Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA 1968-1969 1 SAMARA COMMITTEE Standing: Debbie Grills, Jackie Heard, Martha Pimm, Jenny Bagnall. Seated: Mrs. Blyth. SAMARA STAFF EDITOR - Martha Pimm ASSISTANT EDITORS - Jackie Heard, Jenny Bagnall, Debbie Grills HELPERS — Martha Scott, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Cathy MacLaren STAFF ADVISORS - Mrs. G. Aldous, Mrs. E. Carter DEAR ELMWOOD Dear Elmwood: It is very sad for me to say goodbye to you. As head- mistress of Elmwood for seven years I have enjoyed car- ing for you and teaching you more than I can say. I hope that one day, when you come to choose your vocation, you will be just as fortunate as I have been to find work that you really lo ve. If it is to do with people and if it is a giving rather than a getting kind of job, then I think that you will be happy too, wherever you are. One of our graduating girls told me recently that she had learned how much more interesting school days are if we give them all we have. Will you next year try to take your full part in the whole life of your school? Volunteer for extra duties, even if they do seem awkward and time- consuming. Give that extra bit, walk that extra mile. For Elmwood is a lovely school, isn ' t it? and it is well worth pre- serving in a world where " little things " are being squeezed out so quickly. But, hke democracy, it is only as good as each individual in it. So often it seems that our same few girls do all the hard work, while the rest enjoy the fun and the privileges which these others have won for them. This is not the mark of a " just society " , is it, nor does it reflect our House mottoes. Thank you for all your loving wishes and for your won- derful presents. Soon after we get to England I am going to start arranging next summer ' s tour, so I am already looking forward to seeing many of you again. Meanwhile have a very happy and successful year, write to me if you have time and may God bless you and keep you always. - Your affectionate friend, 3 1 1 i Jane BIyth; SENIOR PREFECT, Janet Hughson: HEAD GIRL, Mrs. Blyth: HEAD MISTRESS. PREFECTS Standing: Paula Lawrence, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Cathy Maclaren, Margaret Armitage, Jane Blyth, Janet Hughson, Joy Wallingford, Christine Deeble, Caroline Davis. Seated: M rs. Blyth. STAFF Back Row: Dr. Kaitell, Miss Blyth, Mrs. Routliffe, Mrs. Grills, Mrs. Uhrenbacher. Middle Row: Darlene Coyle, Mrs. MacDonald, Mrs. Harwood-Jones, Mrs. Aldous, Mrs. Carter, Mrs. Teichman, Mrs. Micklethwaite, Miss Bronson, Mrs. Earle. Front Row: Miss Carter, Mrs. Whitwill, Miss Black, Mrs. Blyth, Mrs. Perley-Robertson, Mrs. MacMillan, Mrs. Ross. VALEDICTORY Mrs. Blyth, Members of the Board, Parents and Honoured Guests. Today it ' s our turn; after years of watching other classes leave, and hearing other val- edictories, the honour and duty has fallen to us. At times the year Tias seemed hard and never ending, but now that our term is finished, the year in retrospect holds nothing but happy memories; our first prayers as heads of the school, the initial eagerness and the eagerness and the good resolutions that accompany the fall term, and the joy of a Christmas at Elmwood, with its turkey dinners and candv canes. It always seems that the first soft breath of spring is felt in the school grounds, and the shade trees in the back provide a welcome relief from the heat and humidity of June; even the dull, frustrating months of winter are buried in the blithe spirit of the spring term. I ' ve enjoyed this year with its innovations and experiments, its failures and its success- es, and I ' ve shared all the trials with my class, and with my fellow prefects whose cheerful outlook on the gloomiest of days has helped so much to make the year fly by. At the be- ginning of the school year, Mrs. Blyth warned me that I would probably be in floods of tears before her, regretting my position, sometime during the winter term, but I have managed to come through the year with few wounds thanks to the help and encouragement that my headmistress has given me, for which I am very grateful. And I know that I speak for all those who are graduating this year, when I thank our teachers for being wonderful to us, especially our form mistress Mrs. Whitwill, and I would like to say that their teach- ing has been invaluable both this year and in the past. Academically, Grade Thirteen has had a successful year, although there were moments of despair in those final days of the school before exams, but we all came through un- scathed. I had a thought put to me by our chapel monitor the other day, a quotation from Frances Bacon: " Studies serve for delight, for ornament and for ability, but to spend too much time in studies is sloth. " I rather wish I had heard that a month ago. The most enjoyable part of being head of a school of this kind is working with the people in it. In all fairness I must say that the prefects did have a few hair-tearing mo- ments of annoyance, but a perfectly disciplined school is no fun at all to run, and so I would like to thank the girls who gave us those moments of excitement. But I am not forgetting that each and every girl in this school has made this year what it was, and I would like to ask them all to remember that this school is, above all, a school for people. One of my cohorts told me something that every Elmwood girl should think about, whether she be graduate or student. " It ' s not the little idiosyncracies or seemingly odd rules that make up Elmwood, it ' s the people. Everyone in this school has her or his own special beauty - a beauty that the owner rarely sees, but one that can be seen by anyone else if she looks. If you aren ' t in at least one of the extracuricular activities put on by the people of Elmwood, you miss half of Elmwood ' s charm and pleasure. " As Dawn said, it ' s the people who make up Elmwood, and it ' s the people we ' re going to miss in the years to come. Our class will be breaking up now, each girl to go to a new field of endeavour, and we leave behind a whole school of old and new friends whom we will always remember wherever we go. But leaving Elmwood is not all sadness; there are new joys and worries to look forward to, new challenges to meet, new friends to make and new worlds to discover with the knowledge we have gained here. My Head Prefect has expressed it exactly: End of a golden era — not the end of time — a new beginning. 6 Mrs. Blyth, our headmistress for seven years, will be leaving this year with Col. Blyth for Birmingham, England. We are proud of our school, we are proud of its scholastic standing, we are proud of its graduates and we will be proud when, we too, become the " old-girls " of Elmwood. The scholastic standing of Elmwood has risen tremen- dously each year because of Mrs. Blyth ' s ability to choose and direct a competent staff. Together, they have intro- duced a pattern of discipline, which although, perhaps, difficult to accept at the time, has helped many of us to discipline ourselves. As graduation day approaches, we, the graduating stu- dents, realize how we have been inspired by Mrs. Blyth. This day will be the end only of one phase of our education. It will also be the beginning of another. The graduates be- fore us, obviously, had the same feelings, since a large per- centage of them went on to further study. The day Mrs. Blyth leaves for England, she will be missed by many. Only with the shock of her departure, do we really stop and think about the contributions she has made to our school. On behalf of all the students, 1 would like to thank Mrs. Blyth for her enthusiasm, spontenaity, and concern for each and everyone of us. All of our love and good wishes will be with you while you are away Mrs. Blyth. by Margaret Armitage 7 CONTINUITY KEPT FLOWING AT ELMWOOD GIRLS SCHOOL MRS. JOHN WHITWILL and MRS. DAVID BLYTH Continuity is the traditional aim of educational institu- tions and the Elmwood Girls School is no exception. When the reins of command pass from headmistress, Mrs. David Blyth to senior academic teacher, Mrs. Jolin Whitwill in early July, they will pass between school chums, war buddies and teaching associates. The two women agree their careers have been remarka- bly similar, right from their student days together at Ox- ford University, England. They " read English " in the same faculty at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford and graduated in the same year with honours masters ' degrees. " She was smarter than I, " Mrs. Blyth smilingly adds, - remarking that Mrs. Whitwill was the senior scholar for her year at Lady Margaret Hall. The two young women then became involved in the Second World War. Living together, they worked in a Med- ical Capacity - Mrs. Whitwill as an ambulance driver, Mrs. Blyth as a nurse. Mrs. Blyth had by this time met a Canadian soldier who would become her husband, David. She recalls with glee asking Mrs. Whitwill to accompany David, herself and another Canadian soldier on a date. The soldier, John, soon married Mrs. Whitwill. At the war ' s end, the two friends parted. The Whitwills came to Brantford in 1945 and raised a family of seven children. The Blyths returned to Canada in 1946. They have six children. During the family stage of their careers, the two women kept in touch through letters and visits. They are mutual godparents to a number of each other ' s children. " However, when you have children by the half dozen, you don ' t get to travel much, " says Mrs. Whitwill. Mrs. Blyth began her teaching career nine years ago at Elmwood. Two years later she became headmistress. Mrs. Whitwill, following in her friend ' s footsteps, took iip teaching six years ago and came to Elmwood after a year ' s experience. " We both waited until our families grew up before be- ginning teaching, " commented Mrs. Whitwill. Now, following the years they have been together at th e same school, the two women will part company. Mrs. Blyth ' s husband is to become the Canadian Immi- gration Officer in the Midlands of England and they expect to be there at least three years. With them will be a son and two daughters. Mrs. Blyth intends to take it easy in England and not work. This will be quite a change from her normal routine, she says. In addition to the administrative duties she has had, she teaches 20 class periods a week plus confirmation classes. " Deliberately, though, " she stresses. " It is my philoso- phy that one must teach to know one ' s students. " Mrs. Whitwill, whose husband is also a private school teacher, will carry on her teaching duties in her capacity as headmistress. Because of her teaching load and the increased enrol- ment at Elmwood, Mrs. Whitwill will have a deputy head- mistress, Mrs. George Aldous, to handle administrative details. 8 GRADUATES JANE BLYTH HEAD PREFECT " In Beauty it is begun, Beauty above, Beauty beneath, Beauty all around me. In Beauty it is unfinished. " Leisure time for Jane was either spent with her nose in a book or communicating with the Doc during " after hours " . Jane has been very fortunate throughout her years at Elm- wood to have the ability to comprehend her studies imme- diately and have a great deal of extra time for outside activities. Although reading was her favourite pastime, time was also spent sewing her wardrobe, cooking gourmet foods, performing in " Ruddigore " , being a star in Reach for the Top etc, etc, etc. In the fall, Jane is off to Trinity in Toronto for Arts with a little science-zoology? . . . Intelligent, sensitive, poetic, versatile and outstanding are words that are Jane. She never sought to intrude upon other people ' s provacy nor would she force a friendship, but to know Jane is to know a beautiful and real person. JANET HUGHSON HEAD GIRL " have tried to be an intellectual; but, I don ' t know how, cheerfulness was always breaking in. " A leader, a figurehead, a prime example - all these things a head girl must be - and Jan was even more. She was an exceptional girl in every way - loyal, fair, patient, and wise; she gave her fellow prefects the inspiration and guidance to run the school and proved utterly dependable and strong. Being head girl is an extremely demanding and nerve wracking job but Janet managed to keep her cool throughout, remain strong and determined, even in the de- pression of the mid-winter slump, and yet let none of it interfere with her school work, and still pulled off an Ontario Scholarship. Euologies tend to become tiresome, and epi- thets verbose, so not much more can be said in praise of this remarkable girl. It can only be hoped, or rather, fervently believed, that wherever Janet goes people will recognize all these qualities in her and feel the same love and admiration Elmwood has for her. Next year she will be at McGill studying science and will no doubt do very well there. And perhaps one day she will make it to Caracas . . . 9 PAULA LAWRENCE HEAD OF FRY " The deeper you go, the higher you fly. The higher you fly, the deeper you go. " Morning blues would find Paula in the common room drinking coffee and reading Rasputin J. Novgorod in the " Globe and Mail " . Books, people, and drama hold special interest for her and no doubt will take up a lot of her time in University next year. A girl with a big heart and energy to spare, she devoted herself to her house and won respect and admiration in her position - evident not only in her victory for the House Trophy, but also in the various Fry Projects such as her sleigh ride, Christmas caroling at Porters Island, the " Small Fry " newspaper. Excelling academically is not a difficult feat for Paula, so the year has been useful in other ways too - there has been time to think, to listen, to make decisions, to look ahead. Elmwood will remember her exuberance, her determination, her high ups and her low downs, her love of people and her zest for life. Next year will find her in Toronto at Trinity College where it is certain she will make friends, and find the happi- ness she deserves. 10 JOY WALLINGFORD HEAD OF KELLER " Joy is like the rain, but God wants me for a sunbeam not a drip. " A vibrant, emotional, sensitive person, Joy was a devo- ted house head and a loyal Elmwood import from Bucking- ham for the past five years. This has been a year for the widening of her horizons - speeding through books, meet- ing new people, finding out new ideas - and all this has helped develop her into a good leader and friend, a fine pre- fect and house head. Joy is a person of great compassion - she knows how to care about and feel for people - a quality which enhanced her responsibilities as a prefect and house head and which has also given her the desire to work this summer with retarded children. Whether she makes this her career is still undecided, but she hopes to study psychol- ogy and sociology at Ottawa U. next year and someday will probably make a very dedicated and competant social worker or psychologist. CATHY MACLAREN PREFECT AND CHAPEL MONITER " True ' friends are those who know all about you but love you just the same. " A sunshine smile is a difficult thing for most people to radiate first thing in the morning - but for Cathy it came naturally and was something no morning could have been without. Her gay nature and pleasing personality were there- fore greatly appreciated as Chapel monitor and received wide acclaim as she bounced into Prayers with the Bible or bellowed out the Bible reading above the rabble of the rest- less ranks. She might be remembered as Mad Margaret in " Ruddigore " - or as a voice with a guitar - or just a very fine sensitive person and a great asset to Elmwood. The doors are wide open and life looks full of new challenges, for her as she goes off to Queens in September. She says the only extra luggage she will be taking with her will be her guitar case, but we know she will find happiness in a lot of other ways too. DAWN HARWOOD-JONES HEAD OF NIGHTINGALE " Now what should a maiden do when she is em- braced by the wrong gentleman? " An artist, musician, thinker, and friend. Dawn, in her four years at Elmwood, proved to be a person of many facets. Knowing that a happy smile and a kind word were best dicipline, she was loved and admired not only by her house but by the whole school. The year was full of activi- ties, responsibilities and excitement - conferences at Hawks- bury and Smith Falls, social animation, becoming high on people - it was a good year for her and she has made impor- tant decisions about her future. Next year she will be at Ottawa U. trying the biUngual experiment and experiencing new people, new ideas, new experiences. This will be a challenge eagerly met by Dawn and one which we feel reap great rewards for her and all people she comes in con- tact with. 11 MARGARET ARMITAGE PREFECT AND SPORTS HEAD " I can say things like that Al, ' cause it ' s all in the family. " Come rain, shine, or snow, Muggs would somehow make it back and forth between Elmwood and Ashbury - whether it was car, bicycle, or those trusty oxfords - trying out what could be called commuter co-education. Though it always seemed she gave Them more time and We never got to see quite enough of her, she was always around at the crucial moments, whipping up school spirit in prayers, in sports, in the common room, and even out of school. Seven years at Elmwood have nurtured, developed and produced a girl the school can be very proud of. Her enthusiasm, or- ganization and leadership qualities made her into an excell- ent prefect and sports captain and won her many friends. Muggs will be at Western next year studying for a B. Comm., and it seems certain she will find a successful future there. 12 CAROLINE DAVIES PREFECT AND FLAG RAISER " faut rire de peur de mourir sans avoir ri. " Caroline ' s nightmares (in German) would probably con- sist of a horseless world, run by monitors, young kids run- ning in and out of her sleep, and iced-up flagpoles . . . " Folding the flap is putting the school to bed for the night, " was one of Caroline ' s occupations in her second year at Elmwood - not afterall a very noticed labour, but something we could never have done without. She also proved a most dedicated and competent head monitor, a task which meant running after, checking on, and council- ling all the various monitors, a very demanding task, but one which Caroline executed with great patience. She is a girl of a great many talents which seems to complicate her de- cisions about her future - so many fields to enter and so many abilities make the choice difficult. It is still uncer- tain whether she will take her scholarship at Carleton or stay home and go to University in Toronto. But whatever CaroHne decides, the future looks certainly bright for her. CHRISTINE DEEBLE PREFECT " This too shall pass. " Chris was unanimously elected to the prefects ranks later in the fall and her influence was greatly appreciated by her peers, especially as Joy ' s help and support with Keller. This has probably been an interesting year for Chris, full of new friends, new ideas, new activities - such as Young Lib- erals Organization and after hours at Simpsons ' . She will go down in 6U history with the award for the youngest baby sister - and a surprise shower to go with it. Chris originally hails from England and has always looked forward to going home. Next year she hopes to travel back and find new ad- ventures in England and then Europe. And then perhaps university in Canada? . . . but whatever comes Christine will definitely do well. KATHI GRAY " Today is the day I worried about yesterday " Kathi ' s enigmatic expression fasinates artist and student ahke. Quiet and whimsical, her ethereal sphere of individu- ality is made up of art, colours, creations, books, beeswax, candles, raccoon rugs . . . " Ah, but in such an ugly time, the true protest is beauty, " seems to sum up the charm of this girl. Not a demonstrative or outgoing member of 6U, she was however highly regarded by all as a quiet, sincere, and friendly person. The academic pursuit of the university world holds no interest for Kathi - at least not yet - and she has decided to immerse herself in languages next year at a school in Switzerland. As an artist, and individual, a person of great sensitivity, she will find beauty and happiness in whatever she looks for. 13 ALIX YOUNG " Hey Muggs — It ' s all in the family " . After a precarious first experience at Carleton Q-Year, Alix transferred back to Elmwood to finish her grade 13 - a decision we were all very happy about. I think it has been a worthwhile year for Alix - though there have been a lot of low periods for her throughout the year, the same could probably be said for most of us - and she managed to come through it all with quite a few rewards - such as early ad- mission to Trent University and prospects of exciting and fulfilling years ahead. Her influence has been greatly felt and appreciated by all her friends. An enthusiastic, creative, and energetic thinker, she was considered a very valuable asset to her house - a proud and perservering parent of the Fry newspaper. Alix is the kind of person who will be a val- uable asset to her community and a fine citizen. ROSEMARY DON " was cut to be a genius: Now all I have to do is fit the pieces together. " Mo might be remembered sipping tea in the 6U common room having trilingual traumas - either French, Latin, or Spanish - but the hang-ups, panic, worries all paid off in the end, as Mo was accepted into Trent University and hopes to study modern languages there in the fall. A girl with a dis- tinct flair for language - perhaps eventually an interpretor at the U.N.? , . . Other characteristics which might be re- membered of her would be her athletic ability, her Edelweiss winter retreat, that amazing laugh and the zest and fun she contributed to the common room atmosphere. The future looks challenging and rewarding for Rosemary. 14 LULU TOLMIE " Buy some for Lulu. " A newcomer to 6U, but not really new since she has been a long-time friend of Elmwood and a junior-school old girl. An outgoing and friendly person, Lulu, sometimes known as " Ritter Ruru " , soon made many good friends and her happy, bouncing, sparkling personality was felt through- out the school. It was a good and worthwhile year for her, as she has made the admirable decision to study education next year. That west-coast fever has called her back to B.C. where she will attend University of Victoria in the fall and probably manage to fit in a lot of skiing too. A kind, com- passionate and thoughtful person she will be a very good teacher and educator. ANDREA OLSON " This above all, to thine own self be true and it must follow as day the night, Thou cans ' t not then be false to any man. " Audi was the 13th girl in grade 13, joining the form on a Friday the 13th - with Closing also held on Friday 13th, the superstitious bystander might write this year off as one filled with bad luck for this girl from the west. But Andi proved us all wrong. Not only did she make a delightful addition to 6U and to the rest of the school, but she also managed to pack in four years of highschool French into one already heavily scheduled year and showed us that those Westerners aren ' t quite as unilingual as we thought they were. She is now off to Montreal for the summer to live and speak the language and then back to her native soil in September - " The West is the best " - to major in French at Alberta U. Discreet, charming, with a dry sense of humour, a poli- tician in her own right, Andrea is sure to find success - east or west. 15 FORM 6U Standing: Rosemary Don, joy Wallinglord, Jan Blyth, Cathy Maclaren, Margaret Armitage, Paula Lawrence, Kathi Gray, Janet Hughson. Seated: Louise Tolmie, Andrea Olson, Caroline Davies, Mrs. Whitwill, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Chris Deeble, Alix Young. FORM 6M Back Row: Martha Scott, Charlotte Sinclair, Julia Berger, Fran Wilson, Cathy Cuthbert, Beth Knox, Lynn Carr-Harris, Deborah Hunter, Kathy Mulock, Jenny Bagnall, Sue McHardy. Middle Row: Connie Snelgrove, Deborah Smith, Xandy Smith, M.M. Southcott, Wanda Turner, Cal Don, Deirdre O ' Brien, Kathy Baldwin, Nancy Gale, Christa Uhrenbacher, Susan Fletcher, July Patton. Front Row: Martha Pimm, Holly Darhng, Susan Massey, Penny Parker, Mrs. MacMillan, Barbara Thomas, Judy Levine, Elizabeth Greenberg, Agi Ivan. EPITATH TO 6M Jenny Bagnall Kathy Baldwin Julia Berger Lynn Carr-Harris Here He the remains of Jenny Bagnall, Cathy Cuthbert Now look that up in your Funk and Wagnall. Stranger stop and solemn be, Kathy Balwin ' s here interred She ' s dead, I ought to mention that Holly Darling In case the fact was not inferred. In memoriam: Here lies Julia She ' d have done well in this world For when her brains she unfurled Caroline Don In History, Mathematics, Latin, Spanish, Chemistry and French She could easily make a fool a ' ya. Here lies Lynn Carr-Harris Sue Fletcher So easy to embarrass. Because of this fault. She is now in a vault. Our friend Cathy Cuthbert lies here. She always sang to give people some cheer; Until one day she sang too high And that is why she had to die. Stranger refain be not jolly Here lies a Darling who was Holly, Stone at her head, stone at her foots She ' s gone to serve in the great Kibbutz. Here lies Cal Who was a real pal. To Norma her friend And all of 6M. Here lie the remains of Miss Sue Fletcher, Playing tennis no-one could catch her. One day her opponent hit back that ball It struck her, and she died from a terrible fall. Martha Pimm Debbie Smith Xandy Smith Nancy Gale Here Ues our friend Nance Judy Patton Who always loved to dance; But one day she fell on a spot And that ' s why she ' s in this plot. Liz Greenberg Here lies our friend,Liz Who was always in a tizz, From writing notes by a lamp She finally died from writer ' s cramp. Debbie Hunter Here lies Miss Debbie Hunter Who never went a saunter From History to Math she did her best And now from overwork she lies at rest. Agi Ivan Here lies Miss Agi Ivan, Who with her wit 6M she could liven. One day she laughed so much in class That now she lies beneath the grass. Beth Knox Here lies Beth Knox, Below in a box; However hard she can shout She will never come out. Judy Levine Beneath this sod lies Judy Levine, Such a Lady Macbeth was never seen. Upon the blood I knew she ' d slip And she did, so now she ' ll give less lip. Sue Massey Here lies Miss Susan Massey Who to her teachers was never sassy. Until one day she smoked too long And that is why she ' s dead and gone. Susan McHardy Here lies Sue McHardy Who was always very hardy, Until forty miles Buried all of her smiles. Kathy Mulock Here lies Kathy Mulock Who was killed by a bulock; This is very sad to tell Because she did everything so well. Deirdre O ' Brien Here lies Miss Deirdre O ' Brien, Who suddenly found that she was dying. Fantastically jolly, rambunctiously wild. Her telephone number was frequently dialed. So sadly we ' ll miss our dear friend Dee, But she will come back in the form of a monkey Here should lie young Judy Patton Canadian flowers she ' ll never fatten. When death at length came and pursued her She swore she ' d die in her Bermuda. Swiftly from Canada she swam, all gloating Her death was slow, she died not knowing The island was not fixed, but floating. Beneath this stone of aspect grim Lies interred sweet Martha Pimm, She ' s left this vale all sad and teary For part time work as a valkyrie. Charlotte Sinclair Here lie the remains of Charlotte Who used to accomplish an awful lot; Until she died of too much ' pound ' And had to be lowered into the ground. Connie Snelgrove M.M. Southcott Penny Parker and Martha Scott Penny and Martha went abroad, Their itinery being uncertain; Fran Wilson Now they ' re together under this sod Because they went behind the Iron Curtain. Here lies Miss Debbie Smith Who always believed in any myth; One day she was told off a cliff she could fly And now at its bottom she doth lie. Here lies Xandy As a friend she was dandy; Her hobbies were varied And this is no dream, From the study of Russian to fights with whipped cream. Here lie the remains of Connie - our fellow. Who died as a result of having to bellow. Her voice untrained to rise over a whisper Broke at low G and gosh we ' ll miss her. Here lie the remains of Micky Southcott It must be admitted that she did a lot. Folk Club, Piano, Sports and Debate Were too much for her, but now its too late. Here lies Barb Thomas Whose desire to be famous forcedher to read books That fell off their nooks And killed her with the weight of their knowledge. Don ' t cremate her Pray don ' t burn her, Let flowers spring From Wanda Turner. Christa Uhrenbacher Looking upwards at the sky ! Miss Uhrenbacher there doth lie, And I the carver raise a moan Fitting her name upon the stone. Barbara Thomas Wanda Turner Here lie the remains of Fran She was always able to scan. She wrote continually and now she ' s dead, From overwork she died in bed. (continued from page 74) I can though, only speak with assurance and accuracy about the tribe of people called Santals. They compose one of the 17 divisions of the state of Bihar and it is among them that my aunt works. Having Hved there for three months, 1 have learnt a fair amount concerning their cul- ture, but this is in no way representative of the rest of the country. The day I arrived in the village, 1 experienced what I think is the most attractive of their customs - that of washing the feet of guests. This is probably a fairly common occurence in the Eastern world, as in the Holy Land long ago. Santals love to make a ceremony of bringing their very best brass dinner plate, placing it under your feet and smoothing and massaging the dust away with water. I was rather nervous when 1 was told the school children would do this for me, so I carefully washed my feet first, being ashamed of their grubby appearance! They had also made garlands from marigolds which they hung around my neck. I had to learn their special greetings too. There aee very definite actions which one must perform when meeting another and they are all re- gulated according to age. The whole Santal social framework is built upon reverence for age and experience. I had two responses to learn; the greeting of a girl to someone older and that of a girl to someone younger. In each case, the younger of the two performs the more humble ges- ture - the " dobok " and gives the greeting to the older, who must receive it. There are differences not only in accordance with age,but also whether one is a man or woman. Within the closer family circle, there are even more detailed rules. It is quite complicated but most satisfying to be a participant. In the village, the day begins with sunrise. The time of year determines the occupation of the men and boys of the family. If it is winter and cold (under 75 F) in the morning, the getting up process is slow - and in the case of some of the poorer folk where there are not enough wraps in the home to keep each person in the family warm, the man will take his wife ' s sari and shawl as well as his own things and she is left inside the h ouse until he deems it warm enough to do without her clothuig. There is a lot of work to do in the winter though. That is the time for cel- ebration of the harvesting of the rice - called sorai time - and in honour of this, all the houses are patched and replastered with a mixture of cow dung, rice husks and water. The rains do a lot of damage to mud huts and so repairs are done annually. Santals are especially fond of making their homes look pleasant. Each morning after the main meal of rice and curry at about 10 o ' clock, the wife will sweep the house and courtyard very carefully and then, with the same plastering mixture, smooth over the ground. This will dry in the sun - almost as hard as cement. She will then take the dirty dishes, clothing and children to the local water tank. Later in the day the water buffa los will be brought there for drinks and a bath. The simplicity of the life of an Indian villager astonished me, fresh as I was from the complexities of the progressive Western world. Not only the physical simphcity but the financial - in a home where money for food is hard come by, taxes are a non-existant complication -and the mental simplicity, as well. I am not implying that these people lack intelligence, just opportunity and education. With this lack of sophistication in deahng with others and with money, they find it easy to fall into the outstretched arms of money lenders who demand a mercilessly high rate of interest. A man can commit not only himself, but his family also, to a life of submission in this far too easy way. It is here very often that a mission is able to gain the trust of the people. The majority of Santals, it seemed to me, were willing to accept the help of missionaries. Among those who work with my aunt, there are several to whom she is able to give her complete trust - even with large amounts of money. There are a number of local people who come each day to work at the mission; helping with the new buildings and mainten- ance on the compound. There are several projects for expansion, including an agricultural one, and one concerning water resources. On the com- pound proper there are homes for missionaires and workers, a school with boarding facilities, the dispensary, a church, a garage and several workrooms and storerooms. Much assistance is given by the American Methodist Board of Missions and Christian organizations like C.A.S.A. (Christian Association for Social Action) and A. F.P.R.O.( Action for Food Production) and also by several individuals who not only send money but boxes of used clothing and bandages. There is a great deal of enthusiasm both there and overseas and the people are worthy of the help. In addition to managing the dispensary and maternity unit without the help of a doctor, my aunt organizes a leprosy clinic situated a short distance from the mission. This chnic is entirely supported by donations and does not even appear on the Mission budget. There are annual examinations and monthly distributions of medicines. This year is the clinics 16th - and attendance is growing in leaps and bounds - now there are over 200 patients coming from distances up to 14 miles, which is a long way for deformed feet to walk. In the last few years, when the leprosy patients have come for treatment, they have frequently brought their children. It is so much simpler to treat the disease if it is discovered early, but the villagers are slow to accept new ways. This may sound discouraging for any kind of work, but it certainly heightens the thrill of success. Among the Santals, the village witch doctors have a great influence. In some cases this is well-deserved, but it is difficult to convince the; medicine men that modern science can often triumph where ritual and incantation cannot. Sometimes a person will wait until he is nearly at death ' s door before he contradicts tradition and comes to the dispensary, very often braving the threats and opposition of his family. But I do not want this to sound as if acquiring patients is akin to extracting teeth. The local people have built their trust and faith in the mission upon many years of successful work and cured friends and relations. A new help for the mission workers is the rice co-op. The extention project will buy rice in large quantities when it is cheapest and then store it until the need is greatest, from May to No vember. It is sold at the price at which it was purchased. This has saved many a family from hunger during the dry season when prices for any food soar due to scarcity. Those less fortunate are the ones who will find the imminent uphetlval in and of India most traumatic. The writing is on the wall - it will be exceedingly difficult for this massive country and population to bridge the abyss between tradition and survival for much longer. It will be up to the widely experienced leaders of the country to decide which changes are best for their people, but it is the time-forgotten villagers who will benefit or suffer the most from those decisions. , Margaret B Margaret K. Bagnall, ' February, 1969. 19 FORM 5A Back Row: Linda Holt, Debbie Grills, Tricia Glandfield, Coralie Todd, Liz Manzies, Jo-Anne Gross. J Middle Row: Norma Smith, Jane Martin, Jennifer Chance, Margie Guthrie, Georgie Binks, Susan Turner, Jackie Heard. Front Row: Lorraine Winterton, Susan Michelson, Janet Stubbins, Mrs. Ross, Francie Cochran, Vicky Willgress, Jennifer Coyne. Absent: Jean Tanton. 5A FORM NOTES NAME NICKNAME FAVORITE SONG SAYING FUTURE PLANS P.D. Georgie Binks Georgie Badge eat it psychologist analyzing herself Francie Cochran Fran Born to be Wild ho yo! this summer janitor Jennifer Chance Jenny You Make me So Very Happy For crying in the beer a doctor a mummy Jennifer Coyne Coyne Windmills in your Mind Urn Um! Marry Trudeau his maid Debby Grills Jo-Jo Don ' t Let me Down Come on, you guys an actress janitor at the little Theatre Tricia Glandfield Tricia Love is Blue Zoologist Butcher Jo-Anne Gross Hose Hashochar I don ' t think I did well in it . .but! Interpreter at U.N. Russian Spy Margie Guthrie Maggie Muggins Sunshine of Your Love I don ' t know Social Worker Elm wood teacher Jackie Heard Brain I WiU Sure English teacher French cab-driver Lynda Holt Holtie Classical Gas I ' m going riding Riding instructress Bookie Jane Martin Hair Hair Nit Nit Ski Bum Barber Liz Menzies Mensis Mercy, Mercy Ah, you guys Oceanographer Plumber Susan Michelson Susie Aquarius Shut up, you guys Kindergarten-teacher Mid-wife Janet Stubbins Stubbs I can ' t control myself Kaff, Kaff Model Garbage man Norma Smith Nerm-Worms Possession Love to Interior decorator Writing Graffiti in washrooms 20 NAME NICKNAME FAVORITE SONG SAYING FUTURE PLANS P.D. Jean Tanton Jeannie Aquarius P.T. teacher Working at Vic Tanney ' s Susan Turner Penelope Grow Up Horse Trainer Groom Coralie Todd Toddler Sweet Cherry Wine You know Interpreter Belly dancer Vicky Willgress Vic Walk on Completely off Wants to be married the map Lorraine Winterton Jude Don ' t let me down Vince Air hostess Low-flying witch Mrs. Ross Madame L ' Amour est Bleu Tessez-vous chut World Traveller Western Ottawa 21 FORM 5B Back Row: Ingeborg Ulirenbacher, Marissa Goebbels, Beatrice Hampson, Mary Pat Curran, Susan Evans, Pat Mullen, Mimi Stanfield, Janet Uric, Diana Magee, Sarah Whitwill. Middle Row: Judy Williams, Lynne Sampson, Nancy King, Halina Jeletzky, Jane Mickle- thwaite, Sally Gale, Marnie Edwards, Christine Haase. Front Row: Jane Ginsberg, Debby Coyne, Martha Bergeron, Ingrid Sorenson, Miss Carter, Nancy Worthen, Ann Macdonald, Rosemary Hart, Elizabeth Roberts. FORM 5C Back Row: Alison Urie, Marga Menzies, Nora Curran, Cynthia Tod, Leslie Ross, Anne Cooke, Vanda Steer, Patsy Derrick. Middle Row: Elizabeth Bell, Sharleen Marland, M.E. Snelgrove, Isabel Douglas, Jane Nicholls, Sarah Hacon, Christy-Anne Lomas, Debby Peterson, Wendy Morris. Front Row: Patricia Warnock, , Charlotte Corder, Susan Leroy, Miss Blyth, Alice Brodie, Alison Corder, , Patricia Lynch-Staunton, Sonia Topelko. FORM 4A Back Row: Vivian Templeton, Monica Dunn, Penny Reed, Alison Shofield, Anna Berlis, Luziah Ismail, Talitha Fabricius. Middle Row: Cathy Ashton, Heather Nesbitt, Jill Merril, Jennifer Pfalzner, Shane O ' Brien, Beth Parkinson, Cathy Ginsberg. Front Row: Ara Nixon, Valentia Scarabelli, Jane Bell, Miss Black, Anne Worthen, Daphne Snelgrove, Stephanie Turner-Davis. Absent: GiHian Briscoe. 4A ' s LEGACY Cathy Ashton: wills her desserts to Daphne. Jane Bell: wills her athletic abihty to Jenny. Anna Berlis: wills her artistic talents to Mrs. Routcliffe. Gillian Briscoe: wills her French to Vivian. Monica Dunn: wills her boyfriends to Miss Black. Talitha Fabricius: wills her German to measles. Cathy Ginsberg: wills her recorder to Eliza. Jill Merril: wills her brain to Shane. Heather Nesbitt: wills her sewing ability to Penny. Arabella Nixon: wills her height to Alison. Shane O ' Brien: wills her brain to science. Elizabeth Parkinson: wills her math and science to Jill. Jenny Pfalzner: wills her voice to Ann. Penelope Reed: wills her horse to the glue factory. Vanentia Scarabelli: wills her brothers to Lucy. Alison Shofield: wills her hair to Fuzzy-Wuzzy. Vivian Templeton: wills her conduct to Heather. Stephanie Turner-Davis: wills her dog to the riding stables. Ann Worthen: wills her baked beans to Mrs. Harwood-Jones. Luziah Ismail: wills her comb to Mrs. Grills. Daphne Snelgrove: wills her fourteen cats to Cathy Ashton. Miss Black: wills 4A to the War Museum. 26 FORM 4B Standing; Sandra Kovachic, Janis Robertson, Diana Conway, Sarah Hearn, Sarah Abatt. Seated: EHzabeth Hamilton, Mrs. Teichman, Jill Wurtle. Absent: Barbara Coyne. 4B FORM NOTES 4B is a very small, lively and enthusiastic form. The re- sult is that we are often called " the noisiest form in Junior School " . The eight members of 4B are all very different as may be seen in our list of ' happiness ' and ' sadness ' . In spite of this, we are the happiest, and try to be the best class, in Elmwood. Happiness: For Sarah Abbatt - is being able to sleep in every morning. For Diana Conway - is the stage. For Barbara Coyne - is " when the lunch bell rings. " For Elizabeth Hamilton - is tipping over a sail boat. For Sarah Hearn - is " when my sister gets into trouble. " For Sandra Kovachie - is the first day of summer hoHdays. For Janis Robertson - is being a tomboy. For Jill Wurtle - is riding a horse bareback on a beach. Sadness: For Sarah Abbatt - is writing essays for Miss Black. For Diana Conway - is eating turnips and liver for lunch. For Barbara Coyne - is getting 50 percent. For Elizabeth Hamilton - is being forced to eat lima beans by her father. For Sarah Hearn - is being on a " diet " ? For Sandra Kovachic - is having to eat half a potato for dinner. For Janis Robertson - is to have a day go by without a fight with G.W. For Gill Wurtle - is leaving the rainy weather of British Columbia. 27 FORM 4C Standing: , Georgina Mundy, Christina Cole. Seated: Rhoda Hanafi, Gini Hall, Mrs. Bronson, Mary Benson, Ranjana Basu. Absent: Hilary West. 4C FORM NOTES This Mund ay, a criminal who was identified as Hanafi, was caught in the main Hall of the Benson Hotel. The Kopp who captured him was strolling around West St., when he sighted the thief in the hotel. Strangely enough, the crim- inal had a piece of Cole in his pocket, but wouldn ' t give an explanation. Hanafi is being held in the Bronson Jail, kept by a very rehable jailer by the name of Basu. 28 FORM 3A AND 3B Back Row: Jennifer Wilson, Margot Francis, Laurel Chick, Karen Ellis, Front Row: Mary Wilson, Mrs. MacDonald, Ailsa " iTancis. 3A AND SB FORM NOTES Keeps Always All Is a Rebels Little neater than Easily Six other Noisy A 3A ' s and SB ' s Many ' Laughing A Away Real Under Giggle Rapt Over Eyes, Tall tales Longest Made Just A Enough Ridiculous Nerve for a Yell for another helping Naughty of salmon! Youngster FRY 1969 " FRIENDSHIP TO ALL " Back Row: Debby Grills, Caroline Don, Norma Smith, Alix Young, Rosemary Don, Mimi Stanfield, M.M. Southcott, Alison Urie. Fourth Row; Shane O ' Brien, Nancy Worthen, Barbara Thomas, Elizabeth Hamilton, Jackie Heard, Jane Martin, Sarah Whitwill, TaUtha Fabricius, Janet Stubbins, Ingrid Sorenson. Third Row: Marga Menzies, Coralie Todd, Anne Cooke, Alison Shofield, Deborah Hunter, Fran Wilson, Jenny Bagnall, Vanda Steer, Patsy Derrick, Charlotte Sinclair. Second Row: CaroHne Davies, Patricia Warnock, Deborah Coyne, Martha Bergeron, Charlotte Corder, Christy-Ann Lomas, Jennifer Coyne, Judy Levine, Liz Greenberg, Jane Bell, Rosemary Hart, Cathy Maclaren, Margaret Armitage. Front Row: Jennifer Wilson, Sandra Kovachic, Ranjana Basu, Ara Nixon, Paula Lawrence (House Head), Georgina Mundy, Tina Cole, Gini Hall, Rhoda Hanafi. Absent: Gillian Briscoe, Barbara Coyne. Fry House made a first this year with its newspaper " The Small Fry " . Small Fry ' s first edition was a great success, and all copies were sold within the day. Our second edition was also a success, with better writing, more editorials and more cartoons. However, due to lack of interest and support, it never reached the press. The Small Fry made a small but considerable contribution to our charity funds. I challenge any interested writer to continue with Small Fry next year, for there is an empty editor ' s chair just waiting for you. DEAR FRY After wracking my brains for an inspiring angle vis-a-vis my parting tribute to year ' s involvement with a tremendous house, 1 have sadly concluded that originality is not my forte. Being neither poet nor artist 1 thought 1 should have to resort to other men ' s thoughts and wisdom but actually it is not quite that desperate, for every human being is unique and therefore all thoughts and reactions he experiences are equally unique. It ' s when these experiences are communicated by words, type and paper, however, that the essence is often lost. 1 shall try, nevertheless, to explain my feelings about Fry and the ten months we shared together without being too sen- timental. The two ideas which float to the surface of my mind in re- trospect are " friendship " and passing of " time " . PViendship is an abstract quantity but 1 think its results are fairly obvious to the careful looker. Fry, whose motto is " Friendship To All " amongst ourselves - sleigh ride, newspaper, bazaar, caroling, to the rest of the school (1 hope) and to others - 1 hope! But let this only be the beginning - there is much more to be done and multi things to be known about each other. The second thought - " tempus fugit " is even harder to project. This year has passed easily; caught in the speel of timelessness I have watched the days roll contentedly by; I have watched Fry and myself change and develop and 1 have forgotten that everything must end. Only with the materialization of future dreams into pre- sent realities have 1 become aware that the year is over. My juniors are a little older and my seniors a little wiser - we have become fast friends from utter strangers - it is all a matter of time. I wish Fry all the peace and happiness in the future and a parting thought for the past, present and future alike: Yesterday ' s thoughts and struggles are today ' s memory and tomorrow ' s dreams. Much Love, Paula 30 KELLER 1969 " FAIR PLAY " Back Row: Janet Urie, Judy Patton, Nora Curran, Patricia Lynn Carr-Harris, Beth Knox, Susan Evans, Pat Mullen, Penny Reed, Connie Snelgrove. Fourth Row: Anna Berlis, Jo-Anne Gross, Susan Turner, Georgie Binks, Linda Holt, Wanda Turner, Luziah Ismail, Xandy Smith, Mary-Pat Curran. Third Row: Lulu Tolmie, Nancy King, Mary Ellen Snelgrove, Jane NichoUs, Sarah Hacon, Vivian Templeton, Isabel Douglas, Jane Micklethwaite, Elizabeth Parkinson. Second Row: Kathy Baldwin, Sarah Hearn, Catherine Ginsberg, Deborah Peterson, Heather Nesbitt, Susan Michelson, Susan Massey, Penny Parker, Lorraine Winterton, Christine Haase, Anne Worthen, Agi Ivan, Elizabeth Roberts, Marnie Edwards. Front Row: Mary Wilson, Sarah Abbatt, Sonia Topelko, Patricia Lynch-Staunton, Joy Wallingford (House Head),sChristine Deeble, Anne Macdonald, Holly Darhng, Daphne Snelgrove, Mary Benson. Absent: HUlary West, Margot Francis. A year ' s experience with others In work, games and leisure — Together in happiness, and crisis As a whole-responsible and jovial. Keller — a group within a group With high ideals of " Fair Play " , And fellowship to all; Following the example of another. " Youth may be headstrong, but it will advance its alloted length " " Resolve to keep happy. Fear and regrets have no place in the vocabulary of youth " For myself, five years have passed, And I will keep a part of Keller Within me, for security to enable Me to succed in future years. " Keep Smiling Keller " 31 NIGHTINGALE HOUSE " NOT FOR OURSELVES ALONE " Back Row: Deborah Smith, Julia Berger, Kathi Gray, Cindy Tod, Leshe Ross, Cathy Cuthbert, Liz Menzies, Kathy Mulock, Susan McHardy, Martlia Scott. Fourth Row: Francis Cochran, Halina Jeletzky, Susan Fletcher, Deidre O ' Brien, Nancy Gale, Christa Uhrenbacher, Jennifer Chance, Margie Guthrie. Third Row: Andrea Olson, Ingaborg Uhrenbacher, Diana Magee, Monica Dunn, Beatrice Hampson, Marissa Goebbels, Vicky Wilgress, Elizabeth Bell. Second Row: Lynne Sampson, Susan LeRoy, AUc Brodie, Shareen Marland, Sally Gale, Jill Merril, Gwendy Morris, Jennifer Pfalzner, Gill Wurtle, Diana Conway, Cathy Ashton. Front Row: Stephanie Turner-Davis, Valentia Scarabelli, Janis Robertson, Alyson Corder, Dawn Harwood-Jones (House Head), Jane Blyth, Jane Ginsberg, Judy Williams, Martha Pimm, Karen Ellis. Absent: Jean Tanton, Laurel Chick, Ailsa Francis. SUI SANG COMMITTEE Fran Wilson, Margie Guthrie, Vicky Wilgress, Judy Levine. " Ten cents? . . . for that? " Such are the yelps that herald yet another Bake Sale, yet another chance to help support Sui Sang and Jung Sook. Perhaps the prices were a little high but it is a rare and dedicated committee that has the gall to squeeze $4.20 out of 20 cupcakes. This year Elmwood adopted Jung Sook, a ten year old Korean girl, through the " Save The Children " plan. She is pretty, studious and a little introverted; a far cry from Sui Sang. We don ' t know very much more, as she is not the letter writer Sui Sang is. It has been a lucky year for Sui Sang. He finally passed into primary six. Col. Blyth visited Sui Sang and his family when he was in Hong Kong. They were happy and well but Sui Sang seemed to merit his low English marks. We have done a lot this year — shone shoes, eaten rice and or pastry, and bazaared. Thank-you Judy, Marg, Vicky, Sally Gale and Arabella. Many, many thanks to everyone who succumbed to our exorbitant prices. Fran Wilson 6M THE DANCES J 4 As head of the Dance Committee I would Hke to thank all the students who assisted in the arrangements for the dances. The Sunshine Spirit, the Censored and the Renaissance all proved to be great successes. This year Elmwood and Ashbury continually combined their efforts at the dances and Ashbury was certainly a tremendous addition. The Annual Graduation Dance — the for- mal—was held at the Country Club on March 8th, 1969. The Eastern Passage provided the musical background with psychedelic lighting. We were most honoured by the presence of the Chief Justice of Canada and Mrs. John Cartwright who was acting Governor-Gen- eral of Canada at that time. Thank you Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Aldous for your kind assis- tance and I would especially like to thank Nancy Gale and Penny Parker for their help- fulness at the dances. 1 ll« 1 1 TT 1 PT-K Kathy Mulock, Head of Dance Committee f .Hi. I I! !, Ml: Ml. ' ■mil :« . I-. 14 K «• . ' MH II ■ It ii «;1 III-. Il f mtipli tli.Iii It fil ' Mi H ftlilH It »l» I! Ill tn Ii 111 mil!) sat .ti it i:| SENIOR CHOIR Back Row: Anne Cooke, Vanda Steer, Charlotte Sinclair, Connie Snelgrove, Debby Grills, Jennifer Chance, Marissa Goebbels, Jane Martin. Middle Row: Jane NichoUs, Jenny Co ne, Vicky Wilgress, Jackie Heard, Mary-Margaret Southcott, Marnie Edwards, Margie Guthrie, Isabel Douglas. Front Row: Susan Massey, Mrs. Harwood-Jones, Ingrid Sorenson, Christy-Ann Lomas, Shareen Marland, Sue LeRoy, Charlotte Corder, Alison Corder, Gwendy Morris, Jane Ginsberg. JUNIOR CHOIR Back Row: Valentia Scarabelli, Sarah Hearn, Shane O ' Brien, (iill Wurtle, Elizabeth Hamilton, Penny Reed, Anna Berlis, Monica Dunn, Talitha Fabricius, Dian Conway, Jane Bell, Janis Robertson, Centre: Cathy Ginsberg. Arc: Ara Nixon, Sandra Kovachic, Mary Benson. Karen Ellis, Mary Wilson, Jenny Wilson, Rhoda Hanafi, Ranjana Basu, Sarah Abbatt. 37 Absent: Margot Francis, Ailsa Francis, Hillar V t. THE DEBATING CLUB Standing: Patsy Derrick, Dr. Kaitell, Barbara Thomas, Janet Stubbins, Jenny Coyne, Ingrid Sorenson. Seated: Joy Wallingford, Mary Margaret Southcott, Mrs. Whitwill, Jackie Heard, Jo-Anne Gross. DEBATING CLUB Debating this year was like the building of the first airplane. There was some canvas left over from last year, but the structure had to be assembled this year. Dr. Kaitell tried to pilot the unstable craft and did a great job with the help of co-pilots, Mrs. Whitwill andMissBlyth. We had several engine problems but with a final push, we flew into Ottawa University for the, " The Journal " - Ottawa U Debate on Nato. This was a great experience and we are hoping to update our machine and try again next year. M. M. Southcott 38 PUBLIC SPEAKING WINNERS Ranjana Basu, Jill Merril, Ingrid Sorenson, Kathy Mulock. REACH FOR THE TOP Make-up on, ties straight, adrenalin flowing, the four girls from Elmwood sit poised and ready to begin their fight to the finish before the TV cameras with the girls from Notre Dame. The dreaded music begins and the show is on. After the first traumatic smile as one ' s name is in- troduced, the nerves are forgotten and the game is the thing. There is an amazing time warp which makes one think the game is eternal, but when the final siren goes, it all seems to have flashed by in a split second. With great relief too, — so much so it seems inconsequential whether it was a loss or victory - Just get down from the pedestal, stretch your tensed-up limbs, and forget about those bloopers, and missed buzzers, and wrong answers . . . Three weeks later, same time, same station, only differ- ent teams - ladies meet the young gentlemen from Ash- bury College — what? — is this some kind of friendly CBC joke to get the " brothers " and " sisters " to defend their domination and superiority? Well, the game was in- troduced by reminding TV viewers that last year (being leap year and all) women had definately won the day, so now it would have to be Ashbury ' s chance to prove them- selves. With encouragement hke that the boys f soared ahead and retrieved their masculine pride-but not without a great deal of feminine charm and graciousness - on our part - that ' s known as unconscious female surrender! No sour grapes, though it was without doubt a tremendously exciting game. We gave them a good fight too, and man- aged to amass between us a record-breaking score, so that the scoring board ran out. And it was so fast and brain- bombarding that both teams were completely worn out, mentally and physically, and glad to pass on the torch to next year ' s teams, wondering with amused detachment, who will win the next " Battle of the Sexes " . 39 STRATFORD ' 68 One crisp Saturday morning in September at 5:45 the Elmwood girls once again set out to the Stratford Festival. Upon arriving at Stratford in the early afternoon, we enjoyed a picnic lunch in the park. Part of our lunch was much appreciated by the white swans which roamed around the lake near our picnic tables. We saw " Romeo and Juliet " that Saturday afternoon and in the evening, after a wonderful Bar-B Que in Queen ' .s Park, enlivened by a Highland Pipe Band, we saw " A Midsummer Night ' s Dream " . Juliet was played by Louis Marleau, Although she was very pretty, she didn ' t attract as much attention from the Elmwood girls as Christopher Walken, who made a very handsome " Romeo " . The performance of " Romeo and Juliet " proved to be a success when tears were to be found on our faces after the tragic but romantic deaths of Romeo and Juliet, the two lovers. " A Midsummer Night ' s Dream " was a strong, but pleasant contrast to " Romeo and JuUet " , being a light and gay play with the beautiful costumes of the Fairies. This well-done performance, with such performers as Martha Henry playing Tilania and Douglas Rain as Bottom, put us in the best frame of mind one could be in to face an all night bus trip home. We arrived home at six o ' clock in the morning. We were very weary but full of exciting memories of our trip. We spent the rest of Sunday sleeping to restore our strength for Monday morning. " ELMWOOD-UPON-AVON " On Friday, November 8, we assembled in the gym to watch and to p;irticipate in Elmwood ' s first " Elmwood-Upon-Avon " . The lights were dimmed and grade 13 started the show with " Antony and Cleo- patra " . Grade 12 presented " Macbeth " . The winning production of " Hamlet " , by grade 11, was excellently played. Grade 10 presented " Romeo and Jiiliet " . Grade 9 presented a humourous scene from " The Merchant of Venice " . All the productions were well executed. Prompters were not used and the actresses did a professional job. Parents came and watched with enthusiasm. It was difficult to select winners but the best in a male role was Jackie Heard, who played Ham- let, with second prize going to Jenny Bagnall as Macbeth. Best female player was Judy Levine as Lady Macbeth, with Paula Lawrence asninner-up in the part of (Cleopatra. Janet Urie did an ex- cellent job of announcing, and beautiful Elmwoodians in long formal dress presented the " Elmies " . It was a day that many of us will re- metnber for a long time. Let ' s hope " Elmwood-Upon-Avon " is continued next year. PUBLIC SPEAKING This year, on October 7, Elmwood had its annual Charity Speaking Contest followed by a film on the work of the Canadian Red Cross. Every member of each form did some research and pre- pared a small talk on their favorite charity. They did the work on the charity they were most anxious to have supported. Praise should be given to every girl of Elmwood for all the work and effort she spent on her speech. Many charities were represented and each con- testant spoke convincingly of her particular charity. One girl from each section of the school was chosen by democratic vote. The winning charities were supported during the year from " House " charity money. The speeches provided a wide scope for thought. We are looking forward to next year ' s Charity Speaking Contest. A special thank-you should be given to Mrs. Coyne and Mrs. Ginsberg for their help in judging and prize giving. The winners and tlieir charities are as follows: Junior-Junior; Ranjana Basu, C.N. LB. Junior: Jill Merril, OXFAM Intermediate: Ingrid Sorenson, The Ottawa Association For The Mentally Retarded Senior; Kathy Mulock, Canadian Cancer Society. THE HALLOWE ' EN PARTY On the evening of October 31, beginning at 7:00 p.m., a Hall- owe ' en party was held at Elmwood to celebrate this festive occasion. Each class partook in parading around the gym to music under the watchful eyes of the three judges. After the presentation of the prizes, chairs were set up in the g m, and everyone settled down to watch the plays performed by each of the forms and one skit by the staff. The skits were very amusing and they appealed to all the different age groups present. The celebrating ended at 10 o ' clock; it had been another successful Hallowe ' en party for Elmwood. LES JEUNES COMEDIENS DU TNM La troupe des Jeunes Comediens a ete fondee en 1963 par James de B. Domville de I ' Ecole Nationale de Theatre et John Hirsch du Manitoba Theatre Centre. Le succes de la premiere saison fut tel. tant aupres du public que de la critique, qu ' on organisa one nouvelle tournee beaucoup plus etendue I ' annee suivante. En 1965, les Jeunes Comediens remporterent le prix de la meilleure compagnie de tournee decerne annuellement par le Toronto Telegram. La compagnie devint, en 1966, les Jeunes Comediens du TNM. La troupe a parcouru le Canada de I ' Atlantique au Pacifique et son public a ete principalement forme d ' ecoliers; et d ' etudiants d ' universite. En quatre tournees totalisant quelque 430 representations, elle a atteint plus de 200,000 spectateurs. " LES JEUNES COMEDIENS " One afternoon all the one hundred and fifty odd students at Elmwood and 150 Ash- bury senior school boys squeezed into the gym to see a play put on by " Les Jeunes Come- diens " — a company of French actors and actresses that have toured Canada playing primarily for young audiences in High Schools and Colleges. The group presented an ex- tremely good and humourous play entitled " Les Deux Timides " . It was written by Eugene Labiche and tells the story of a father and a suitor who are both victims of their excess- ive timidity. The father stands in fear of Anatole Garadoux to whom he has given his daughter in marriage against his will. However his daughter secretly loves another man who is too timid to speak to her father. The [)lot thickens until finally the suitor and father face each other and everyone lives " happily ever after " . Several parts of the plot were explained by one of the actors for those whose French vocabulary was limited. Following the [)erformance there was a question and answer period. It was an extremely enjoyable afternoon and who would have thought that Mrs. Aldous could fit 300 students and teachers into the gym. THE FOLK CLUB Back Row: Cathy Maclaren, Jenny Bagnall, Lynn Carr-Harris, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Zandy Smith, Nora Curran. Middle Row: Kathy Baldwin, Judy Levine, Janet Stubbins, Sarah Hacon, Jennifer Chance. Front Row: Mary Margaret Southcott, Jackie Heard, Vicky Wilgress, Debby Grills, Jennifer Coyne. By popular demand the Folk Club reappeared on the Elmwood scene. In the fall we braved " Folk Prayers " . During the winter term many fingers helped compile a collection of songs and music. First came the expectant, clean stencils, then the return demand of purple stained efforts, then the methyl hydration of printing, and finally the lunch table assembly line of " study " escapees. The finished product was the " Anthology of Song " . The highlight of this year was the " Cafe Purple Peanut " , a smattering of the talent, from eighteen performers. The enthusiasm of many people made these efforts, including the noon-hour hootenannies, successful. Thank-you and " good luck " go especially to Janet, Cathy, Dawn and Joy. Where would we have ever found such spontaneous professional harmony and guitar-picking, but from these. M. M. Southcott MILES FOR MILLIONS - WE WALKED AGAIN The muscles ached and the bhsters were painful, but at the end of their arduous walk everyone felt satisfied. Whether it was five miles or the grueling forty, everyone who walk- ed did so in order to help other people, and this is what really counted. This year ' s " Miles for Millions " forty mile walk was even more successful than the previous two year ' s efforts. More than half of us at Elmwood walked raising a total of thirty six hundred dollars, which will go to various relief organizations all over the world. Credit should al- so be given to the numerous Elmwood girls who worked along the route at checkpoints. Sue McHardy DRAMA 1968-69 The 1968-69 year for drama at Elmwood, has been ex- tremely successful in the outcome of its chosen plays. At Christmas we experimented with Dylan Thomas ' s " A Childs Christmas in Wales " . Since it was in a story form and not a play form, there were four readers of the story and the others pantomimed it with some dialogue. Owing to Mrs. Van Dine ' s imagination and Jan ' s handywork, the set was vividly portrayed with snow falling and two scenes go- ing on all at the same time. For the big performance in the spring, Mrs. Van Dine chose the well known play by Tohrnton Wilder, " Our Town " . This, for Elmwood, (meaning an all girl cast) was extremely successful. On the surface it was the story of a small town " Grobers Corners " and all about a few main people, their births, loves, lives, and deaths — even after deaths. Underneath it was a portrayal of all people. Their feelings, reactions, and thinkings. It showed us to be, some- times, narrow and spiritually short sighted. As a quote from the play says: " Do people ever realize life while they live it - - - every, every, minute? " " Saints and poets, they do some. " To finish off, we would all like to give Mrs. Van Dine our warmest thanks, for pushing us to work hard and giving us the praise we needed, after we had. D.G. 43 RUDDIGORE CAST In Order Of Appearance Zorah Ruth Dame Hannan . . . Rose May bud . . . Robin Oakapple. . Mad Margaret . . . . Richard Dauntless Old Adam Jane Blyth Joy Wallingford Janet Hughson Sydney Wilansky Norman Macdonell Geoffrey Thomson Jon Macdonald Cathy Maclaren Dell Hallett Dawn Harwood-Jones Sir Despard Murgatroyd Sir Rodric Murgatroyd. Chorus of Professional Bridesmaids J. Chance, J. Coyne, J. Ginsberg, M. Goebbels, D. Grills, M. Guthrie, J. Heard, J. Martin, S. Massey, C. Sinclair, C. Snelgrove, I. Sorensen, M.M. Southcott, V. Wilgress. Chorus of Bucks and Blades R. Barrios, B. Clark, M. Connell, G. Davies, S. James, A. Johnston, M. Joyce, D. Ku, R. Lovell, D. Stewart, S. Stirling. Chorus of Family Portraits (Old Masters) J. Bedell, T. Egan, J. Glover, G. James, R. Laird, H. Penton, M. Sherwood, H. Somerville. Director Geoffrey Thomson ,Lorna Harwood-Jones Judith Carter Tony Egan Aline Van Dine, Judy Carter, Paula Lawrence, Caroline Don, Norma Smith Pat Barott S. Macdonald, C. Maclaren, S. Smallwood, L. Smith Asst. Director. Choreography. Stage Manager Make-Up Electrician .... Back-stage Staff Act 1 Scenery painted by Rafael Barrios and Brian Meech Act ] — Fishing Village in Cornwall Intermission 15 minutes Act 11 — Picture Gallery in Ruddigore Castle " RUDDIGORE " Very few people in Ashbury or Elmwood had ever heard of " Ruddigore " before this year. When they did see it on May second or third, some found it one of Gilbert and Sullivan ' s funniest operettas, and the music is up to Sulli- van ' s good standards. Much credit should go to the Elmwood-Ashbury team that put it on. In a short time they whipped up an amazing- ly professional performance. In spite of occasional weakness in lines or notes, the acting and character interpretation was well put across, and most of the music was very good — the tone was pleasing and one could actually hear part singing. Either the parts were well cast, or the acting well done (probably a combination of both), for no one seemed ill at ease with his or her part. Jane as " Zorah " had a difficult task to set the mood of the first scene but she threw her- self into it and did a magnificent job. Her voice was weak but had a clear tone and she enunciated well. Janet was a marvelous " Dame Hannah " , although she might have made the little old lady too attractive. She acted and sang well. Her last song with " Roddy -Doddy " was well handled and enjoyable. " Rose Maybud " can be a very funny character and Dawn was able to portray it quite well - fighting to keep a straight face. Although she wasn ' t quite " slim, trim " or " pale " , her acting and singing were quite good. The gauch- ness called for by the character " Robin " seemed almost natural with John. His timing in the quick dialogue with came across well. Although his acting in the first act was good, he came through even more forcibly in the second act. He has a pleasant voice and, with the exception of some notes, sang well. Robin ' s trusty servant, Sydney (Old Adam Goodheart) had a hard time with his notes but his face made up for it. Although he isn ' t an ugly old man in real life, a combination of good make-up and expressive facial distortions helped to make a very interesting and alive-look- ing character. Dell, as " Richard Dauntless " could hardly be faulted musically or dramatically except that he tended to rush his lines. His hornpipe certainly was the talk of the fleet. He had a heart-winning cheerfulness which was irre- pressable, even when he was stealing his best friend ' s girl - or losing her. Cathy made a marvelous " Mad Margaret " . Her hystrionics were appealing and fit the part well but some notes gave her trouble and it was sometimes hard to under- stand the words when she sang. Her many and varied dances delighted the audiences . . . " Hawkesbury you know " . Norman asSirDespard was initially the embodiment of evil and it was amazing how straight he became when a change of character was called for. Norman acted well but some of the notes were a bit low for his range. Special men- tion should be made of his and Richard ' s little dance - " You understand? " - for few will forget it. One can find no fault in Geoffry Thomson as Sir Roderic - he was excellent and one could almost call him a master. There was infinitly more work put into the scenery this year than last. The second scene made a great impact with that fluorescent lighting, and the electrifying appearance of the ghosts was probably the highlight of the evening. The ghosts themselves were well liked by the audience for they sang, acted and looked awesome(ly). The boys chorus was spritly and debonaire and great fun. Everyone loved them including the bridesmaids. The bridesmaids had a hard task to ridicule themselves but did an extremely funny job and were greatly appreciat- ed. The singing of the chorus improves every year. Hard work was put into the dancing by the actors and directors and the results were rewarding - the dances added great spice to the activity. In fact, all the choreography was original and interesting. Congratulations to Judith Carter, Geoffry Thomas and Lorna Harwood-Jones for executing such a difficult task with such astounding results. 45 in love with sports! 50 SPORTS NOTES This year, sports was an interesting, diversified, and im- portant part of school life. In September, each house elect- ed its own sports captain, Lynn Carr-Harris representing Keller, Charlotte Sinclair, Fry, and Sue McHardy, Nightin- gale. Whether cheering or playing, the whole school contri- buted to the inter-house games and once again, though the competition was tough, Fry carried off the Volleyball and Basketball trophies. Keller was a close second. Volleyball was played at Notre Dame, Elmwood Seniors winning two of the three games. Unfortunately, during the winter. Miss Carter suffered appendicitis and since most of my classes were held at Ash- bury, there was a lull in the sports activities. However, many skaters covered the rink during the January and Feb- ruary months. Spring brought forth Spring Fever - and Badminton, Tennis, Softball, and High jumping. In May, a week before the final exams, the entire school, smallest to the tallest, performed before parents and guests, a Square Dance, taught to us by Miss Carter. Although there may have been many doubts beforehand, many congratulated her highly on the results when the final test came. Sports Day was won on the overall by Fry. The girls who won the four divisions were also Fryites - Jenny Bag- nall, Nancy Worthen, Jane Bell, Ranjana Basu. The day was sunny and pleasant; the Sui Sang sale was successful and several records were broken: a rewarding day for even the least sports-minded. Thanks to Miss Carter the sports department had a suc- cessful year. Our congratulations on her patience with both the classes and the Sports Captain. " Muggsy " THE GYM CLUB Squeals, grunts, and giggles were the normal sounds which issued forth from the gym every Thursday afternoon for an hour and a half. With arms and legs flying, people were flipped into the air, and others cartwheeled across the mats. But this year there was some- thing different. The gym club was given its own uniform: a long-sleeved, green leotard. This recent innovation brightened up the club and, of course, proved to be much more comfortable. But our acrobatics were not to be continued for long. Much to everyone ' s regret, our teacher, Miss Carter, had appendicitis in January, thus forcing the gum club to be suspended for the duration of the second term. Then, due to unavoidable circumstanc- es, the club was discontinued for the third term. We all look forward to resuming our activities in the coming year. D. Coyne. Standing: Penny Parker, Jackie Heard, Jenny Bagnall, Nora Curran, Charlotte Sinclair, Judy Patton, Sue Michelson, Miss Carter. Kneeling: Christy-Ann Lomas, Sue Massey, Judy WiUiams, Debbie Coyne, Agi Ivan, Ahson Corder. 51 VOLLEYBALL 52 SENIOR VOLLEYBALL TEAM Debby Coyne, Agi Ivan, Sue Massey, Nancy Worthen, Jackie Heard, Charly Sinclair, Jenny Bagnall, Margaret Armitage. JUNIOR SCHOOL VOLLEYBALL TEAM Standing: Vivian Tenipleton, Gillian Briscoe, Monica Dunn, Anna Berlis, Heather Nesbitt, Beth Parkinson. Kneeling: Cathy Ashton, Janis Robertson, Jane Bell, Diana Conway, Gill Wurtle. VOLLEYBALL This year we had even more enthusiasm than last, and instead of the sports captains having to beg for players, they actually had to hold try-outs to choose from the many hard-fingered volunteers in their houses. Fry must have had just a few more willing hands and bendy knees because it won. (Although it must be admitted not by any sizeable margin). Next term, perhaps the table will turn (or should one say the ball will fly), but all teams will have to work hard to surpass this year ' s standard. J.B. BASKETBALL FRY BASKETBALL WINNERS Standing: Debbie Grills, Marg Armitage, Charlotte Sinclair, M.M. Southcott. Kneeling: Jenny Bagnall, Jackie Heard, Nancy Worthen, Debbie Coyne. For the first time, Elmwo od played basketball outside. Every day each team went down to the tennis courts shaking (at least Keller was.) Although there was a lot of com- petition, Fry came out on top with an all-around score of 24-16 (against Keller). Our thanks to Miss Carter and Jenny Bagnall, whose reffing skill we couldn ' t do without. Lynn C-H 54 BADMINTON WINNERS Back Row: Agi Ivan, Luziah Ismail, Monica Dunn, Anna Berlis, Jenny Bagnall, Jackie Heard, Beatrice Hampson, Debby Coyne, Alison Corder. Front Row: Rnajana Basu, Rhoda Hanafi. SPORTS DAY SPORTS DAY WINNERS Left to Right: Junior-Jane Bell, Intermediate - Nancy Worthen, Senior - Jenny Bagnall, Gantam-Ranjana Basu. 55 56 Caught in the act You ' ve been using " Head and Shoulders " ! 60 I really can I ' ly, I ' ll show you! Green! 61 WALLS These four white barriers form the boundaries of my Ufe- A pale cold empty eggshell of a room The fragile translucent nature of this membrane Is such that When you hold the egg up to a candle A small distinct shadow can be seen- A feeble yet continual throbbing speck in the pulse of this incubation Still only a shadow And only a shadow of the light and the warmth without Can be felt by the unseen unborn within Beauty for a while can paint the inside of this shell Fairies and three-toed sloths came secretly one night And sprinkled their magic into colours on these walls But death came soon another night It started with a sigh rooted far into unconsciousness Then with a seering rip of agony it shocked me out of sleep All was silent now And Beauty lay -a lifeless piece of paper on the floor And an empty white spot on the unforgiving wall. Jane Blyth, 6 Upper A WISH I dreamed I saw two lovers hand in hand Stood on God ' s sunkissed golden sand. And looking outward to the sea Through the hot and hazy mist He took her gently in his arms - they kissed. They stood through all eternity A boy and girl in love ' Twas you and me. Charlotte Corder, 5C YOU AND At last, pale from our long winter hibernation, we emerge from our houses as moles from burrows. What could be a more welcome sight than that long-a-waited friend the sun returning at last to melt the confining snow banks. What could bring more relief, as you stand shivering and rain-drenched than the sight of shafts of sun-light finally breaking through a rift in the willful clouds Mr. Sun„that herald of yellow morning intrudes at your window, tugs impatiently at your sleepy eyelids, prying them open and making idleness impossible even to the laziest of us. Even the finest green plant is drinking in the sunshine. Leisure- ly, you sip it too as you would strong spirits that gladden your soul and impart an inner glow and an outer warmth. Sunlight glistens on the wavelets, blazes on the sand, filters through crannies and dapples through leaves; drenching you; dazzling you; glorious, flowing, glittering, gleaming sun! But I have not forgotten that the sun has his shady side. Even the best of us have our faults and one cannot deny the sun to be a rather sly fellow at times. We can all remember occasions when we have gathered together sunglasses, sun-tan oil, (sun-hat, radio and other articles essential to sunbathing and tripped merrily out ex- pecting to turn a golden brown, only to find that the sun has THE BAREFOOT BOY With humble pride he walks Each down from home to toil; His day is black around him, His world : beneath the soil. Sometimes he pulls a trolley. With other children round ; They trudge, backs bent so cruelly, Deep down within the ground. Sometimes he crawls through the tunnels. With space, there, just enough, He prays for his salvation. In tunnels wet and rough. What will he do when grown up? He ' ll be maimed in body and soul. The lives are short and fruitless For the workers from the " hole " . His fate is up to betters. To see what they can do. But then, it pays them fully To be deaf and blind to truth. So now he ' ll work his heart out. For progress in his land. He ' s not alone in poverty: He ' s one of a lonely band. Anne Cooke, 5C THE SUN pulled a curtain of clouds over his face obstinately refusing to show himself until, of course, you have retreated into your house once again. Many are the times you have sat for five days of the week in a dull and dusty schoolroom gazing longingly at the brilliant sunshine outside only to find on escaping Friday after- noon, that the sun has gone away for a holiday weekend and will not return till next Monday. The moon, the more dignified sister of the sun, is credited with much majesty and mystery. Her proud statehness is foreve r cele- brated by the poets. But the sun has his grandeur too. He has a History of worship and praise by man. In the Greek myths he is described as a fiery chariot driven across the skies by the sun god. Think how many poets have celebrated his resplendent sunset in verse; how many artists have attempted to reproduce his magni- ficent splash of evening colours on canvas. Even as children nearly every one of our crude drawings included our friend the sun; a huge yellow ball in the sky with a merry smiling face drawn in. Indeed, what would life be without him? There would be no life at all. Simply a void, frigid, black and vast. Cal Don, 6M 64 A CHRISTMAS EXPERIENCE Fear is often the result of ignorance so that my first reaction on hearing that volunteers were required for the Christmas visit to the Old Folk ' s Home v fas one of accustomed vi ' ithdrawal. After all, I had always rather felt ill-at-ease in the presence of old people, perhaps because I rarely came in contact with them. (My grandparents had died when I was very young.) This 1 explained apologetically to my house head when she asked me to accompany her " HOUSE " to the home. " Oh really " she cried with exasperation, " don ' t you ever think of anyone but yourself? " This cutting remark made me decide to go although I didn ' t see how my awkward presence would help cheer up the elderly patients. When we appeared in the front hall of the home we were met with the indifferent stares of some of the inhabitants. Soon the matron appeared and lead us up to the sixth floor and subsequently left us. Our little group stood about awkwardly not knowing exactly what was expected. Then our house head took the initiative and with a junior in hand for support, led us down the halls in an off-key verse of " Silent Night " . The occupants of the building sat around in sunny, modern surroundings which contrasted with their somnolent, resigned air. Some carried on desolotory conversations among them- selves, while others nodded to sleep in front of television. Along the way the girls wandered from room to room distribu- ting colorful paper flowers and cookies. I watched curiously as one girl approached an old lady with a box of cookies. " I ' m sorry " , said the woman, " but 1 cannot afford it. " " Please take one " , replied the girl, " it ' s a present. " The old lady smiled and extended a quavering hand for the cookie. " Thank you. You are so kind to us. " she murmured weakly. " I would have met you at the door but 1 am ill to-day. " Encouraged by the sight of such a touching reaction 1 decided to offer some cookies myself. I approached an old lady sitting alone in a corner of the room and gazing expressionlessly ahead of her. I was wary of the reaction I would receive for some simply sat and stared numbly at the box, but the lady smiled timidly and accepted my offering. Suddenly a nurse appeared behind me. " No, no " , she cried to the woman as if reprimanding a small child. " We musn ' t eat that cookie. Give it to me. " She swept the cookie away from the old woman ' s grasping hand and walked crisply away. The elderly ladyi looked after her in a bewildered fashion and then sank back into reverie. Soon it was time to turn back. The bright paper flowers and most of the cookies had gone. I bundled into my coat and rushed out into the brisk wintery air. The sun was shining and I was young and healthy and determined more than ever to enjoy the exuberance of youth. Mo Don, 6 Upper PERHAPS Perhaps some day, if Fate ' s unkind. And I should find that 1 am blind, I wonder what the thing would be That I would miss, and yet now see. A poet may, with hungry looks. Lay tender thoughts on living looks; A surgeon full of wondrous plans. Would grieve about his sightless hands. But I, my love, would dream the while. About the wonder of your smile. And break my heart with tender sighs. Remembering your loving eyes. So now perhaps you ' ll understand If I sit close and hold your hand; Forgive me if I seem to stare. To me those eyes are jewels rare. C. Corder, 5 C The sun is setting now, the darkness fills the skies The people are leaving now, whispering good-byes. The party is over now, as the atmosphere dies The shouts have softened now, to dull, muffled cries. The children yawn now, they shut their tired eyes. The old man, he is speaking now, but no-one there replies. The train is stopping now, to Mr. Passenger ' s surprise. They say the war is over now, did they compromise? Alice Brodie, 5 C A white sun pushing warmth through chilled air, A cool breath blovsing strands of sun-transparent hair before my eyes. A fly only half-alive buzzing softly by my ear. Grass, moist with first rains, showing green above the brown of a dead year, A warm feeling of new, vital life surrounding the air. And the one thought that wanders through the atmosphere; Spring. Janet Hughson, 6 Upper 65 THE BOARDER ACT 1: SCENE 1 DRAMATIS PERSON AE: Avina Green Matilda Grey A gentleman SCENE: A living-room of a nineteenth century mansion. Two old ladies are seated in antique chairs by the hearth. Arvina: It ' s been a week since we sent our ad to the Fairhaven Tribune and it isn ' t in yet. If it isn ' t in to-night, I ' ll go to that rickety old newspaper office and I ' ll, I ' ll .... Matilda: Calm down Avie, you ' re spared that trip; here it is, the ordy such add in the paper to-night. Room and board at low price in comfortable abode of two dear old ladies - - phone Fair- haven 2, ring or visit. Avina: Old George of the Tribune always escapes my assaults by the skin of his teeth. Well, perhaps now we ' ll finally get a boarder, to use that beautiful spare room upstairs. It will be so handy to have someone else to help around the house. My cattail patch needs thinning, the dogs have to be walked .... Matilda: And developing films is getting a bit much for me now. (A loud hollow knock at the front door) Ah, there ' s the door now. Aren ' t you excited Arvie? Our very own boarder, just like in the movies. (Opens door) And a young gentleman too. Come in, won ' t you? Mind the bowl of cattail fluff. I ' m Matilda Grey and this is Arvina Green. You have come to inquire about our Uttle boarding ad, no doubt. Well, we guarantee total satisfaction. Arvina: Won ' t you sit down. No, Sir Andrew, don ' t jump on his lap, it ' s bad for your heart. Shake hands with this gentleman. He is really an intelUgent httle spaniel but he fights terribly with his brother, Hamlet our great dane, so they have to take turns in the yard and in the house. Gentleman: Yes, ma ' am. Your pets are very interesting but I really .. MatUda: That sort of thing doesn ' t interest a gentleman, Avie. Let ' s tell him about our hobbies. I enjoy picture-taking, and as you can see by the name-plate on that door, I have a dark-room in which I develop my own pictures. Are you interested in photog- raphy. Gentleman: Oh very much so ma ' am, but I must explain . . . Matilda: Oh, yes a young gentleman at your age would be very in- experienced, I know, but it will be nice to have a helping for it ' s getting a bit much for me now and Arvie here, despises the hobby. I ' ll be happy to give you a few helpful tricks of the trade as we go along. Arvina: And I, as you already know, raise cattails. They are very handy for a number of good causes. We crush the roots and use them effectively for our rheumatismand for bad colds. The fluff is really warm for stuffing and the bottom of the stalks make good wire. Gentleman: Yoii don ' t understand, I mean Matilda: I really do suppose that you would like to see your bed- room now. I hope you don ' t mind lizards and toads. We have several terraniums hnirig the upstairs hall. Once you get used to the rumblings of the sea, they will almost lullaby you to sleep. In your room is a huge austere portrait of my great grand-father, a sea-captain who insisted that his picture be hung in his old room. His face has so much life and character in it that one often feels as if he will start a conversation. Now, have we forgot- ten to tell him anything or warn him about anything, Arvie? Gentleman: Thank you very much Miss Green and Miss Grey. I did enjoy this visit with you but there will be no need for me to see your spare bedroom; I ' m only taking the census in this area. CURTAIN WHY? Black was her hair Like oil at night; Black were her eyes Dark pools of Ught ; These brought no cries Faces 1 see on the bus in the morning; Of wrath and of hate. Grey faces, sleepy faces. But black was her skin Old faces on young people. And black was her fate. Young faces on old people. Somehow I feel youth comes with age. Black were her hands Dirty yet clean; Some faces happy, smiling, talking; Black were her feet Some faces sad, bored, weary; Unshod clearly seen; Faces of men and women, bound by responsibiUty, These brought no cries Unable or unwilling to unfetter themselves Of envy and of spite, And Uve. So why ask for mercy. Or why put up a fight? Christine Deeble, 6 Upper Ahson Corder, 5C 66 AN EXAM Books were heaped high; they rose above him in clean new towers. The day, the room, his stomach, were all white and sunwashed. A bus bumbled to a stop below the window; a healthy girl with strong long legs clambered off. She was grinning. He was happy too. Karen saw him look back critically. He was deciding that a blithering, omni-blurring snow storm was a suburb ' s only true friend. The bus was late. They cracked a half hours silence with a grunt and lurched out of the shelter. He walked too quickly. He had fed her well so, as she stumbled she silenced the grumbles that started in the bases of her bare ears. She saw his scowl. She didn ' t envy him the blank, crumpled foolscap in his knapsack either. His nose was hooked on at a defiant angle but, his feet were wet. His shoulders braced a staggering elm Ladies looked at him, clutching at unworthy Aquascutums and London fogs. Later, in church, it was concluded that he would not have appreciated their revamped charms anyway. The man on the pedestal enjoyed his audience, was sorry to see the doors swing open. In response to a request to make it short, he had lengthened his sermon by half its length. He saw the silken females plunge to- wards the sporadic spring sun, coats flaring from their shoulders. The flags were warm and the elm hardly missed its buttress. Stench from the drunk percolated through the receiver. Her nostrils scottled up and back into her face like fiddler crabs shocked by sudden light. She, snarling, slaughtered the telephone. Its dying breath: " You, love, are a lingering flame in my lips and my loins, you ... " A quart of cold coffee sat tritely, monarch of the mess. It surveyed its court bleakly - the mounds of filthy man coverings, and dappled with illegibly useless notes, and the boy himself dramatically haggered, dirty, and justifiably scared. More coffee downstairs - spilt - and a newspaper to mop it up. — Bulletin Mexico City (A. P.). About two hundred miners were reported trapped by a mine explosion near Barroterran in northern Mexico last night. It flipped down on his desk, whitely omnipotent and blank. He had ' been cultivating an ironic smUe. He used it. He turned the sheet over. His well wrought expression crumpled in the middle. The question was ' why ' ? He answered it. ' Because ' . Fran Wilson, 6 Matric FACES The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intention. Cicero. Sensitivity is to care. Caring is to respond. Responding is to fulfill. There is someone calling; silently pleading. The key? The essence map is mirrored Where? Seek, search, it is there pleading Murky pools, deep, dark, urging. Rivers, rivers of the essence mirrored there. Years of being, their course is plotted. Furrows deep in contemplation Joy, anguish, sorrow cast from the soul lie there; yearning. Can you possess the dispossessed? The way is charted. Are you there? If so, you be noble above all men. Debbie Hunter, 6 Matric MEHJAASREY (CHILDREN OF THE RAIN) Mehjaasrey was mine. He grew, I grew our faces were happy and sometimes sad - were we strange? no-one knew, in heavy robes of wool we were clad and when all the sky was filled with sunshine our faces would be plain but light up, when we felt upon them a thrilling splash of rain. I sleep ... I drink . . I meditate . . . he walks .... and at his dirty feet a dove once more reminds him of his love. The blinding sun shines down again his loving face a look of pain rain .... rain .... rain .... RAIN! showed his tender love again, we know we should like the sun just the same but what a joyous game made rain He must exist .... I must exist we both insist on rain Are we strange? no-one knows. Rosemary Hart, 5 B 67 A TOAST TO SCIENCE My world turned and twisted as if consumed by an unseen fire. A strange array of colours appeared before me, dark at first but lightening slowly. Different patterns formed beautifully, and then vanished as quickly as they had appeared. I was in a strange kaleido- scope world, and struggling to find a path to normahty. Somewhere behind the irregular movements there was a throb; small at first but growing in intensity and pain until it b ecame intolerable, I crashed through the kaleidoscope world and hit reahty. With a sudden cry of fear my consciousness returned and the memory of the past news- lines ran before my mind. " 1968, A toast to Science . . . January 2, Dr. Phihp Blaiberg 58, received a new heart of Clive Haupt in world ' s third heart trans- plants . . . January 10 . . . May 10, scientists working on new hope - brain transplants . . . scheduled for early in the new year - Rachael Bourne to be pioneer of brain transplants. " The incredibility of my situation overwhelmed my aching mind, as I tried to think, reason, and explain myself to myself. But the pain was excruciating and I dove back into my kaleidoscope world. When the lights unmercifully hfted again 1 was aware of strange thoughts. I climbed to the surface and brace dmyself against the bed as if afraid my mind would explode; panting, sweating, victim of my own horror of my certainty. If death should try to I wouldn ' t be able to resist, I ' d let it happen. Frantically I try to gain my kaleidoscope to pull over the latchless door of my consciousness. Then I sucumb, exhausted, drained of my willpower and my arms wrap around the pillow - the pillow that isn ' t mine. Nothing is mine. Not even my mind. 1 fall into a stupor, into the depths of a dream that is my only escape, my only means of saying ' no ' to insanity. " Crazy, Crazy " I repeat again and again - It ' s all so crazy. The sleep is heavy and un- satisfying. In my dreams I have already felt the same vague melan- choly the weight on my head the sadness that won ' t stop oppressing the imagination. In the depths of the dark abyss, in the silent dream, I see myself coming towards the bed, I see her coming to- wards myself from the blackness of the abyss, I see myself crawling towards . . . myself? 1 entered that world where the lights are for- ever trembling in front of the images. She tried to understand; she tried to unite; and tried to remain and to become one. 1 was aware of familiar faces. Turning their backs they walk slowly towards the door that leads to the world I once knew. They closed the door behind them and left me to sleep. Alix Young, 6 U HEAD OF LEO YOUNG LOVE IS AS A BRILLIANT ROSE Young love is Uke, a rose. a brilliant Rose of flavour sweet. Alas! The rose lives but a few summer months. and then, it withers, and dies, and is, forgotten. Young love so very like, this rose. Blossoms forth in all its glory, and so, for a time it, does continue, and then, it as the rose does; withers, and dies, and is, forgotten. Marissa Goebbels, 5 B Sandy, softly, Usting, flicking, angling neatly in the mess. The dark gold lace on the brown bronze face Heavy falling, slowly sliding, brownly brawling, torrent tangled And lazy lidded gauzy greenings May hap watching, mostly dreaming Realy rolling, roughly flowing, rasping the rattings From the hunching, looking, yellow killing cavern people. Fran Wilson, 6 Matric THE ICE STORM silver a shiver shattered and clattered rat-like down the roof a crazy palace cracked a cat screamed it split rumbles come lower heavy guns the crumbling weight of war crushes ack-ack clapped out cackling flak tattered the sky death rattled cuirassed poor world was mugwumped peace came plop Fran Wilson, 6 M THE BLIND GIRL Her world is dark; as black as night. She never sees the sun; No trees, no birds, no daffidols. No stars, not even one. The sun feels hot; the snow is cold, But why, she doesn ' t know, She hears, she speaks, but cannot see The way she has to go. Sharleen Marland, 5 C 68 TAILS Tails have many, many uses. The tail may be considered the most essential part of the lives of most, if not all animals. Not only do all animals have tails but most of the reptiles also. The majority of animals have tails for balance. It would be an impossibihty for a cat to execute his balancing acts atop fences and his acrobatic leaps from rooftop to tree branch without his tail. The same applies to horses. The head of a horse weighs approximately fifty pounds and plays an important part in the balance of the horse. Without a tail, the horse would be extremely top heavy, because the head and the tail represent a type of scales that maintain the balance of the animal. The faster a horse moves, the more extends his head and neck and thus his tail extends to maintain the equilibrium. Therefore, without a tail, every horse would land on his nose every time he tried to run. The tails of birds also play a large part ui their lives. Without their tails not one bird would be able to fly. The tail is one of the most important pieces of flying equipment a bird has. The precise angle at which a bird placed his tail, combined with Ihe most mini- scule spread of the feathers, affects not only the bird ' s direction, but also his speed and flight. Many tails are used as a type of fifth arm as in the case of monkeys, apes, chimpanzees and so on, who not only use them for balance but for shinnying up trees, swinging from palm tree to palnii tree, as a useful third hand to hold a banana while the other two are busy holding the tree and generally just hanging upside down. Tails are also excellent signallers. It is a well known fact that RABBIT The Rabbit meandered through the city-unseen In his camoflaged autumn fur Becoming part of the yellowed world Knowing he must, yet wondering why And pondering it all with a strange fascination. He heard the shot which sang past his ear He felt the shot which smashed his brain He saw the hunters drawing near He tasted a shot of bewildering pain. The Rabbit lay prostrate on the ground - aware Of his blood-soaked autumn fur Becoming part of another world Knowing he must, yet wondering why Through the last of his tears - still wondering why. Ahx Young, 6 Upper beavers warn each other of dangers by beating the water with their flat paddle-like tails. Fish also use their tails to warn their kin of dan- ger. The tail is probably used the most by the fish for it is his main source of propulsion as it is also his rudder. Without his tail, the fish would be immobile and more than likely ex tine I. Tails may also be destructive. The whale uses his as a destructive weapon. One flip of this giant mammaFs tail has sent hundreds of men to their death at the bottom of the sea as the slight flick has smashed and wrecked their boats beyond repair and salvation. One of the most interesting uses of the tail is that made by the kangeroo. The kangeroo ' s most powerful tail forms a natural pogo- stick, the one form of propulsion of its kind in nature. Tails have also found their uses in showing appreciation as in the loving wag of man ' s best friend, the dog, and have proved themselves one of the most effective fly-switchers for the horse. They also form daisy- chains when elephants link tail to trunk for a trip through the jungle. Tails have even found their way into fashion. How on earth could a female peacock even choose a worthy husband without first examining and selecting carefully (the most superior coloured tailed male to be found? )Tails have become so important in the last few hundred years that even man who is the most superior of all these animals desires one. Man, most unfortunately, through some mistake in evolution, lost his and has had to substitute a false one for the effective wooing of the ladies at gala affairs. For it would seem most improper, would it not, lo appear before the Queen minus your swallow tail ' . ' Martha Pimm, 6 Matric the male with the most superior tail colouring. REBIRTH You and 1 the embryo; knowing little, feeling less. Wrapped within the white wall of our self made womb. Reach out, scratch the side of our egg and promptly forget why. No reason, perhaps a vague awareness of some apocalyptic future. Blurred by the warmth of our pulsating cell. Secure, safe and yet the fetus stirs, turns on its side and shakes- Both its world and its creator. Snuggling upwards, always towards the promise. It punches a hole in the placenta and greets - the void. Paula Lawrence, 6 Upper HOW TO PUT ON A SKI JACKET The act of putting on a ski jacket is an art. To accomplish this difficult feat you must possess great dexterty; co-ordination and nimbleness. One should put on a nonchalant, experienced manner, so that onlookers will not decide that you are a spastic three year old. Having made an attempt to clarify and impress upon you the above points, I will proceed to outline how a well brought-up indi- vidual would go about putting on a ski jacket. First, you grasp the end of your sleeve with your left hand, and with your other hand you grip the collar of the jacket. If you have successfully completed step one, it is advised that you follow through with step two. In the second easy step, you simply manipulate your left hand the left arm hole of the jacket, being careful not to release your grip on your sleeve. The third step is sHghtly more complex, but can be easily mas- tered with practice. Balance the right shoulder of the coat on your right shoulder, and quickly reach around in front of you and firmly grab the end of the right coatsleeve. Hold on tightly. Manoevre your right arm up beside you, and speedily stuff it into the jacket sleeve. Needless to say, if you have forgotten to grasp the cuff of your right shirt sleeve, you will discover, much to your discomfort, that your shirt sleeve is wadded up into a mass around your armpit. If, in your hasty forgetfulness, you have committed this error, you will have to remove your right arm from the jacket, and re-attempt step three following all instructions. Now if you are lucky, you may have the coat on and comfortably secure. The only remaining step is to zip up the front. Grasp the zipper slot in the left hand, making sure it is pushed down to its fullest extent at the lower edge of your coat. With the right hand, firmly hold the zipper feed. Guide the feed into the zipper slot, and push down securely. This accomplished, casually pull the zipper handle upwards towards your neck. Be very careful not to catch your shirt in the zipper feed, as this is rather embarassing. Pull the handle right up under your chin, being very cautious not to catch the skin of your neck in the zipper as this is painful, and causes purple marks on the neck which can be difficult to explain away to interested friends. If you have succeeded in out witting the zipper, the armholes, and your shirt sleeves, you should be completely encased from the hips upwards to the neck, in a jacket. If you have accomplished this near impossible feat, then you are entitled to be very proud of yourself. However, for the poor unfortunate who simply cannot succeed at this complex operation, I suggest that you take the easy way out and invest your dollars in a coat with buttons. Holly Darling, 6 M , „ THOUGHTS ON SOLITAIRE HENRY KING The chief defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of string. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself in ugly knots inside. Physcians of the " Utmost Fame " Were called at once, and when they came, They answered as they took their fees, " There is no cure for this disease! " " Henry will very soon be dead! His parents stood about his bed Lamenting his untimely death When Henry with his " Latest Breath " , Cried, " 0 my friends be warned by me. That breakfast, dinner, lunch and tea Are all the Human Frame requires! With that the wretched child expires. Beth Knox, 6 Matric Playing triple solitaire on the floor. Everyone fighting for every card As if their whole life depended on it. But this is life — Life in it ' s true conflict. Irony shows itself - human frailty glows. I watch the hands move faster And the whole world rushes forth without me. In twos and threes they pile higher One missed is one lost One gained and a new pattern opens up Then a realization - that card gained Has closed doors to others. As others have closed to me. The thought was there, it hung and dropped, I falter, I wonder. It is no more. But life must go on - 1 turn up my card The face becomes real and memories succeed; Of hatreds, of loves, of past solitudes. Blocked, stopped, confused, frustrated; Challenge, unturned card. Then revelation. Future — it ' s all in my.Jiand. Alix Young, 6 U TO SIX MATRIC WITH LOVE One day my master telephoned me: " Get your umbrella out, for off we go! " This was a serious catastrophe For me, a very bittcf, biting blow. For how can I leave you, dear 6 Matric, Whose eye-beams string with mine on single thread. Whose perspicacity and perspic-ic Are all an M.A. ox could ever dread? But part we must and etymology And you and I must roam our separate roads. Farewell, Macbeth and Mag and pretty Dee! Farewell, dear Donne and Don and all those odes! Be good, sweet maids, and let who will be clever. Success is naught. The only hope ' s endeavour. Mrs. D. W. Blyth 70 SWEET WILLIAM He shouts, he screams, he frightens the cat, He eats all the sweets; he becomes so fat. Sweet WiUiam, his parents pride and joy, When they ' re away, is a naughty boy. He bullies the children, he makes them cry. When his cat has kittens, they always die. He whistles in class, draws on the wall. Smashes the window with the hard rubber ball. He does exactly what pleases him. For anyone else, what a ' dreadful sin ' . The adults never smile, they always look grim, How thankful they are he ' s not of their kin. But soon, some day, he will see What an idiot one can be! Shareen Marland, 5 C THE PHANTOM HORSE Out of the waves he rose each night, And galloped across the sand Of the little island in the sea. The island of Camistand. His satin coat was silky white; His mane and tail were gold; His hoofs seemed tinged with a silvery sheen; He was a sight to behold! Now on the island of Camistand, There lived a man of greed; With all his heart he coveted This great and noble steed. An evil plan was forming In the mean mind of this man; He ' d catch that horse, ands sell him, too In a far off distant land. On a dark and windy night When the waves were riding high Asilhouette of a horse and man Went galloping, galloping by. ; Straight into the water galloped this horse. With the man astride his back ; The phantom horse survived this ride, But the man he ne ' er came back. Take a moral from this tale. And never be in need; Be satisfied with what you have; Ne ' er bow down to greed! Daphne Snelgrove, 4A THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL - EAST BERLIN By our own wish We are forced to live in the past. To watch the vultures gnaw yesterday. The dead are not left to rest. The spirit of the martyr Does not have love in its eye. It is revenge and a constant Icy stare that never lets us forget. But why should we forget, you say? Not abandon, I reply. Only respect with dignity. Consider the inhumanity of mankind. But, from that lesson, one Should humbly recognize Frailly of individuals, too Blind, and without sensitivity To realize before it was too late. Ears deafened by the clamour of boots and guns. Blocked out pity and mercy .... God forbid the recurrence Love can be as habit-forming as hate, Only twice as strong. Hence I ask — Why does humanity laugh at strength? Cathy Maclaren, 6 Upper DYING DAY Ah! Look this evening at the setting sun; See now the splendid beauty of the sky. And how the blues make way for pinks that run Into the reds and golds that distant lie. Now slowly, slowly, colours fade away While greyish dusk prepares to rule the night; For as the sun departs so goes the day And man is left alone without a light. The sun leaves man in search of its rebirth, Which it finds as dawn in a newer world. And as it continues on around the earth A man into a different life is hurled. And mourners learn to overcome their pain, For in his death a man is born again. Judy Patton, 6 Matric TOMORROW ' S CHILD DILEMMA Why does white seem so plastic-packed pure When red rages siren-stabbed skirting the driz? Do children of cylinders, babe brains of brass Understand when a puddle patterns, taffeta blur? Sun, with a slicker, a translucent trail, is Shifting the mud guard for spring-sects to pass. Then leaping the white-wash ' d leaves story-tale mudprints To follow, by order of pirate John Silver. Tall rubber feet plunge slouchingly mudward. Then by an instep limb, alloy appendage glints. Cellophane mist makes his alcan heart quiver. At last, in the thick slough the frailing slumps thud-ward 0 infants descending from metallic confusion Beware of fake trust-love that fondles illusion. M.M. Southcott, 6 Matric JENNIFER COMES VISITING Nothing: the frenzied cry of helpless pawns their pitiful skeletal hands reaching out in distress the roads along which I walk are silent and black nobody is in the streets nobody calls from the window Silent myself I walk slowly looking through the empty windows where once lived a million gods. Rosemary Don, 6 Upper SPRINGTIME IS SINGTIME Let the rain sing you a song the small rain good rain soft rain Let its coolness wash spring greenness through your mind And smile your soulness ear to ear Let life flow easy slip softly through your hair roll gently off your back Like the small rain good rain soft rain For the rain knows the secret of living . . . So swallow me up mother earth Take me back to the womb of your creation I want to be bom again into your spring I want to know how to laugh and love and sing Like the song of the rain For singtime is springtime And springtime is ALL. Jane Blyth, 6 Upper THE FLOOD The morning dew had barely touched the clay, When the fields began to smell of fresh-cut hay, A golden ray of sunlight warmed the earth, To give the time of spring a new Rebirth. The snows had only just melted away. And people said (from inside) " What a- day! " But no-one really truly loved the sun. The grass, the clouds, the flowers-well just one. A lone bird sang out to the quiet world But no-one watched as nature came unfurled. One day the Lord became annoyed at man, He told only old Noah of his plan: To flood the land: send rains down to the earth To punish man for not knowing its worth. Martha Scott, 6 Matric CHRISTIANITY The New Testament gives a very beautiful story in its pages. It tells of how a handful of common people, fisher- men some of them, followed the path of love spread out be- fore them by a man who washed their feet as well as their souls. The healing, teaching, loving merciful, holy form of God, walked before men ' s eyes nearly two thousand years ago. Christianity, the worship of God through Christ, has endured a long while; through torture and temptation, dis- parity and disagreement, good and bad times. This magnifi- cent story of man is surely true. Clirist was born, a lowly babe, in Bethlehem. His mother and foster father were humble country folk. The Son of God grew up under their earthly jurisdiction. At thirty, Jesus entered the phase of his life for which he was being prepared. In the brief three years of Christ ' s revelation to the world wonderful stories, full of hope and kindness, have been exposed in the New Testament. Christ healed and taught and loved. He was crucified for what the Romans considered sedition and heresy. However, the same chosen ones who saw God in flesh and Christ risen from the dead, remained, strengthened by a wondrous spirit, to spread and teach this " Christianity " . The Apostles were able to speak in many tongues in order to pass the " Good News " . Peter, one who had denied Christ thrice, became the " rock " on which the church was foun- ded. Ma ny marvellous happenings bear witness to the strength of believers. Saul of Tarsus, who had persecuted the Christians vehemently saw a vision of Christ which caused him to topple off his horse. St. Paul became one of the Corinthians, Romans, Galatians, Colossians, Ephesians, etc., as can be seen by his many letters contained in the Bible. St. Stephen was stoned as a Christian and Peter, that lovable man, was crucified upside down. Christians often used the fish as their emblem. Christ had made them " fishers of men " , catching shoals of souls by love. Christians taught the love of God first, and the love of man second. Thus within a vicious and immoral empire, and even without, steadily grew a body of lovers, internally peaceful, externally useful, to God and to their fellows, even to the point of death. In 313 A.D., with the edict of Milan, the Christian em- peror Constantine proclaimed Christianity the official re- ligion of the empire. In this new freedom, however, so-called Christians became lax. Going to church, the church Paul and the Apostles had struggled to establish, became a wordly thing. One went for the good of ones social relations, or for economic benefits. In this era those who wished to worship God, turned to monasteries. Hermits lived secluded in the deserts and witnessed in this way. Monks and nuns witness- ed in community, practising poverty, chastity, and obed- ience. Christianity had entered a new phase in monasticism. It would change much more in the future. But Christianity is always the same Way of Christ, God made man to help man know God; the same Way of Love. Jackie Heard, 5 A BEAUTY let the world know how i for awful beauty try to be alive as the magnetic sun has fired a feminine overture from the hyacinth like this — wonder fills my lonely labyrinth. I spread but ache, let the world know that a half-cast cynic is aglow. Miss Carol Blyth, to 5A 73 INDIA WRITTEN BY AN OLD GIRL Everyone who has seen India carries home a personal and different opinion. I would like to share mine with you. I have just returned from a three month visit to India. There, I Uved with my aunt, who is a missionary nurse in the state of Bihar.I flew from London to Delhi, the capital city of India, so it is right that I should begin by telling you a bit of what I have seen of the big cities. My first impressions were of dirt and dust and a universally yellowed, dry look. People surrounded everything causing a constant state of turmoil - a never ending traffic -jam. Frequent nuclei of these road blocks are the Holy Cows. They are allowed to wander at their will as decreed by the Hindu Religion. In 1964, the city of Calcutta made a move against these traffic and health hazards. Since the killing of a Holy Cow is for- bidden - and a most despicable sin - the local authorities transported 8000 cows to the country. This solved the problem only temporarily, how- ever, for at present those left behind have multiplied themselves back to the original number. Speed is the next to impossible, either on foot or by car. Major cities still possess extensive tram systems, and efficient as they are at trans- porting large numbers of people, they do impede the flow of traffic. On the pavement, and I noticed this particularly in Calcutta, there are many " squatters " . These are persons who actually live by the side of the roads. They sleep there and eat there and get water at one of the city pumps on the street corners. Many of them are families who have migrated to the city in hopes of finding jobs and thus being able to buy enough food to prevent starvation. Much is being done to help these people but the situation is snowballing rapidly so that many years will pass before it is under control. In addition to these unfortunate people are the street merchants. They carry their wares in big bundles and each day unpack and spread the articles out in the narrow space between the passersby and the gutter. Needless to say, they and their merchandise are covered with a thick layer of soot and dust by the end of the day. I was surprised to hear, though, that even these peddlers need a licence to sell. In Calcutta particularly, many of the roads are very narrow. Those in the shopping district are lined with tiny shops and stalls. There is a ten- dancy for those selling the same articles to settle next to each other, so one can walk for a block seeing only many stalls of baskets, or sandals, or brass products. It is amazing that the owners manage to scrape a living together with so much competition, but they seem to do quite well. In the centre of Delhi, and 1 suppose this is due to its being a planned capital, the streets are wide and well spaced. Its centre is a large park with roads running outward like spokes of a wheel. A great deal of trouble has obviously been taken to avoid the crowded atmosphere of Calcutta. One of my favorite places in Calcutta was New Market. This is an enormous indoor market about three blocks square and it is packed tight with every kind of person and object. There are some very expensive shops there and also some incredible derelict ones. The merchants call to passersby constantly. Little coolie boys with enormous baskets push forward to be the one that you will choose to carry your purchases. They are little urchins and instantly aware if you start to glance about for help. This they are quite willing to give, especially for a white skin - for to them, that means a big tip. The most shocking aspect to me of both of these cities, is the begging. Beggers haunt, naturally enough I suppose, all the tourist attractions, and we were constantly bothered by grimy hands and whiny voices chanting " Missaheb, missaheb " . It is illegal to give to these people and the fathers of modern India, Gandhi and Nehru, both pleaded with Indians and tourists alike not to give to beggers. For how will these poor folk ever become self-sufficient if they are given money for the asking? Many of the beggers, when carefully observed, were not really very thin at all, and when I remarked upon this fact to my aunt, she told me that in India, begging is a profession. 1 was lucky to visit two of the wonders - and tourist attractions - of India. One is man-made; the Taj Mahal, and the other God-made; the Himalayas. Both were, in their own way, infinitely awe-inspiring and majestic, yet as one drew my admiration and respect, the other went furth- er and wrung my heart. For as one is for the glorification of man and humanity, the other is for the glorification of nature and His creations. The Taj Mahal is much larger than I had imagined - the actual building plus peripheral terrace is over a block square and when standing at the entry of the mausoleum proper and looking upwards, the marble walls (which are covered with an intricate moasic of coloured stones) seem to go up a long way. Inside also, the hollow dome over the tombs appears without limit. I first glimpsed the Himalayas from the plains, before we boarded the bus up to Darjeeling. As we stood waiting, looking in the direction of the mountains, all was the deep-blue colour of the sky, excepting the snow-covered tips, and they were so unbelievably high and faraway that I at first imagined they were clouds. In Darjeeling, called the Queen of the Hill Stations, every view was breath-taking - so grand and perfect and unattainable. 1 cannot really say much more about the Taj or the mountains without repeating someone, so I will leave the subject saying only that the magnitude of their beauty, especially that of the mountains, when actually experienced, is almost beyond human comprehension. The day before 1 left India, I was honoured to receive an invitation from the President to attend the Republic Day Parade. This is a tremen- dously important day for the Indian people and they go to an enormous amount of trouble to ensure that everything runs smoothly. There were special seating arrangements for foreign visitors and we managed to sit in the raised stands. From there, there was a magnificent view of all hap- penings. After the President and Prime Minister had arrived, the Parade began. I was very impressed with the precision of the marching soldiers and bands - from our side view, each row appeared to be one person as it passed. There were military forces with their guns and tanks, and then to our delight — a special camel division. The noise was deafening, with the bands blaring and people shouting and cheering. The people were the most astonishing part of the whole morning. I have never seen so many persons in such a restricted area before. Theyncrowded into every available corner in order to catch a glimpse of the all important procession. As we sat we could see many people who had obviously come from tlie villages and spent the night by the roadside so they could be sure of a good view. The colours and sights and sounds were completely over- whelming - I doubt that such a splendid display could be equalled by any country. When I arrived and was revelling in the excitement of the cities, I was told that busy and crowded with hfe as they were, the real India was in the villages. 82 percent of the population is rural and most of it without any of the modern conveniences that we take so for granted. As soon as we got to Chandrapura, our village, 1 had to rapidly adjust myself to a lack of electricity and plumbing - in fact any kind of automation. In my aunt ' s house, both of the bathrooms and the kitchen were equipped with large tanks which were filled each morning by the water carrier. The fridge and stove were run by kerosene and in the evening, at sunset, we would light Alladin lamps and lanterns. We even had a battery -run record player! The most valuable possession at night was a torch (flash-light), for the blackness was thick and although this did not apply to the winter season when 1 was there, there could be the occasional scorpion in the house. Of course, the chmate did not present any insulation problems, excepting windows which sealed against May dust winds and roofs which fended off the June rains. Since most of the village mud huts do not lend themselves structurally to windows, and also because the people them- selves regard windows only as a means for the entry of foreign bodies, be they dust or human, they are very often not built. As a result the hous- es are pitch dark inside on even the brightest day and ventilation is impeded. (continued on page 19) 74 WHAT DOES THE BIRTH OF CHRIST TEACH US? Why do we even bother studying about the birth of Christ? Does it have anything to do with our hves today as Christians of the Church? What message is it trying to tell us and for what purpose? The answer to the question of whether or not the birth of Christ has anything to teach us is most definitely " Yes " in all respects. Christ is the means by which we can know God and pray to God. We pray through Christ to God. Therefore, it is very important for us to remember that Christ was a human who lived on earth. He was born of humble parents. It is important to know about the birth of Christ so that we can strengthen our understanding and picture of God. This thought of understanding God i s a hard one but through Christ we can begin each day of our lives with perhaps a small piece of understanding of God by something which we may have learned wherever we are. Through Christ we can see the tremendously vast, vast love that God has had, and always will have for humanity. He loves everyone of us on earth. When we imagine Christ in the cradle in the stall, we see a most simple and gloriously vibrant love. Christ was born quietly and everything that He does is done in a quiet way. " God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten son to the world, in the end that all who believe in him should not perish but have everlasting life. " These words say much in a very simple yet explicit way. They say that God loves man and life so very much - beyond our human under- standing, that He will grant everlasting life to all who have faith in Him. The words also say that we are all a part of His Kingdom. Another thing we can learn from the birth of Christ is that we are all climbing a steep mountain. We have Christ as our guide and leader and the ropes acting as the unflinching love and devotion of Christ to support and strengthen us along as we face problems and fall over our own two feet. These things that have just been mentioned probably seem rather remote to the birth of Christ but 1 believe that they are very important in an indirect way. We should remember again that Christ was born into a humble family and He lived an extremely humble life as the son of a carpenter. If we can see this great humbling then we are better off in the understanding of Christ and of God. He was real human being who lived here on earth. This humbling of Christ for us can be classified as a glorious humiliation. Through the birth of Christ we see joy and love. Christ came into the world to give men light. His light is meant for the whole world. His infinite and powerful love can be compared to the many points a compass makes of a piece of paper. The world is the piece of paper and Christ is our compass. We work through Christ and by His love. He loves us for the people we are and He is not a critical God. " The dayspring from on high hath visited us. To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. To guide our feet into the way of peace. " " Just a few more steps, " said Joseph. " We shall soon find a place to rest our feet! " " Where can we go next? We have tried every possible inn in town, " said Mary. " Be patient, my love, there are more just ahead, we can try again. " " The innkeeper will surely be sympathetic when we explain our predicament to him. " " 1 certainly hope so! " " My feet are weary and 1 long for some food and fresh water. " This is perhaps what the conversation was like between Mary and Joseph before they had found a place to rest. This illustrates again clearly the humbling of God. Beginning with the birth of Christ we see the glorious humility of God. Through the birth of Christ we know that God loves and cares for man so very much that he came to us in the form of man and lived amongst men of earth. God honours man. Man must be worth a great deal to God or else why would he send himself down in the form of man if he did not have the utmost faith in man? He entered the human Family and what He has had to say can be put into the human languages, thoughts, and feelings. We discover that God trusts man tremendously. He has faith in our ability. He may even have more faith in us than we do in ourselves and in Him. Because the birth of any child shows us that there is still much hope in the world, the birth of Christ can be seen as a great reassurance of God ' s istrong faith in mankind. In a strange way, the birth of Christ shows us that God needs and uses man, or else why would He have put Himself on earth as a small babe; helpless and otherwise dependent on other people. Through the birth of Christ we can see that God must truly want us to come to Him and to come to Him freely and of our own will, being unafraid. We can see this thought especially because God did not come to man in tremulous flashes of lightening streaks and fabulous roars of fierce thunder, in a storm of fire, with great armies of angels forcing people on their hands and knees. He came to man in a quiet way. He is a God of free men who come to worship Him in all the paths of life-pain, struggle, strength, laughter, sadness, joy, grief, and in many other ways. We do not crawl to God but rather we walk to God of our accord. We are not forced to come to Him by armed guards and threats but as has been stated - before - stressed before - by our own free will to do so. Finally summing up, we learn many things from the birth of Christ. 1 believe the main point we learn is that Christ came into the world quietly. We can see that the work of God is done in a quiet fashion and yet at the same time it is marvellously helpful. We learn that God is will- ing to help us whenever we want Him to. He may not change our problems but He will certainly help us. " God is our strength and our help and our salvation. We must belieee in Him for the more we can believe - the more we are strengthened. He will accept all our doubts and we have an opportuni- ty to walk hand in hand with our God. " The fear of the Lord is the beginning of our knowledge " . We must remember that God loves us all - " Ask and it shall be given unto you, seek and ye shall find, and open your hearts to God! " " The quaUty of mercy is not strained. " Ingrid Sorenson, 5 B 75 HEADMISTRESS ' ADDRESS, MAY 13, 1969 Mr. Chairman, Mr. Stanfield, Parents and Grandparents, Guests, Old Girls and all Girls of Elmwood: Welcome to our Closing. It is my pleasure to give you the Headmistress ' Report on the progress of the school during this last year. We started the year with an enrolment touching 160 students. This number, I think, is the capacity of the school, as our quality lies in our unique size. We are a family and we all know each other. Our joys are shared and no sorrow that affects one of our individual families is a sorr- ow that does not affect us all. Thank God that we have not got a computer. For your children are as valuable at Elmwood as they are to you at home. They can be individuals at school, with these subtle variations that go to make up a person. In a while you are going to see all sorts of girls receiving all sorts of prizes for all sorts of school activities - from science to sewing, from English to Effort, both with big E ' s. I know that you as parents have entrusted your daughter to us for this very reason, that she will be helped over the difficult years of growing- up to become a stable, responsible and wide-awake young woman: the woman of the space-age, .but still the woman of the home and family. Because her roots in childhood have been watered by affection, both at home and in school, she should be able, in her turn, to give this well- balanced affection to her own children as well as to her community and her country. It is difficult for us parents to " keep our heads " to-day. The " old order " has changed indeed and we are often dizzy with the difference, feeling helpless and useless in the face of the children we have cradled, but it is worth remembering that personal, loving concern outlasts all the other storms and crises. Our western civihzation has been bas- ed on the fact that love indeed does conquer all, for did not one Man once defy a violent Friday " for the joy that was set before Him " on the first Easter morning? You entrust your daughter to us because you want her to be educated as an individual, not as a nameless number in a mass. But you also want her to have a first-class academic training, so that she may take her place in to-morrow ' s world with the best intellectual equipment poss- ible. So we are proud to tell you that out of this year ' s class of fourteen Grade 13 students, five have won Ontario Scholarships (average 80 per- cent and over), eleven have gained the qualifications for Early Admission to University (70 percent and over) and all have achieved their Ontario Secondary School Honours Diplomas. Of our last year ' s graduates, five were awarded scholarships by the universities they entered: Queen ' s, Trent and Carleton. I have made it my business to see that they are still doing well! Without the old Departmentally -set exams the universities are finding that their first-year failure rate is higher than before, so it has been most important for us to make sure that our standards were high enough to ensure that our girls more than held their own at university. I think we are inclined to undermark rather than to overmark, but this has earned us a good reputation in the Ontario Department of Education and also, I am told, with the pubhc at large. It is always better, isn ' t it, girls, to surprise your teacher with un- expected excellence than to hear those familiar words: " You could have done better. " In our Grade 12 this year twenty -six out of a class of thirty -one have gained their Ontario Secondary School Graduation Diplomas, seven with First Class Honours of 75 percent and above. Eleven of these students have gained entrance to the universities or finishing schools of their choice; the remaining twenty will go on with us to their Grade 13 next year. It is with much pleasure that we announce the winners of Scholarships and bursaries for the coming year: Mothers ' Guild Grade 9 Entrance Scholarship: Viviane Templeton Elmwood Open Grade 9 Entrance Scholarship: Jacqueline Portal-Foster from Broadview Public School Mrs. Homer Thomas ' Bursary: Roberta Laking from Queen Elizabeth Pubhc School We have a new Bursary this year and I should like to introduce Mrs. Reid, President of the Old Girls ' Association, who will tell you about it. Old Girls ' Bursary: Jacqueline Heard Elmwood Matriculation Entrance Scholarship: Deborah Coyne Debbie Coyne was also a First Prize-winner in the Canadian Regional Science Fair and went on to take part in the All Canada Science Fair in Regina, representing the Ottawa Region and gaining Honourable Mention in the Biological Division. We are all proud of Debbie, not only for her academic achievements but also for her marked abiUty to play the piano, learn Russian, march for millions and practice for the tennis tour- nament at a quarter to seven in the morning. In spite of the new theory that students in the learning process can really " do-it-themselves " , that perhaps the teacher should now be seen but not heard, the cultured, chatty teacher is still a valuable member of our society. The Hall-Dennis Commission Report is right in emphasiz- ing that what the students do themselves they will remember, but there is also a big place in the class-room for the experience and wisdom of the teacher who can guide and co-ordinate but also instruct in the old-fashioned sense. With our comparatively small classes and our tradition of hvely group discussion we are not dismayed by the new trends, nor do we wish to be swept along by them willy-nilly. We have for some years been " avant-garde " in our philosophy of education. Nine years ago I upset the educational authorities by my method of teaching. To-day they not only accept it but some advocate even more radical ways, which may not be altogether wise for this school. We do not, for example, beliese that the ehmination of exams or of healthy competition is solving the problems of any children except those who are outside the norm. Most young people at Elmwood appreciate the challenge of the 3 weekly average readings and the Christmas and June exams. I took a spot-check in the school one day and was most interested to hear almost every girl tell me that - well - yes - really - we should have June exams. That these exams are only worth 16 percent of the final year ' s average, that the weight of assessment falls heavily on to con- sistent, daily work is, we believe, the correct emphasis. But we have always stressed the importance of thinking rather than cramming and our exams are set to challenge the flexible, alert mind rather than to test the memory. Perhaps the word " flexibility " sums up the privilege of the private school to-day. We are so fortunate to be able to experiment and innovate, to be fore-runners of progress in education adn yet, all the while, to be able to hold on to worthwhile traditions and values - to educate excit- ingly in a secure and happily-disciphned atmosphere. It is with deep regret that Elmwood must say " good-bye " to Mrs. MacMillan. After a long career in teaching mathematics, with the past nine years spent here, she is retiring to enjoy a less strenuous life with her husband. At 8: 15 every morning Mrs. MacMillan, all the way from Cum- berland, (come snow, sleet or fog) has been in her 6 Matric classroom, waiting to help her pupils. This help has not only been in Maths, for she has been a friend to the senior students ever since I can remember and has been loved by them all. We can only say: Thank you, because, being a good Scot of the right clan, hyperbole would embarrass her. But you know, girls, don ' t you, what she means when she says on your reports: " You must work hard every day in order to succeed. " Her place is filled by Miss Ellen Bronson, at present on our Junior School staff, who is a highly-experienced mathematics teacher at the senior level. We are very fortunate that in Miss Bronson we shall have a most capable and conscientious instructor. 76 It is also with sorrow that we must say " adieu " to Madame Ross, who is retiring from teaching. Under her scholarly direction, our FVench department has become well-known in the city for its excellence. More than once the pubUc high schools have tried to lure her away - and they knew what they were doing - for she is first-class in every way: fluent, firm, fun, French to her finger-tips. Now with all our fathers going to Berlitz, we have arranged next year to adopt the audio-visual method of teaching - Le Fran( ais Internat- ionale - using up-to-date equipment and less of the old grammar book. Our new teacher will be Mile. Jocelyn Martel, who has her B.A. from the University of Montreal, her B.Ed, from the University of Ottawa and her certificate in the audio-visual teaching method from L ' Ecole Normale Superieure de Saint-Cloud, France. We lose too our Miss Blyth. Carol is going on to study for her M.A. in Toronto, and I know that her pupils will wish her good fortune as she has made many friends among them and will be remembered for her gaiety and her kindness. If you have had indigestion at dinner-time because of those current events classes, please forgive her and go on subscribing to the " Globe and Mail " . The English classes from Grades 9 to 12 will be taken by Mrs. Nancy Davies. She comes to us from Wycombe Abbey School in England where , Mrs. Whitwill was educated and the University of Nottingham where she obtained her M.A. Honours degree. She has had ten years ' experience of teaching adolescent girls and promises to be a mature and lively teacher. Miss Bronson ' s position in the Junior School is being filled by Mrs. Susan Wood who has an Honours degree in Social Science from the Uni- versity of Birmingham, England, and some training in vocational guidance. We are pleased to have her on our staff. We also welcome Mrs. B. Munro, who will help us with our secretarial work and will be a most valued member of our administrative staff. We lose another friend in Canon Bruce, who, for fourteen years has taught Religion and taken Prayers at Elmwood. It is not possible to mea- sure the influence that he has had on the school. 1 can only say that, as his parishioner, he has given me, Sunday by Sunday, the power to do the week ' s work, and that he is to all of us a holy, humble man of God. He will be very much missed and we all say Thank You to him. Dr. Math- eson is also unable to continue next year, and here again we thank him for the time he has given us in the middle of his busy life. Next year Dr. Kenneth Micklethwaite of MacKay United Church is joining our staff to become our chaplain. He will teach Grades 9 to 12 and conduct some of our daily worship. He is already popular here and 1 know that he will more than keep aUve that spiritual flame which has always burned at Elmwood and which, to my mind, is the deepest reason for the school ' s success. All our other staff, academic, administrative and domestic are remaining to continue their devoted service and my deep gratitude goes to them for the loyalty that they have shown to me, for their consistently conscientious work and for the atmosphere of good-natured co-opera- tion which they have generated in the staff-room and the office and the kitchen, and consequently passed along to the girls. There have been good times this year, haven ' t there? Remember the Elmwood-on-Avon Festival with those Elmie-Oscars and all the Shakes- peare you learned? Remember " Ruddigore " and " Our Town " ? Remember the visit with Mrs. Thomas to the County Assizes and the Hooten- anny and Hallowe ' en and your Victorian curls at the Spring Formal? Remember our team on " Reach for the Top " (in colour) and our volley- ball victories against Notre Dame? Remember the Christmas supper and the Fry House sleigh ride, the Stratford trip, the French plays. Col. Blyth ' s visit to Sui Sang in Hong Kong, the trips to Parliament, the Art Gallery and to Granny? Remember Cathy and Dawn taking Prayers? Try to remember the kind of September. " It has been a good year of growth in all facets of education. For it my thanks are due to the Boards of Directors and Governors who have continued to support and encourage me in every way: to the Mothers ' Guild for their generous gifts of books, records, prizes and a scholarship: to the Old Girls for their kindness in offering us a bursary: to the Ontario Department of Education for their approval and praise: to the Prefects for their high degree of maturity and leadership: to all the parents for their trust and support - this is always much more inspiring than they know: and of course to all my girls because without you there would be no Elmwood with its beautiful setting and " homey " halls. Withour you there wouldn ' t be all those thumps on my ceiling or the wild games outside my window. In the long summer holidays the old school will be very quiet, except for some strange noises on the third floor. There, when you come back, we hope that you will see a fine new art studio and, where once you splashed the paint over yourselves and Mr. Hyndman because you were so crowded, a neat row of lockers. And next year a little Esquimo girl from Port Harrison in Northern Quebec will join our family. She will come into Grade 8 and stay, we hope until she matriculates. Her entire education has been donated by a friend of Elmwood (who wishes to remain anonymous) because this friend has watched you and has decided that you are the kind she likes, happy and not " snobby " . This is a great comphment and a challenge. I know you will all make Alicie feel at home. And now the time comes for me to say " Goodbye " to you all. 1 want to tell you how sad I am to leave this lovely school and all my friends. Elmwood is so personal and the parting for me is so personal - that ' s where it hurts. Your letters will go with me to England, tied with blue rib- bon, to be read and re-read long after your daughters have passed through this school. I have been proud to have been headmistress of Elmwood and 1 have loved my work. It is you who have given me seven such rich years and 1 can only tell you how grateful I am that you have such " Gol- den girls " . How I shall miss them! But I have asked them to come and see me in England (not, if possible, all at once) and I do hope that they will. Thank you for everything. Although my going is hard for me, it is with real pleasure that I cast the gown, so to speak, on my friends, Mrs. Whitwill and Mrs. Aldous. Mrs. WhitwiU and 1 met at Oxford when we were eighteen. The Girls can ' t believe that we were ever eighteen nor that, as a result of what is called " double-dating " , 1 really did introduce her to her husband - the only bit of match-making I ' ve ever pulled off, as (ny family will agree. When she came to Brantford and raised her big family she also took a full part in the life of her community, heading the Physical Education di- vision of the Y.M. - Y.W., The University Women ' s Club and her Home and School Association. She has taught History and English at Elmwood for the past five years and is respected by us all for her learning and for her sense of justice and of mercy. Her prowess in the Egg-and-Spoon race on Sports Day shows you her versatility (alas, I was disqualified for scrambling my egg). Under her leadership Elmwood will be a fine aca- demic school and it will also be a place where people matter more than anything else. If it had not been for Mrs. Aldous the past seven years would have been ones of chaos and collapse. For who knows all about university en- trance forms, the bus, the time-tables, the absentees, the leaking roofs or my appointments (apart from sewing and art and child psychology) if Mrs. Aldous doesn ' t? I cannot praise her highly enough nor thank her adequately for her help and for her altruistic interest in the school. It is rare to meet people who give everything, far beyond the call of duty, for the sake of others. When you do, you pause and say: " 1 too have lived in Arcadia! I know what it is to have worked with those who care. " Elmwood has a bright future and 1 leave knowing that the girls who are graduating to-day will keep its image shining in the big world into which they are going. May God bless you all. 77 CLOSING Janet Hughson: Head Girl (Summa Sumarum) (Science Prize). Jane Blyth: Senior Prefect (Matric English Prize, Strass Cup For Poetry) (Gold Medal - 87 percent in 6U). Jennifer Bagnall (All-Round Contribution To School Life). ELMWOOD PRIZES, JUNE 1969 FORM PRIZES AWARDED FOR THE HIGHEST AVERAGE FOR THE YEAR Form 3B Alisa Francis 75 percent Form 3 A Margot Francis 81 percent Form 4C Ranjana Basu 87 percent Form 4B Barbara Coyne 86 percent Form 4A Viviane Templeton 94 percent Form 5C Anne Cooke 88 percent Form 5B Deborah Coyne 93 percent Form 5A Jacqueline Heard 88 percent 6 Matric Kathleen Mulock 91 percent 6 Upper Caroline Davies 85 percent (2nd highest in form) PROFICIENCY STANDING 80 percent and over up to and including 5B 75 percent and over in 5A, 6M and 6U Form 3 A - Karen Ellis 81 percent. Laurel Chick 80 percent Form 4C - Christina Cole 80.4 percent, Rhoda Hanafi 80 percent. Form 4B - Sandra Kovachic 82 percent, Ehzabeth Hamilton 81 percent Form 4A - Jill Merrill 92 percent, Anna Berlis 87 percent. Daphne Snelgrove 85 percent, Cathy Ashton 84 percent. Heather Nesbitt 83 percent, Talitha Fabricius 83 percent, Kathy Ginsberg 80 percent. Form 5C - Christy Anne Lomas 83 percent, Alice Brodie 82 percent. Form 5B - Diana Magee 87 percent, Beatrice Hampson 84 percent, Sarah Whitwill 84 percent, Lynn Sampson 82 percent Jane Mickle- thwaite 81 percent, Judy Williams 81 percent, Christine Haase 80 percent, Mimi Stanfield 80 percent. Form 5A - Jennifer Chance 85 percent, Joanne Gross 83 percent, Susan Turner 77 percent, Jennifer Coyne 76 percent. 6 Matric - Julia Berger 85 percent, Jennifer Bagnall 84 percent, Frances Wilson 78 percent, Susan McHardy 78 percent, Charlotte Sinclair 77 percent, Martha Pimm 76 percent. 6 Upper - Cathy Maclaren 84 percent, Paula Lawrence 82 percent, Janet Hughson 81 percent, Rosemary Don 77 percent. Dawn Harwood-Jones 77 percent, Christine Deeble 75 percent. JUNIOR PRIZE FOR EFFORT - Gillian Briscoe JUNIOR PRIZE FOR PROGRESS - Rhoda Hanafi, Sarah Hearn JUNIOR DRAMA - Heather Nesbitt INTERMEDIATE DRAMA - Christy Ann Lomas SENIOR DRAMA - Judy Levine MOST IMPROVEMENT IN SEWING - Georgina Mundy JUNIOR SEWING - Viviane Templeton INTERMEDIATE ART - Martha Bergeron SENIOR ART - Dawn Harwood-Jones SCRIPTURE - Form 3A, Karen EUis, Form 4C, Hilary West, Form 4B, Diana Conway, Form 4A, Kathy Ginsberg, Form 5C, Jane Nicholls, Form 5B, Miriam Stanfield, Form 5A, Jacqueline Heard, Jennifer Coyne. THE ELIZABETH TANCZYK SCIENCE PRIZE - Marissa Goebbels JUNIOR CHOIR - Gillian Wurtele SENIOR CHOIR - Susan Massey JUNIOR MUSIC - Tahtha Febricius SENIOR MUSIC - Patricia Lynch-Staunton STRAUSS CUP FOR POETRY - Jane Blyth Honourable Mention; Alice Brodie, Charlotte Corder. INTERMEDIATE MATH AND SCIENCE PRIZE - Deborah Coyne. JUNIOR FRENCH PRIZE - Arabella Nixon ( for keen interest). ROTHWELL 5C ENGLISH PRIZE - Alice Brodie BELL RINGER ' S PRIZE - Vanda Steer LAIDLER CUP FOR MERIT Awarded to the girl who, not necessarily the highest in the form in studies or sports, has made her mark on the Junior School by her good character and her 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: Alison Schofield SOUTHAM CUP FOR JUNIOR ENDEAVOUR 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 Ehnwood, who shows leadership, good standing in her class, keeness in sports, and friendliness and helpfulness to others in the school. AWARDED TO: Anna Berlis, Viviane Templeton. 79 SPORTS AWARDS Green Form Drill Cup - 4A. Wilson Senior Sports Cup - Jennifer Bagnall Dunlop Intermediate Sports Cup - Nancy Worthen Fauquier Junior Sports Cup - Jane Bell Bantam Sports Cup • Ranjana Basu Symington Inter-House Basketball - Fry House Captain: C. Sinclair. Inter-House Volleyball - Fry House, Captain: C. Sinclair Junior House Volleyball - Keller House, Captain: A. Berlis Inter-House Sports Cup - Fry House, Captain: C. Sinclair Daniels Senior Badminton Singles - Agnes Ivan Jackson Senior Badminton Doubles - Jennifer Bagnall and Jacqueline Heard. Mather Intermediate Badminton Singles - Alison Corder Intermediate Badminton Doubles - Deborah Coyne and Beatrice Hampson. Junior Badminton Singles - Luziah Ismail Junior Badminton Doubles - Anna Berlis and Monica Dunn Bantam Badminton Doubles - Ranjana Basu and Rhoda Hanafi Bantam Badminton Singles - Ranjana Basu Fauquier Senior Tennis Singles - Kathleen Mulock Wilson-Gordon Senior Tennis Doubles - Susan Fletcher and Kathleen Mulock. Smart Intermediate Tennis Singles - Christy Ann Lomas Intermediate Tennis Doubles - Alison Corder and Nora Curran Physical Education Gold Medal - Nancy Worthen Maynard Sportsmanship Cup - Susan Michelson House Head Awards - Fry - Paula Lawrence - Keller - Joy Wallingford - Nightingale - Dawn Harwood-Jones ' Edith Buck Religious Knowledge Prize - Deborah Smith Senior Latin Prize - Paula Lawrence Senior Geography Prize - Joy Wallingford Senior Matriculation Math Prize - Charlotte Sinclair Matriculation Science Prize - Janet Hughson Matriculation History Prize - Caroline Davies Matriculation English Prize - Jane Blyth Matriculation French Prize - Cathy Maclaren Green blatt 6 Matric English Prize - Frances Wilson Firestone 5A Matriculation Latin Prize - Joanne Gross General Progress - 6 Upper - Christine Deeble - 6 Matric - Deidre O ' Brien Current Events - Deborah Hunter Old Girls ' House Motto Prize: Fry — " Friendship to All " - Nancy Worthen Keller — " Fair Play " - Lyrm Carr-Harris Nightingale - " Not for Ourselves Alone " - Nancy Gale Winner: Nancy Gale Graham Form Trophy - 5B House Trophy - Fry House Edward ' s Medal For Good General Improvement: - Martha Scott AU-Round Contribution to School Life - Jennifer Bagnall Best Officer ' s Cup - Caroline Davies Ewing Cup For Character - Deborah Grills Headmistress ' Prize - Margaret Armitage Gold Medal - Highest Proficiency in 6 Upper - Jane Blyth 87 o 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: Kathleen Mulock SUMMA SUMMARUM Awarded to the Senior Girl who has tried most faithfully to live up to the ideals and best traditions of the school and who possesses the qualities of integrity, trustworthiness, the spirit of comrade- ship and the capacity to achieve. AWARDED TO: Janet Hughson 80 ELMWOOD ADDRESS LIST Abbatt, Sarah,4B,33 Comanche Dr., Ottawa 5. Armitage, Margaret, 6U, 21A Elmdale Ave., Ottawa 2. Ashton, Cathy, 4A, 49 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. Bagnall, Jennifer, 6M, Box 745, R.R. 5, Ottawa. Baldwin, Katherine, ( M, 773 Lonsdale Rd., Ottawa 7. Basil, Ranjana, 4C, 25 Woodridge Ores., Apt. 916. Bell, Elizabeth, 5C, 2b Wick Cres., Ottawa 9. Bell, Jane, 4A, 26 Wick Cres., Ottawa 9. Benson, Mary, 4C, 854 Wingate Dr., Ottawa 8. Berger, Juha, 6M, 524 Acacia Ave., Ottawa 2. Bergeron, Marthq SB, 5 Comanche Dr., Ottawa 5. Berlis, Anna, 4A, 724 Lonsdale Rd., Ottawa 7. Binks, Georgina, 5A, 553 Thessaly Cir., Ottawa 8. BIyth, Jane, 6U, 231 Buena Vista Rd. Briscoe, Gillian, 4A, 1725 Riverside L.. Brodie, Alice, 5C, 69 Geneva St. Chance Jennifer, 5A, 73 Kilbarry Crescent. Carr-Harris, Lynn, 6M, 33 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. Chick, Laurel, 3A, 13 Esquimault Ave., Ottawa 6. Cochran, Frances, 5A, 299 Hillcrest Ave., Ottawa 2. Cole, Christina, 4C, 336 Summit Ave., Ottawa 8. Conway, Diana, 4B, 720 Lonsdale Rd., Ottawa 7. Cooke, Anne, 5C, 1962 East Lane Rd., Ottawa 8. Corder, Alison, 5C, 85 Range Rd., Ottawa 2. Corder, Charlotte, 5C, 85 Range Rd., Apt. 610, Ottawa 2. Coyne, Barbara, 4B, 235 Mariposa Ave., Ottawa 2. Coyne, Deborah, 5B, 235 Mariposa Ave., Ottawa 2. Coyne, Jennifer, 5A, 235 Mariposa Ave., Ottawa 2. Curran, Mary Pat, 5B, 497 Mayfair Ave. Curran, Nora, 5C, 497 Mayfair Ave. Cuthbert, Cathy, 6M, 2182 Arch St. Darling, Holly, 5A, 15 Qualicum St., Ottawa 6. Davies, Caroline, 6U, 5 Beaton Dr., Downsview c o Mrs. B. Young, 140 Howick St., Ottawa 2. Deeble, Christine, 6U, 4 Desmond St., Ottawa 14. Derrick, Patricia, 5C, 387 Ashbury Rd., Ottawa 2. Don, Caroline, 6M, 12 Rothwell Dr., Ottawa 9. Don, Rosemary, 611, 12 Rothwell Dr., Ottawa 9. Douglas, Isabel, 5C, 411 Third Ave. Dunn Monica, 4A, 382 Plumtree Cres., Ottawa 7. Edwards, Marnie, 5B, 133 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa 2. Ellis, Karen, 3A, 28 Leaver Ave., Ottawa 5. Evans, Susan, 5B, 142 Dahlia Ave. Fabricius, TaUtha, 4A, 240 Sandridge Rd., Ottawa 2. Fletcher, Susan, 6M, 736 Lonsdale Rd., Ottawa 7. Francis, Ailsa, 3B, 347 Second Ave., Ottawa 1. Francis, Margot, 3 A, 347 Second Ave., Ottawa 1. Gale, Nancy, 6M, 72 Buena Vista Rd., Ottawa 2. Gale, Sally, 5B, 72 Buena Vista Rd., Ottawa 2. Ginsberg, Catherine, 4A, 41 Eardley Rd., Aylmer, Que. Ginsberg, Jane, 5B, 41 Eardley Rd., Aylmer, Que. Goebbels, Marissa, 5B, 50 Westward Way, Ottawa 2. Gray, Kathryn, 6U, 968 Mountain Ave., Ottawa 14. Greenberg, Elizabeth, 6M, 19 Fairfax Ave. Grills, Deborah, 5A, 39 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. Gross, Jo-anne, 5 A, 491 Penhill Ave., Ottawa. Guthrie, Margaret, 5A,813 Eastbourne Ave., Ottawa 7. Glanfield, Tricia, 5A, 2760 Colman St., Ottawa. Haase, Christine, 5B, 790 Springland Cres., Apt. 627. Hacon, Sarah, 5C, 632 Byron Ave., Ottawa 1 3. Hall, Virginia, 4C, 126 Leopolds Drive, Ottawa 10. Hampson, Beatrice, 5B, 30 Lakeview Ave., Ottawa 2. Hanafi, Rhoda, 3A, 116 Springfield Rd., Ottawa 2. Hart, Rosemary, 5B, 19 Broadway Ave., Ottawa 1. Harwood-Jones, Dawn, 6U, 34 Renfrew Ave., Ottawa 1. Heard, Jacqueline, 5A, 140 Huron Ave,, Ottawa 3. Hearn, Sarah, 4B, 92 Powell Ave. Holt, Lynda, 5A, 869 Rozel Cres., Ottawa 13. Hughson, Janet, 6U, 456 Mountain Ave., Westmount. c o 676B Tweedsmuir Ave. Hunter, Deborah, 6M, 793 Dunloe Ave., Ottawa 7. Hamilton, Ehzabeth, 4B, 737 Island Park Drive, Ottawa. Ismail, Luziah, 4A, Malaysian High Comm., 151 Slater St. Ivan, Agnes, 6M, 9 Hillhurst PL, Ottawa 5, Jeletzky, Halina, 5B, 500 The Driveway, Ottawa. King, Nancy, 5B, 101 Villa Cres., Ottawa 5. Knox, Beth, 6M, 747 Hamlet Rd., Ottawa Kovachic, Sandra, 4B, 951 Cromwell Dr., Ottawa 8. Kopp, Anne Marie, 4C, 623 Echo Drive, Ottawa. Lawrence, Paula, 6U, 23, Davidson Dr., Ottawa 9. Leroy, Suzanne, 5C, 920 Killeen Ave., Ottawa. Levine, Judy, 6M, 415 Laurier East, Ottawa 2. 69 Lomas, Christy Ann, 5C, 22 Monkland Ave., Ottawa 1. Lynch-Slaunton, Patricia, 5C, 200 Rideau Terr., Apt. 203. Ottawa 2, Leigh, Cyntlua, 5C, 70 Lakeway Drive. Maelaren, Cathy, 6LI, 214 Northcotc PI., Ottawa 2. Magec, Diana, 5B, 480 Maple Lane, Ottawa 2. Marland, Shareen, 5C, 330 Mariposa Ave., Ottawa 2. Martin, Jane, 5A, 22 Rothwell Dr., Ottawa 9. Massey, Susan, 6M, 200 Rideau Terr., Apt. 709, Ottawa 2. Merrill, Jill, 4A, Box 156, Manotick, Ont. Michelson, Susan, 5A, 345 Laurier East, Apt. 106, Ottawa 2. Menzies, Elizabeth, 5A, 7 Esquimault, Ave., Ottawa 6. Menzies, Marga, 5C, 7 Esquimault Ave., Ottawa 6. Micklethwaite, Jane, 5B, 255 Mackay St., Ottawa 2. Morris, Gwendy, 5C, 18 Seymour Ave., Ottawa 5. 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