day Mum and Dad drove up the lane and got out. I told Dad about Mort and he said, " You ' re dreaming " . I went round to the dog house. jMort was gone. Ever since then I have never told anyone about Mort but yesterday I thought I saw a glimpse of a dog thirty-two feet high! Christina Cole, 3B. MY AUNT FLO Have you ev er met my Aunt Flo? The poor person has nowhere to go. She will stand on her head And dread, how she ' ll dread The time when she ' s somewhere to go! Clare Heath, 3A. CUSS There once was a boy named Guss Who always created a fuss While he fought with a doll His sister played with a ball Wasn ' t that silly of Guss? Anneke Dubash, 3A. THE MAN WHO ATE PAINT I once knew a man who ate paint (And he is a very good saint) He is very sick And as thin as a stick And always is feeling quite faint! Tawny Nixon, 4C. RUMKIN I had a sly cat named Rumkin Who always had pains in his tumkin. He ' d shriek and complain. But never again Have I seen a cat named Rumkin! Clare Heath, 3A. THE KITCHEN RAID For my fifteenth birthday I decided to have a pyjama party. The date of my birth just happened to be December 25th, which as you know is Christ- mas Day. My parents were going to a midnight festival and would not be home until three o ' clock in the morning. My friends and I promised that we would get to bed at a reasonable hour. After Mum and Dad had left, and we were all snug in our pyjamas, we trudged downstairs to the sun- room, where a woman was just going to be stabbed in cold blood, on television. After that bit of excite- ment we all felt hungry. In fact we were all so hungry we decided to raid the kitchen. We thought the fridge would be the best place to start. In there we found cooked ham, sour cream, left-over rice and cottage cheese. In the bread-box we found cookies, cake, donuts and apple pie. We thought finally that we had pulled out enough to last us so now it was time to eat. I had a simply gorgeous time feasting over my apple pie which for me is a very rare treat. My friend Sarah ate a whole package of donuts. Brenda ate all the cot- rage cheese and sour cream. Finally Marissa, who would have preferred sugar lumps, had to help me finish my apple pie. When we had finally finished gorging ourselves we scurried off into our sleeping bags for it was almost three o ' clock. It was quite a while before I heard my parents come yawning in the front door. After my mother had hung up her coat she popped her head into our room to see if we were all asleep. We had our eyes shut tight and tried not to gigle. Finally Mum went off to bed. Oh, how we did deceive her for if she had known what had really gone on she would not have been pleased. But you won ' t tell her will you? Janie Ginsberg, 4A. 71 JULY My name is July, And I ' m often quite hot, Some people dislike me, But many do not. My warm summer sun. And slight little breezes Do not bring on colds, Which might lead to sneezes. The water is cool, And the beaches are dry. The sky is pale blue. And the small birds fly by. Unfortunately, my weather Doesn ' t please everyone. For some people loath The idea of a run. They complain of the heat, Sitting on their cool porches. They say: " There ' s no breeze. And that horrid sun scorches! " Luckily though, One-half of earth ' s people. Enjoy summer sports. And aren ' t lazy or feeble. Ann Cooke, 4B. MY TRIP I am now just a lump of copper waiting in line to be made into a shiny new Centennial penny. I heard a big man say that I and my friends are going to have a beautiful bird in flight stamped on our fronts. Oh no! Here I go to be squashed up and be made into a penny. Ouch! That was hot; am I ever glad that ' s over. Now I am being put in a glass case and I heard someone say we are going to be sent to Montreal and put on display. Soon I am put in a box and shoved in a large delivery truck, and taken to the train station. I am put in a car, the train starts. Rumble, rumble. When the ride is over we are taken outside. There are many buildings outside and cars rolling by. It is very noisy. Soon our delivery tmck comes to a stop and I am lifted out of the truck by a pair of greasy hands and thrown down a long dark shoot. At last we hit the bottom. Thud! Night comes very quick- ly and I become frightened. At last morning comes. After a while a lady picks me up and places me in a room that goes up and up. She picks me up and places me on a shelf where I fall asleep. When I wake up many faces are staring at me. My long trip is over and I am at last on display! Noelle Clark, 4C. MY EXTRAORDINARY PET I have a pet, an elephant with big green eyes, a long trunk, four fat legs and one skinny tail with a curl in it. He is called Tiny because he is only a baby ele- phant. I got him in Africa where I am staying now. Tiny weighs about a thousand pounds but by the time he is older he ' ll weigh about three tons. He is five feet tall. Tiny just loves to take mud baths. Sometimes he can find his own mud but he usually comes to me. He gets down on his back and sticks his feet in the air and starts to make the noise that all elephants make with their trunks. Then I have to get water and find soft earth to put it on. Sometimes I have to go far from my home, but then I get on Tiny ' s back and he finds the way home easily. Shane O ' Brien, 3A. LULLABY TO JESUS Sleep, my baby, sleep. Sleep, my baby, sleep. Don ' t let out a peep. Your Father has gone away. The shepherds are here. The sheep are all astray The sheep are near. But they ' ll be back some day. Sleep my baby dear. Sleep, my baby dear. Tawny Nixon, 4C, 72 THE HOUSE! The house on the hill Is very still There are bats flying around the windows There used to be ghosts But not any more They have visited Satan For the rest of their house-haunting days. Anonymous — found in Junior Study. MY PENCIL I know a big pencil named Ned Who really should stay home in bed. He ' s got stripes on his back And a colourful hat, Have you seen my big pencil Ned? Shane O ' Brien, 3A. THE ADVENTURES OF THE FOUR PEVENSIE CHILDREN IN NARNIA One day, after reading one of the Namian ad- ventures, I closed the book with my eyes shut and gave a loud sigh. Just then iMummy shouted, " Cathy! Come and have dinner! " " Oh dear, " I said in a whisper. " I must not let Mummy see my new book! " You see, my mother was going to have her birthday the next day, and this book was going to be a present. After dinner I went upstairs to bed. That night I dreamed that I was Lucy in the story I had read that day. It was a bright sunny day, and a magician was coming to our door-step. He rang the door-bell and I answered. Mv mother asked, " Who is it, dear? " " It ' s Monsieur Magic de Magician, " I said. " He wants me to take the magic step into the so-called world of Namia! " " You can go into your so-called country of Nar- nia, " Mummy laughed. " But first ask if there is a British consul there! Ha, ha, ha! " Well, I took the magic step, and in a snap, I was in a wood and around me there were three children. There was a girl called Susan, and two boys, one called Edmund and the other called Peter; but the strangest thing of all was that there was a lion, w ' hich I finally found out was called Asian. A white per- son with black hair and sharp long finger-nails, was standing in mid-air! The white person was called the White Witch. She was bad, very bad. The White Witch was going to attack me, but then, (whew) my mother woke me up. Cathy Moore, 3B. CATS Cats are very soft and sly, Ours can even catch a fly. He sits and waits and then he pounces So the flies are caught in ounces. Some cats are black and w ' hite Others go out at night. They slink around along the ground But do not make a little sound. Clare Heath, 3A. LULLABY O sleep now, my Lord, And sleep in peace. Let the light of God Shine down upon thee. Let the stars shine down upon thee, Let holiness sleep with thee Until the rise of the mom. O sleep in peace Lord. Anneke Dubash, 3 A. 73 Maureen O ' Neill, 5A Senior Art Prize. 74 Left to Right: Janet Davies (Physical Education Gold Medal, 6M Proficiency Gold Medal); Barbara Coyne {Southavi Cup); Lu Hodgins, (Summa Surmna- mm, Maynard Sportsmanship); Vicky Sainsbury (Philpot Token). VALEDICTORY Mr. Chairman, Mrs. Blyth, Distinguished Visitors, and girls of Elmwood. I would like to say what an houour and privilege it is to have been chosen to express the thanks and goodbyes for the graduat- ing students. It is very difficult, however, to say goodbye to Elmwood for one is never quite able to put into appropriate words the worthwhile mo- ments of happiness and achievement which are com- monplace at Elmwood. I have no doubt that Elm- wood has become as much a part of those girls who have been here only for a year or so as it has for those of us who have enjoyed it longer. In this year of Canada ' s Centennial, Canadians are looking back at their past benefits and accomplish- ments — as well as forward, with hopes and plans for the future. The graduates here today are also looking back. We remember the Christmas parties, sportsdays, bazaars, and the previous closings. These will always remain in our memories. It is very easy to take for granted the ordinary duties of school life — prayers, classes, and studies — until one rea- lizes that never again can these moments be recap- tured. In looking back, we would all like to thank Mrs. Blyth and her staff for enduring us with such under- standing and patience. We wish them the best of luck in future years. To every girl here Elmwood will never be as im- portant as on this — the day of closing. For the graduate, this is the day when she realizes that never again will she freeze with Elmwood in the winter or swelter with Elmwood in tunics in the summer and from this day on will always be classified as ' an old girl! ' . We all hope that those of you who are carry- ing on at Elmwood will recognize and appreciate all it offers before your last day at our school. We are also looking forward to the new horizons we will see on leaving Elmwood. Although we leave with a normal fear of the unknown, we are taking with us the confidence acquired here. We will not really be leaving — Elmwood ' s ideals will aways ' be with us. I would like to thank our head girl, Lou Hodgins, and our Head Prefect, Susan Cohen, for the valu- able assistance which they gave all the prefects this year. We could not have succeeded without their help. Our best wishes go out to Mrs. Blyth for the new grade 13. I ' m sure it will prove to be a great success. Graduations are usually a time for sadness because they mark an end to one phase of our lives and signify the beginning of another. But today, in a year of looking ahead, the word graduation should hold promise — its Latin root means step and in Elm- wood tradition we believe this step will be forward. Thank you again for all that you have given us. Vicky Sainsbury. Pat Mullen (Laidler Cup for Merit); Barb Coyne (Southam Cup for Junior High Endeavour). 77 ELMWOOD Prize List FORM PRIZES: Awarded for the highest average for the year. Form 3B— Ranjana Basu 85 percent. Form 3A— Clare Heath 85 percent. Form BC-iCathy Ashton 88 percent. Form 4B— Anne Cooke 93 percent. Form 4A— Deiborah Coyne 95 percent. Form 5iC— Elizabeth Ekholm 86 percent. Form 5B— Kathleen Mulock 93 percent. Form 5A-- Victoria Nicholson 96 percent. 6 Matric— Margaret Thomas 88 percent. PROFICIENCY STANDING 80 percent and over up to and including 5B 75 percent and over in 5A and 6M Form 3B- Cathy Moore 84 percent, Christina Cole 80 percent. Form 4C— Stephanie Turner-Davis 81 percent. Form 4B— Deirdre Butler 92 percent, Sally Sutton 85 percent, Mary Wainwright 85 percent. Form 4A— Sarah Whitvi ill 92 percent, Lynne Samp- son 91 percent, Jane Ginsberg 84 percent, Marissa Goebbels 83 percent, Christine Haase 80 percent. Beatrice Hampson 80 percent. Form 5C— Jennifer Coyne 82 percent, Jennifer Smart 81 percent, Jacqueline Heard 80 percent. Form 5B— Julia Berger 87 percent, Frances Wilson 84 percent, Susan Massey 81 percent, Charlotte Sinclair 81 percent, Martha Pimm 80 percent. Form 5A— Maureen O ' Neill 87 percent, Jane Blyth 87 percent, Angela Andras 86 percent, Janet Hugh- son 83 percent, Cathy Maclaren 81 percent, Paula Lawrence 80 percent, Moira Phillips 80 percent, Elizabeth Tanczyk 77 percent, Christine Deeble 75 percent, Patricia Wilgress 75 percent. Form 6M — Janet Davies 87 percent, Jane Archam- bault 85 percent, Lucille Hodgins 80 percent, Kim Walker 79 percent, Margo Frigon 79 percent, Janet Uren 79 percent, Beverley Erlandson 78 percent, Vicky Sainsbury 75 percent, Ann Crook 75 percent. IMPROVEMENT 10 percent over last year ' s average. Tauny Nixon, Janet Stubbins, Judy Patton, Joy Wal- lingford, Beverley Erlandson, Susan McNicoll. JUNIOR PRIZE FOR EFFORT - Georgina Mundy, Jane Nichols. JUNIOR PRIZE FOR PROGRESS - Sheila Mc- Ilwraith. June, 1967 SENIOR PRIZE FOR PROGESS-Susan Michelson. JUNIOR DRAMATICS - Frances Dinely. INTERMEDIATE DRAMATICS - JacqueUne Heard. SENIOR DRAMATICS - Susan McNicholl JUNIOR ART - Sarah Whitwill. SPECIAL SEWING PRIZE - Lynne Sampson. JUNIOR SEWING PRIZE - Cathy Moore. MOST IMPROVEMENT IN SEWING - Deirdre Butler. INTERMEDIATE ART - Judy Dyson. SENIOR ART - Maureen O ' Neill. ART, GRADE 13 - Ann Crook. SCRIPTURE - Form 3B, Cathy Moore; Form 3A, Clare Heath; Form 4C, Cathy Ashton; Form 4B, Shareen Marland; Form 4A, Christine Haase; Form 5C, Deborah Grills; Form 5B, Nancy Gole; Form 5A, Victoria Nicholson. JUNIOR CHOIR - Jane Ginsberg. SENIOR CHOIR - Dawn Harwood-Jones. MUSIC — Patricia Lynch-Staunton. mothers; guild public speaking - Jun- ior — Ranjana Basu, Deirdre Butler; Intermediate — Kathleen Alulock; Senior — Robin Ogilvie. STRAUSS CUP FOR POETRY - Janet Uren. INTERA4EDIATE MATHS PRIZE - Frances Wil- son. INTERMEDIATE SCIENCE PRIZE - Julia Berger. FRENCH PROFICIENCY PRIZES - Junior - De- borah Coyne; Intermediate — Kathleen Mulock. LAIDLER CUP FOR MERIT Awarded to the girl who, not necessarily the highest in the form in studies of sports, 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: Patricia Mullen. THE SOUTHAM CUP FOR JUNIOR HIGH EN- DEAVOUR — Awarded for the highest endeavour in all phases of 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 lea- dership, good standing in her class, keeness in sports, and friendUness and helpfulness to others in the school. AWARDED TO: Deborah Coyne. 78 SPORTS AWARDS Green Form Drill Cup - 4B - Form Capt. Carol Damp. Wilson Senior Sports Cup - Joy Wallingford and Janet Davies (tied). Dunlop biter. Sports Cup - Maggie Hinkson. Farquier Junior Sports Cup — Jennifer Smart. Bantam Sports Cup — Cathy Moore. Symington Interhouse Basketball - Keller House, Sports Capt. J. Heintzman. Interhouse Volleyball — Keller House, Sports Capt. J. Heintzman. Interhouse Sports Cup — Keller House, Sports Capt. J. Heintzman Daniels Senior Badininton Singles — Joy Wallingford. Jackson Senior Badminton Doubles — J Heintzman and N. Casselman. Mather Inter. Badjninton Singles — Jane Gartrell. Intermediate Bad ninton Doiibles — F. Lockhart and M. Guthrie. Junior Badminton Singles — Brenda Durgan. Junior Badminton Doubles — Brenda Durgan and Patricia Mullen. Banta?n Badnmiton Singles — Tauny Nixon. Bantam Bad?mnton Doubles — Tauny Nixon and Shane O ' Brien. Fauquier Senior Tennis Singles — Evva Massey. Wilson-Gordon Senior Tennis Doubles — S. Mc- Nicoll and B. Erlandson. Smart Intermediate Tennis Singles — K. Mulock. hitermediate Tennis Doubles — K. Mulock and S. Massey. Junior Tennis Singles — B. Hampson. Junior Tennis Doubles — B. Durgan and P. Mullen. Bantam Tennis Singles — N. Clark. Physical Education Gold Medal — Janet Davies. Maynard Sportsmanship Cup — Lucille Hodgins. WINNERS OF THE VANIER MEMORIAL ESSAY (Chosen and awarded by Mrs. Alex Perley-Robertson) Senior School — Janet Hughson, 5A. Jtinior School — Debbie Coyne, 4A. Honourable Mentions — Alison Conway, 5 A; Kathy Mulock, 5B; Freida Lockhart, 5C; Anne Cooke, 4B; Cathy Ashton, 4C; Georgina Mundy, 3B. House Head Awards — Fry: Beverley Erlandson; Keller: Carol Robinson; Nightingale: Kathy Roth- well. Edith Buck Religious Knowledge Pnz — Kim Walker. Senior Latin Prize — Jane Archambault. Senior French Prize — Margaret Thomas. Mrs. Tanczyk ' s Russian Prize — Janet Davis. Senior Geography Prize — Jennifer Heintzman. Matricidation Maths Prize — Janet Davies. Matricidation Science Prize — Vicky Sainsbury. Matriculation History Prize — Lucille Hodgins. Matriculation English Prize — Janet Uren. 5 A Matricidation Latin Prize — Jane Blyth, awarded in 5A by Dr. and Mrs. O. F. Firestone. 5 A History Prize — Cathy A4claren General Improvement in 6 Matric — Beverley Erland- son. Current Events Cup — Margaret Armitage. Boarders High Endeavour — Old Girls House Motto Prize — Fry: " Friendship to All " , Margaret Armitage; Keller: " Fair Play " , Joy Wallingford; Nightingale: " Not for Ourselves Alone " , Dawn Harwood-Jones. WINNER: Joy WaUingford. Graham Form Trophy — 6 Matric: Form Capt. Lu- cille H odgins. The House Trophy — Fry: House Head Beverley Erlandson. Edwards Gold Medal for Good General Improvement — Patricia Wilgress. All Round Contribution to School Life — Margo Frigon. Best Officer ' s Cup — Susan Cohen. Ewiiig Cup for Character — Jane Archambault. Headmistress ' Prize — Robin Ogilvie. Gold Medal for Highest Proficiency in 6 Matric — Janet Davies. 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: Victoria Sainsbury. Summa Summarmn — Awarded to the Senior Girl who has tried most faithfully to live up to the ideals and best traditions of the school and who possesses the qualities of integrity, trustworthiness the spirit of comradeship and the capacity to achieve. The winner ' s name to be added to the illustrious list on the placque in the Hall. " Award- ed to: Lucille Hodgins. 79 OLD GIRLS ' NOTES On September 24, 1966 we had a successful turn- out for the basketball game and luncheon. It was a happy reunion, especially so because we beat the present day girls 12-8! Please note that we now have a Cross Indexed Filing System on Old Girls which we wish to continue enlarging, to be of assistance in renewing old friend- ships. Mrs. Clement Buck Trenhayle: 73 Reabarn Road, Brixham, S. Devon, England. Daphne Wurtele — Mrs. Fraser Abraham; five child- ren and happy. Mardie Aldous — Junior librarian. University of Sus- sex; spending the year in England. Molly Blyth — First Year, Carleton University. Joan Campbell — Librarian for Arctic Biological Station of the Fisheries Research Board of Canada. Dorval, P.Q. Judy McClaren Caldwell — Living on the good old St. Lawrence; three children — Svnthia 9, Kathryn 7, Rdbert Wz. Susan Cruickshank — Interior decorator for Eaton ' s, College Street, Toronto. Camilla Crump — Able mathematical assistant to the Postmaster General of England ' s Labour Govern- ment. Marianna Greene Barker — Head of Toronto ' s Old Girls ' Group. Katherine Inkster Ferguson — iMedical Social Worker at Ottawa Civic Hospital. Brenda Firestone — On Scholarship at Queen ' s Uni- versity. Cathy Firestone — On Scholarship at McGill Uni- versity. Wendy Gilchrist Flyn — 86 Eaton Terrace, London S.W. 1, England — Head of Overseas Old Girls ' Group. Sally MoCarter Gall — 5 children; Secretary-Trea- surer of Old Girls ' . Deborah Monk - First year McGill. Lois Mulkins — Secretary in the Secretary of State Department. Jenifer Woolcom ' be Oxenham — " Les Etargs " , Do- maine de la Ronce, Ville d ' Abray, 92, France. Anne Bethune Perley-Robertson — Governor of Elm wood and housewife! Jane Rodger — Mrs. K. Bouchard; graduated from Ottawa Civic Hospital School of Nursing. Candi Schwartzman — Second year student nurse at Jewish General Hospital in Montreal. Lindley Shantz — Trent University. Andrea Sparling — Bishop ' s University. Betty Caldwell Walker — Prescott, Ontario; 2 sons: Michael 17 - Ridley; Peter 15 - High School, Prescott. Helen Murdoch Woodruff — Committee for Girl Guides of Canada; 2 boys and 1 girl. Audrey Laidler — Studying for her B.Sc, University of Sussex, England. Judy Nesbitt Reid — President of Old Girls; 3 daugh- ters; Susan 8, Jill 5, Sheila 1. 1966 GRADUATES: Lindsay Bishopric — Carleton University, Q year. Susan Burgess — Neuchatel Grade 13. Sandra Carrigan — Carleton University, Q year. Pat Carleton — Grade 1 3 Fisher Park High School. Maria Conde — Carleton University. Dolphi George — Lycee, Paris. Lynn Greenblatt — Ottawa University. Carolyn Jones — McGill University. Fiona McDonald — Belri School, Switzerland. Mary Mackay-Smith — Ottawa Day Nursery. Jane iMirsky, Carleton University. Lucia Nixon — Marie-de-France, Montreal; Bryn A4awr 1967-68. Sybil Powell — Nepean High School, Grade 13. Janice Pratley — Carleton. Alargot Rothw ell — Belri School, Switzerland. Jane Skabar — Lisgar Collegiate, Grade 13. Fleur Wallis — Jersey, Channel Islands, Trent Uni- versity 1967-68. Linda Peden — Mrs. William M. Edwards. Pamela Foote — Mount Allison University. Sherry Oliver — iMarried. Wendela Roberts — McGill University; Paris 1967-68. Caroline Nicholson — Second year, Carleton Univer- sity, Europe. Susan MacPhail — McGill University. Audrey Loeb — McGill University. Karen Loeb — Married. Patsy Watson — Married. Margaret Watson — Married. Amalia Conde — To be married this summer. Jane Hope — To be married this summer. Ingrid Gluzman — Graduating Emerson College, Boston. Penny Burritt — Secretary. Debbie Gill — Second year Queen ' s University. 80 You haven t changed a bit! Recalling the time when Samantha let a bird loose in geography class and when the elastic broke in Her- mione ' s gym bloomers, the Old Girls ' Association of Elmwood revelled in youthful exploits Saturday at their third reunion. A hearty basketball game was fol- lowed by sherry and lunch at the school on Buena Vista Road. Here at the reunion are, from left: Miss Molly Blyth, the youngest old girl present, Mrs. M. S. M. Ferguson, the eldest there, and Mrs John G. Reid, association president. — (Ottawa Citizen). WOMV. VOVA BEuEve Dawn Harwood-Jones. ' THi J you V fN T . .. 81 SCHOOL DIRECTORY Andras, Angela, 5 A, 11 Ellesmere Rd. Archarnbault, Jane, 6M, 783 Eastbourne Ave. Armitage, Margaret, 5 A, 32 Sandridge Rd. Arron, Shellev, SC, 936 Mooney Ave., Ottawa 13. Ashton, Cathy, 4C, 49 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. Ault, Christine, 5 A, 472 Tilbury Ave. Ottawa 13. Bagnall, Margaret, 6M, Box 475, R.R. 5. Basu, Ranjana, 3B, 1371 Bloomsbury Cres., Apt. 5. Bellaar Spruyt, Rosande, 4A, Meach Lake Rd., Old Chelsea. Berger, Julia, 5B, 524 Acacia Ave. Blyth, Jane, 5 A, 231 Buena Vista Rd. Brodie, Joan, 6M, 69 Geneva St. Butler, Deirdre, 4B, 33 Rockcliffe Way. Casselman, Nancy, 6iM, Box 490, Prescott, Ont. Carr-Harris, Lynn, 5B, 33 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. Clark, Noelle, 4C, 191 Mariposa Ave. Clifford, Kathleen, 6M, 2 Maple Lane. Cochran, Markie, 5C, 299 Hillcrest Rd. Conway, Alison, 5A, 720 Lonsdale Rd. Cohen, ' Susan, 6M, 946 Killeen Ave. Cole, Christina, 3B, 336 Summit Ave. Cooke, Anne, 4B, 471 Bloor Ave., Ottawa H. Coyne, Barbara, 4C, 235 Mariposa Ave. Coyne, Deborah, 4A, 235 Mariposa Ave. Coyne, Jennifer, 5C, 235 Mariposa Ave. Crook, Ann, 6iM, 1735 Rhodes Cres. Cuthbert, Cathy, 5B, 2182 Arch Street, Ottawa 8. Damp, Carol, 4B, 1 1 34 Cameo Dr., Ottaw a 4. Davies, Janet, 6M,580 Minto Place. Derrick, Patricia, 4B, 387 Ashbur - Rd. Dier, Susan, 5 A, Box 500 (SAG) Ottawa. Douglas, Isabel, 4B, 411 Third Ave., Ottawa 1. Dubash, Anneke, 4C, 1 585 Ainsley Dr., Ottawa 5. Durgan, Brenda, 4A, 85 Slater St. Dwyer, Rosalind, 5B, 1405 Heron Rd. Ottawa 8. Dyson, Judith, 5C, 31 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. Deeble, Christine, 5A, 4 Desmond Ave., Ottawa 14. Ekholm, Elizabeth, 5C, 636 Browning Ave., Ottawa 8. Erlandson, Beverlev, 6M, 103 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa 2. Fine, Judith, 5C, 2346 Whitehaven Cres., Ottawa 14. Francis, Sarah, 5 A, 197 Ciemow Ave. Frigon, Margo, 6.M, 735 Eastborne Ave., Ottawa 7. Gale, Nancy, 5B, 72 Buena ' ista Rd. Garrett, iMarv, 5C, 104 Rossiand Ave., Ottawa 5. Gartrell, Jane, 5B, 481 Island Park Dr. Ginsberg, Jane, 4A, 41 Eardley Rd., Aylmer, P.Q. Goebbels, Marrisa, 4A, 50 Westward Wa -. Greenberg, Elizabeth, 5B, 19 Fairfax Ave. Grills, Deborah, 5C, 39 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. Guthrie, Margaret, 5C, 5 Crownhill Rd., Ottawa 9. Haase, Christine, 4A, 790 Springland Drive, Apt. 627. Hampson, Beatrice, 4A. Harwood-Jones, Dawn, 5A, 2262 Braeside Ave. Heard, Jacqueline, 5C, 140 Hurons Ave. Heath, Clare, 3A, 3 Coltrin Place. Heintzman, Jennifer, 6M. Hodgins, Lucille, 6M, Box 204, Shawville, P.Q. Holt, Lynda, 5C, 869 Rozel Cres., Ottawa 13. Hughson, Janet, 5A. Hunter Deborah 5B, 793 Dunloe Ave., Ottawa 7. Kershman, Sheila, 6M, 186 Camelia Ave., Ottawa 7. Lawrence, Paula, 5 A, Davidson Dr., R.R. 1, Ottawa. Leach, Deborah, 5B, 250 Sherwood Dr. Leroy, Suzanne, 4B, 920 Killeen Ave. Levine, Judith, 5B, 415 Laurier Ave. East. Lockhart, Freida, 5C, 604 Gainsborough. Lynch-Staunton, Patricia, 4B, 200 Rideau Terrace, Apt. 203. Maclaren, Cathy, 5A, 214 Northcote Place. Manley, Meredith, 5A, California, U.S.A. Marland, Shareen, 4B, 330 Mariposa Ave. Alartin, Jane, 5B, 22 Rothwell Dr., Box 249, R.R. 1, Ottawa. Massey, Evva, 5A, 200 Rideau Terrace, Apt. 709. Massey, Susan, 5B, 200 Rideau Terrace, Apt. 709. Maynard, Cynthia, 5A, 22 Davidson Dr.; R.R. 1, Ottawa. Michelson, Susan, 5C, 349 Laurier Ave. East. Moore, Cathy, 3B, 294 Manor Rd. Mullen, Patricia, 4A, 168 Kamloops Ave. Muiock, Kathleen, 5B, 387 Alaple Lane. Mundy, Georgina, 3B, Oakley Farm, R.R. 3, Carp. Magee, Cynthia, 6M, 480 Maple Lane. Alorris, Christine, 6M, 18 Sevmour Ave., Ottawa 5. Alcllwraith, Sheila, 3B, 203 Lakeway Dr. AIcNicholl, Susan, 6A1, 415 Wood Ave. Nicholls, Jane, 4B, 22 Tower Rd., Ottawa 5. Nicholson, Victoria, 5A, 420 Minto PI. Nixon, Taun ' , 4C 412 Apple Tree Lane. O ' Brien, Deirdre, 5B, 334 Acacia Ave. O ' Brien, Shane, 3 A, 334 Acacia Ave. Ogiivie, Robin, 6A1, 761 Acacia Ave. O ' Neill, Alaureen, 5A, 92 Lisgar Rd. Parker, Penn ' , 5B, 470 A4anor Rd. Partridge, Susan, 5A, 1675 Grasmere Cres., Ottawa 8. Patron, Judy, 5B, " Carberry Hill " , Warwick, Bermuda. Pettett, Theresa, 5C 2739 Baseline Rd. Phillips, Aloira, 5A, 55 Westward Way. Pimm, Alartha, 5B, 251 Park Rd. Robinson, Carol, 6A1, Air. Gordon, 187 Alontclair Blvd., Hull. Rolston, Susannah, 3B, Toronto, Ont. Rothwell, Kathv, 6AI Box 8, R.R. 1, Orleans, Ont. Robertson, Janice, 4C, 17 Rothwell br., R.R. 1 ' , Ottawa. Sainsbury, Vicky, 6AI, 523 Lang ' s Rd. Sampson, Lynne, 4A, 6 Coltrin Rd. Scott, Alartha, 5B, 740 Acacia Ave. Simmons, Patricia, 5A, 25 Dickson St., Ottawa 6. Sinclair, Charlotte, 5B, 8 Farnham Cres., Ottawa 7. Smart, Jennifer, 5C, 13 Davidson Dr., Box 13, R.R. 1, Ottawa. Smith, Deborah, 5B, 391 Plum Tree Cres. Smith, Xandy, 5B, 391 Plum Tree Cres. Soto, Delia, 3A, 200 Rideau Terrace. Soto, Alarianela, 5C, 200 Rideau Terrace. Stubbins, Janet, 5C, 67 Kilbarry Cres., Ottawa 7. Sutton, Sally, 4B, 200 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa 2. Tanczyk, Elizabeth, 5 A, Box 123, R.R. 9, Ottawa. Thomas, Barbara, 5B, 19 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. Thomas, Alargaret, 6M, 19 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. Thompson, Catherine, 5 A, 1736 Edgehill PI., Ottawa 3. Uren, Janet, 6M, 28 Alarco Lane. Wainwright, Alary, 4B, 286 Sherwood Dr. Walker, Kim, 6Ai, 64 Forest Hill Rd., Toronto 7, Ontario. Wallingford, Jov, 5A, 617 Main St., Buckingham, P.Q. White, Jane, 5C, 480 Cloverdale Rd. Whitwill, Sarah, 4A, 39 Lambton Rd. Wilgress, Patricia, 5 A, 230 Alanor Rd. Williamson, Susan, 6A1, 34 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. Wilson, Frances, 5B, 280 Park Rd. Wilgress, Vicky, 5C, 230 Manor Rd. TOUCHE, ROSS, BAILEY SMART Chartered Accountants Resident Partners CHARLES G. GALE, f.ca. KENNETH C. FINCHAM, ca. 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