Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

 - Class of 1978

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Text from Pages 1 - 152 of the 1978 volume:

ELMWOOD SCHOOL 261 Buena Vista Drive Ottawa, KIM 0V9 ADMINISTRATION AND STAFF . . 2 GRADUATES , 9 FORM NOTES . . 21 HOUSES AND CHOIRS 43 COMMITTEES . . . 49 SENIOR ART AND LITERATURE 55 JUNIOR ART AND LITERATURE .79 ACTIVITIES . . . . 103 SPORTS ....... 105 CLOSING 125 ADVERTISING . 129 SCHOOL DIRECTORY 142 (%ENT5 HEADMISTRESS Mrs. J. C. Whitwill Just a few words to thank editors and business staff of Samara for their hard work! Readers will see here a reward of an active year, thanks to the contributions of writ- ers, artists and photographers, and those who encouraged and sometimes hounded them. Good luck to Samara and to Elmwood. THE PREFECTS Ilk. From top of Stairs: Charlotte Baril, Alix Parlour, Jenni John- ston, Head Girl; Heather Mac Phee, Rosemary Nesbitt, Karen Molson, Senior Prefect; Carla Peppier. VICE-PRINCIPAL Mrs. G. G. Aldous For eighteen years Mrs. Aldous has walked the halls of Elmwood and has become an indispensa- ble part of the school. Besides carrying out her duties as Vice-Principal and teaching Art His- tory, Sewing, and Classics, she has sewn play costumes, painted backdrops, cooked in the kitch- en, mopped up lakes of water in the washrooms, comforted banged knees, gone with tennis teams to Montreal, and accompanied Mrs. Gundy on Grade 13 Biology trips. Sometimes it is difficult to understand how she finds time for it all, but then everyone ha s heard her exclaim " It ' s un- real! " . Nevertheless, she always manages to get things done. What would we ever do without you, Mrs. Aldous ! ADMINISTRATION Mrs. McFadyen Secretary Mrs. Sigmund Accountant 3 The energetic Mrs. Birch-Jones of British heritage appears in many aspects of Elmwood life. Apart from teaching maths to the top half of the Senior School, Mrs. B-J designs stage sets, plays most sports and even sings. Seen at most of the volleyball tournaments, supporting the school, Mrs. B.J. was asked to be the Team ' s mascot. However, she backed down when she found out that she would be tossed, legs first, three times in the air! The Head of the Junior School, Mrs. Chance hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba. Mrs. Chance teaches such fine arts as English, History and Bubble Gum Etiquette. Asked to comment on her extra scholastic activities, she stated that quilting, a husband and three children keep her busy. Mrs. Chance ' s favourite food is Elmwood lunch. The people she most admired were the Bubble Gum Chewers of this world and the Queen. She also owns 89 pets in the Junior School. Mrs. Davies ' years at Elmwood have been spent teaching English, Aborigine and Italian. Her earliest ambition in life was to be a Rally - Car driver (she is still hooked on the idea). Mrs. Davies enjoys main- taining her sanity and playing tennis. The persons that she most ad- mires are Sir Winston Churchill, Frank Sinatra and those who can stand up and can count! Mrs. Davies ' pets are named Tiggy, Abi, Moosey and Chumley. Mrs. Gundy ' s place of birth is Scotland. Her early ambition in life was to play the bagpipes or teach Elmwood Biology. Mrs. Gundy ' s 5. 75 years at the school have included such special activities as child care and babysitting courses, not to mention frequent camping trips. Her favourite foods are ' health giving ' foods, such as Hot Dogs, Chocolate and Haggis. The people she most admires are Art Buchwald, Tom Lehrer and the Loch Ness Monster. As for her favour- ite saying - well, what do you think? Sadly, Miss E. Gwilym was unable to remember her name although she did know that she taught something. The ' multi-talented ' Gwilym can perform amazing feats which range from eating a cookie faster than the speed of sound, and playing volleyball, to playing the piano with her toes! Paddington Bear and Grade 12 Ashbury were the persons that she most admired. However, she did say that she quite liked her pet wombat " P.J. " and " Mary Poppins " . (Very interesting, Miss Gwilym!) Calliope Harwood -Jo nes was born on Mt. Helicon. Callie ' s early am- bition in life was to play the flute. During her more recent 253 years at Elmwood, Callie has taught Music, MAGIC, Levitation, Psychokinesis, and Teleporting. Callie still insists that the world is flat and Apollo is definitely more handsome than Robert Redford! (Callie owns 13 pets which she keeps in Grade 12) Mrs. Sheila Heacock was born in London, England, and has for two years taught the very gifted Elmwood (not Ashbury) students Arts and Crafts. Mrs. Heacock ' s pet peeves are green panty hose with large holes - at present the latest fashion with the Staff. Nevertheless, as Mrs. Hea- cock would say with raised eyebrow, " CHACUN A SON GOUT! " Mrs. MacDonald, alias " Bunty " , was born in what is now a historical landmark! Mrs. MacDonald ' s inside and out of school activities had ' to be cen- sored by the Editors and are not available for publication. However, we did find out that she has a great admiration for Dr. Seuss, Liberace and his mother. Mrs. MacDonald believes that women should have more rights than men, and she owns a pet rock named " Herbie " . Mrs. McRae ' s earliest ambition was to beat up every kid on the block - an ambition which we are assured did not come to fruition. She may have stuck her foot out by accident a few times and caused some of her playmates to hit the ground nose first, but that would be difficult for the victims to prove on regaining consciousness. Despite her early childhood ambitions of combat, her personality has not developed in a violently aggressive manner! Sue Miskelly hails from Brandon, Manitoba. Her ambition in life was to become a professional tennis player. Unfortunately Miss Miskelly relates: " I was too short to see over the tennis net, and had to stand on the umpire ' s chair to get my service in " ! Miss Miskelly ' s special activities include soccer, cross-country ski- ing and marathon running. However it has been rumoured that Miss Miskelly will be doing the " Meters for Million " walk on cross-country skis. 5 Jody O ' Bri en comes all the way from Vancouver B.C . Her earliest ambition in life was to be a singer but unfortun- ately she had to audition with Barbra Streisand, who was given extra points for - I think - her ears! Nevertheless it was to Elm - wood ' s advantage that Mrs. O ' Brien did not go to Hollywood! Besides teaching English, Geography and Music, Mrs. O ' Brien does such special activities as Choir Folk Groups, the Jazz Group and Hot -Rod car racing. Mrs. Peat teaches Physics and Chemistry, as well as the Science of " Black Holes " and how to spot a " Close Encounter of the Third Kind " . Her pastime activities are often spent doing her favourite thing - dieting or catching little Juniors " eavesdropping " near the Science Lab! Mrs. Ellen Routliffe ' s family roots spring from Shawville, Quebec. After teaching Maths at Elmwood for 21 years, Mrs. Rout- liffe certainly knows every trick in the book! (WATCH OUT GRADE NINE!) Her leisure time is spent either with her grandchildren or thinking up tricky algebra problems. A Judith Caron-Sabourin hails from " Le Grand Pays du Quebec " . Senora Sabourin ' s main interest at the school is teaching REV- OLUTIONARY TACTICS in both French and Spanish. Madame s outside activities range from playing Cowboys and Indians to re-enacting the Spanish Revolution. La Senora related her ad- miration for the Royal Family especially for Rod Llewelyn! She also stated that Paul Newman doesn ' t hold a candle to Che Guevara! " Urmel " , as Madame Saint-Macary is known by her friends, is of German descent. Since her childhood, her one ambition in life was to become a trapeze artist. Yet Madame has not given up her dream, and from time to time a huge thud can be heard coming from the French Room followed by a stifled " Ah ja! " or " Kruzifixfurken! " . Madame feeds on Schnitzel, Nudelsalat and Apple Pie. She also collects and stuffs animals. (How awful!) 6 Wanda Carole Schmidt, or " Mommy " as she is often known as, comes from Minto, New Brunswick. Apart from teaching Maths and English, Mrs. Schmidt stud- ies such complex Urban Concepts as how to get from Elmwood to the I. G. A. Her outside activities include collecting Brownie packs and stars, and doing arts and crafts. Mrs. Schmidt would also like us to mention that she owns Lutino Budgie named " Bird " (How enterprising Mrs. Schmidt!) P.J. Scott (Pen), place of origin is England. Her earliest am- bition in life was to be a gardener, then an archaeologist and later to explore the world. In those early days she was often heard to murmur " Today the garden, tomorrow the world " . Mrs. Scott ' s interests, apart from teaching English and Drama, include playing tennis, eating bananas and greengages while listening to Claude Debussy playing the harmonica. She also firmly believes in ' Woman ' s Understated Superiority ' . Mrs. Turkington hails from the " Emerald Isle " and has been teaching History and World Politics for longer than she would like to remember! Her many talents are usually expended on taking those budding Elmwood diplomats to Commonwealth Conferences and U.N. Conferences, as well as driving a rac- ing green Honda Civic. According to popular belief Mrs. Turkington speaks Gaelic in her sleep. Madame White est nee a Brighton, Angleterre. Elle enseigne Le French. Ses interets sont le sewing, le quilting, le reading et le loafing. Elle aime beaucoup le food, elle parle beaucoups de food, elle aime toujours dire " II faut vivre pour manger pas manger pour vivre. " Apart from all this Mme. White can often be heard early in the morning (12 noon) mumbling " Where am I going? Who am I? " Never mind, Mrs. White, if you teach French what can you expect? Unfortunately, owing to a previous engagement at Carnegie Hall with the Elmwood Philharmonic, Mrs. Chapin was not available for interviewing. From Left to Right: Liz Camp, Co-editor; Lynne Houwing, Advertising Editor; Felicity Smith, Co-editor. EDITORS ' NOTE Dear Reader, We sincerely hope that you will enjoy this year ' s Samara 78. The commence- ment of the year saw the designing of a new cover by Christine Humphreys; we hope that you will find it to your satisfaction. Another new addition to the year- book was the Teachers ' Questionnaire from which we were able to write a brief synopsis of each member of the faculty (the truth comes out, girls! !). We have noticed that in past years the Juniors are, to a great extent, left out of Samara, and that the magazine seems disproportionately oriented towards the Senior School. We have tried to correct this by devoting more pages to Junior activi- ties and sports (now the Grade Eight girls will NEVER forget that week in Ap- ril when a class of Ashbury boys descended upon them!). We have also tried to include in this edition of Samara the changes that have occurred at Elm- wood during the year - such as, for example, the new look of Closing. Most of all we have attempted to capture the moments which have made this year unique and that, in times to come, will distinguish it from any other. When you ' re old and gray we hope Samara 78 will help you to relive the many expe- riences you have had at Elmwood. We will be pleased to hear your comments on this year ' s book, and the best of luck to next year ' s Editors, Candy Warren and Beth Swift. JENNI JOHNSTON Jenni has just completed her ninth suc- cessful year at Elmwood. From Grade 5 to Grade 13, she has punctuated her school career with many triumphs, culminating in her appointment as Head Girl. Jenni is known for her eager participation in every school function, no matter how humble. The school owes her many thanks for her contributions to Senior Volleyball, Soccer, " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " (its costumes and finances), and " Sui Sang " . Jenni is a many-facated person however, and the calm, efficient manager that the school sees every morning is not the Elm- woodian that we know so well. She has tried, on her own initiative, to co-ordinate activities with Ashbury, and the spirit of goodwill which was the result will carry on into next year. Jenni hopes to study physiotherapy fol- lowed by medicine, at a Canadian univer- sity next year. We wish her every success in this field. KAREN MOLSON Karen, who arrived in Grade 9, is a veteran of Elmwood - and who should know better than she, the ins and outs of this year ' s Grade 13 class „ She has taken part in both " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " (as a costume maker) and in this year ' s production of " The Crucible " , in which she co-starred as the unforgettable ' Mary Warren ' . Perhaps the greatest contribution Karen has made to the school is through her work on the " Samara " . As Editor last year, she produced the finest " Samara " yet, and with her assistance as Advisory Editor such a standard will undoubtedly be maintained this year. Karen was elected Senior Prefect and has performed her duties admirably, and those of us who can be bothered to read the notice board will have noticed the concise minutes of Stu- dents ' Council, for Karen was also its Secretary this year. Next year, Karen hopes to study Arts at Carleton University, and early indications point to her having every success. 10 ROSEMARY NESBITT An Elmwood veteran of five years, Rosemary never ceases to amaze us: for example, how can a delicate girl like " Dee-dee " , armed only with that frivolous confection that she calls a hat, battle her way under subarctic conditions through the treacherous snows of Rockcliffe ' s unplowed roads? And to think, she is never more than an hour late! However, her daily trek does not detract from the energy she gives to her work as Prefect and Head of Keller. In Grade 12, Rosemary ' s activities includ- ed volleyball, soccer, and campaigning as Advertising Editor of " Samara " . She was also a very successful Sports Captain and was responsible for the new Elmwood T-shirts. Contrary to her house affiliations, Rose- mary hopes to follow in Florence Nightin- gale ' s footsteps and study Nursing in an Ontario University. Good luck, Rosemary! HEATHER MacPHEE Heather joined us in Grade 12, and Elm- wood has not been the same since. During her first year she participated eagerly in " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " as ' Dopey ' with the big ears and ever stum- bling feet. Heather played in Senior Vol- leyball and Soccer teams, and she has carried over her enthusiasm to her house games this year, as she was made a Pre- fect and Head of Fry. Her other less sporting ventures include water fights and snowball attacks on the third floor. Tut, tut, Heather! Her friends will remember her for her stolen weeks in Florida, and rather tropical -looking sun tans, which were visible through gaping holes in her leotards. Heather hopes to head off to St. F.X. (Francis of Xavie to study Physical Edu- cation next year. Her ultimate aim is to become the first woman R.C.M.P. officer to ride in the Musical Ride! Good luck to you, Heather! r CARLA PEPPLER Carla ' s deceptively quiet presence has been with us since Grade 7 and those years have seen many changes in her. Always a hard worker and su ccessful achiever, Car- la has unknowingly been an example for the rest of the class - whether we followed the example or not! Some of her hidden talents include swimming in the Olympic Trials and piloting airplanes. She was also a member of Elmwood ' s Tennis Team which made the Ontario High School Champion- ships! Carla has been an industrious Pre- fect this year, working closely with the Junior School and contributing her efforts to various activity organizations (and Prayers!). Unfortunately she has not yet won her local campaign to have an elevator installed on the back stairs! Carla plans to study Nursing at univer- sity next year where we know she will be very popular: although she won ' t be need- ing it, we wish her the best of luck. ALIX PARLOUR Those of us who have known Alix for well nigh three years never cease to mar- vel at her infinite talents and abilities. An invaluable member of the class and the school, ' Mortimer ' was the initiator of the successful Drama Club, and assisted in every facet of " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " . Other extracurricular activities included involvement in the Chess Club and Debating Team, Senior and Junior Choirs, tennis tournaments, and acting as Students ' Council Secretary and Assistant Editor of " Samara " . This year Alix ' s brainwave was the (in)famous " Coventry Day " , and she also played the part of ' Abigail ' in " The Cruci- ble " , to mention only a few of the many contributions she made to the school as a Prefect and Head of Nightingale. " Sigh " and " How tragic ! " will be remembered as her favourite expressions, and never will we forget " the Alix look " ! Next year Alix hopes to study medicine. We know she will achieve whatever she wants to. 12 PAULINE BLAIR Pauline is definitely NOT your average Elmwood girl, having such diverse habits as yoga, singing (cough, cough), speaking to inanimate objects like ' Gertrude ' , and initiating water and jello fights. Along more serious lines, ' Polintsky ' contribut- ed much to Keller House as its Vice-Head, to " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " , Senior Choir, the Chess Club, the Drama Club, and more recently " The Cabaret " . Pauline ' s infamous afghan provided warmth for many of us who frequently fell asleep in the Common Room - although strictly speaking, it was not made for this purpose! We still find bird seed in corners and crevices of the Common Room, reminding us of the days when Pauline ' s ' Gandolf The Frog ' was kicked to death.. Many thanks anyway for the class mascot! Next fall the Engineering Department of Waterloo will hopefully have a new pupil : we are certain that, with hard work and patience, Pauline will do well in this field. CHARLOTTE BARIL Back in 1975, Mrs. Whitwill decided that we should improve our French - and the result was Charlotte, straight from La Sarre, Quebec. Now our French is perfect ' ' almost ' ) and Charlotte is tired of people asking her what part of England she comes from! After two years, we have concluded that " I hate you! " is a term of affection, and " How ' s life? " is her favourite conver- sational gambit. Charlotte especially de- lights in learning new expressions such as " You have the nerve to say that! " , " Shall we chip in? " , and several characteristic and unmentionable Spanish phrases! Be- coming a Prefect in Grade 13, Charlotte has applied herself seriously to her duties; she is one of the guiding lights of every Nightingale activity, and is the ' bell of the ball ' at every dance, Charlotte hopes to take Business Administration at Ottawa ' U ' in the fall so we take this opportunity to alert them: Attention, ' le pudding ' arrive! 13 ALISON HAYES Alison is one of those people who is de- termined to go where she wants to in life. The class is indebted to her for her per- sistent efforts in arranging the harried de- tails of the Graduation Dance, for which task she was able to call upon her last year ' s experience in the field. Whenever we see her before she goes to work in the afternoons, dressed in one of her stunning dresses or suits, we cannot believe that this is the same Alison who sits in a green uniform all day! Talented in jazz dancing, ballet, and art, she also likes to partici- pate in school activities, even if it means admitting that she has ANOTHER talent! Her acting ability, for example, was dem- onstrated when she played ' Rebecca ' in " The Crucible " , and danced in " The Cabaret " . Alison would like to continue teaching jazz next year, and to attend York Uni- versity to concentrate in visual arts or dancing. Hang in there, Alison. JANE BURKE-ROBERTSON When the third floor vibrates with shrill shrieks, squeals of disbelief and hysterical laughter, we know that Jane and Angel are having another one of their insulting con- tests. When she is not thus occupied, Jane can be found drinking (coke) in the Common Room, doing last minute homework, or talking about Dave. Despite these seem- ingly wild activities, she has been a stead- ying influence in our class since Grade 7, with the exception of one year, Grade 11, when she left us to spend a year at B.C. S. This year has been a busy one for Jane, who went through a night school course, resulting frequently in the sacrifice of the following mornings ' first period. Jane is thinking of remaining in Ottawa next year to study Law at Ottawa Universi- ty. We don ' t think she ' ll have any trouble, considering her previous RECORD, pass- ing the BAR exams! Good luck. 14 JOHANNE MAROIS Another new member of our class this year, Johanne is rapidly becoming bilin- gual. We can always tell when she is at school because the presence of her little red car, with Quebec plates, is so notice- able in the student parking lot! We appre- ciate her frequent lifts, both to and from Ashbury with (ahem!) a full complement of history-bodies; she is well-known for her unconventional seating arrangements . . . (Oh . . . Hi, officer!). Johanne loves to ski on the weekends, and is an habituee of Hull discos. Other favourite pastimes in clude riding and getting new, glamorous hairdos! One of Johanne ' s most ambitious aspira- tions is to become fluent in Spanish so that she can call herself ' trilingual ' . Johanne is hoping either to travel to Eng- land in September to attend Rockhampton School of Equitation, or to remain in town and go to Ottawa university. Bonne chance, Johanne, or perhaps Bon voyage! ROWENA MacLURE Rowena is one of the few hard workers in our class, not only in school work but in initiating reforms as well! When she joined us in Grade 11, she was appalled at the state of the bicycle shed, and she has been fighting ever since to have it replaced: we are hoping that her next project will be ac- quiring a juke box for the Common Room! Rowena will never forget her bicycle ac- cident in Grade 11, nor the weeks after- wards with a wired jaw, and drinking chunky soup through a straw! Her role as Vice -Head of Nightingale and her part as ' Mrs. Putnam ' in " The Crucible " this year involved much dedicated effort; another of her dramatic achievements was her part as ' The Mirror ' in " Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs " . All of Grade 13 will certainly re- member for years to come the satisfaction obtained from devouring one of Rowena ' s famous brownies. Rowena hopes to study Occupational Therapy in the fall at a Canadian university. 15 LOUISE ROBEY There is rarely a period in the day when we cannot find Louise curled up in the Com- mon Room, reading a gossip magazine. She is another " quiet one " who comes out of her shell only at Disco Dances, which she loves to go to on the weekends. After school on weekdays, she is a waitress at the Royal Ottawa Golf Club with Raine. Despite her brave efforts to make it to school on time in the mornings, she can usually be counted on to be the last to ar- rive! We will never forget the " stray " dog whom Louise brought to history class, or the impressionable costume she v ore for Glamour Day in Spirit Week! We still would like to know how many more years she plans to drive solely on the strength of that age-yellowed " 365 " ! Louise wishes to pursue the study of lan- guages at a university in Ottawa next year. Considering her present capability in Eng- lish, French, Spanish, and German, she should not have any trouble. RAINE PHYTHIAN What will we remember about Raine? Probably her lateness every morning, the death of her brown car, her silver car, " The Muppet Show " , and " I ' m seeing doub- le! " Raine has been dubbed " the source of all gossip " . She loves to go to parties, and has a huge wardrobe of outfits to suit every occasion, even " parade ground " in the army. Although she chose to " desert " her position as Head of the Formal Committee, Raine has lent her abilities in this field to the arrangement of the private Grade 13 Graduation Dance. She may never forget the Mediterranean Cruise in Grade 10 (or at least part of it). The Grade 11 camping trip may also stand out in her memory, especially the martians and the night of the thunderstorm! Although Raine has hoped to obtain a uni- versity degree with Louise in " the effects of the Mediterranean sun ' s rays on the skin " , she may have to settle for General Science in a Canadian university. 16 ELIZABETH SELLERS Elizabeth came to Elmwood in Grade 7 and since then, she and her very distinc- tive head of hair have been found in virtu- ally every corner of the school, usually out of bounds. She has lent her consider- able talents to Elmwood ventures for seven years: in Grade 12, she led the " Seven Dwarfs " as ' Doc ' , and this year she starred in " The Crucible " as ' Elizabeth ' , - displaying the full range of her dramatic capabilities. When the early mornings do not prove too much for her, Liz shows her practical side as the Students ' Council representa- tive for Grade 13; she has also taken vig- orous parts in the Formal debate. One of the great (mentionable) passions of Eliza- • beth ' s life is riding, and she is finally in a position to satisfy her desire. Elizabeth will leave Canada after completing Grade 13 to attend Rockhampton, an academy of equitation in England. Good luck, Liz. Our best wishes to you. AGUEDA TAKACS For two years, through sheer willpower and determination, Agueda has resisted the temptations which have been the down- fall of the rest of us. This time last year, however, Agueda couldn ' t have dreamed she ' d ever be teaching us swear words in Spanish! She is known for her facial ex- pressions which change every few minutes, and range from utter disbelief to screwing - up-her-nose-in-distaste. (We have yet to see her look embarrassed ,) Another of Agueda ' s admirable assets is her ability to concoct a different excuse every morning for being late. Her memories of Elmwood will include bird watching (!), history tests, " Oh God! " , and " Up the Revolution! " Next year, Agueda plans to study archae- ology at university. Our best wishes follow her for a happy and successful future. 17 MARY WILSON Although Mary attended Elmwood in Grade 5, she is the most recent addition to our happy flock in Grade 13, and we hope that the shock of a second immersion in Elmwood life was not too much for her. To the casual observer, Mary has more than recovered, and has taken part in every Elmwood function, including dancing, sports, intramurals, and dramatics. Re- cently she became a member of the Ontario Provincial Field Hockey Team - now she secretly dreams of the next Olympics! Mary can be found wherever the action is, usually behind the lens of a Nikon. She is appreciated for her generous contributions to the Common Room, including posters, a stereo, a cassette recorder, and fre- quent, much-needed tidy-ups! Mary is uncertain about her plans for next year, but they will certainly involve sports - she has great aspirations for a camp for young people this summer. Thanks for everything, Mary, and keep in touch! ANGELIQUE WILLIKIE The name " Angel " hardly seems appro- priate at times for such a character, al- though it might have been, when she first arrived in Canada! The youngest member of the class, Angel formerly attended school under the British system of educa- tion in Jamaica. She has since made a dis- tinctive mark on the class as a young re- bel (especially at Ashbury) who is never afraid to speak her mind. An avid enthusi- ast of both modern dance and ballet, Angel attended every Elmwood-Ashbury Disco and contributed her talents to " The Caba- ret " . She will long be remembered for her role as " Tituba " in " The Crucible " , being Vice-Head of Fry, her habit of wildly ges- ticulating during English Seminars, and for interjecting " bla bla bla " when at a loss for words. For a long time Angel has planned to study languages at university, and next fall her dreams may come true. Best wishes! 18 DEBRA RODGERS Dear Debbie, Ever since you left us last December, we have been imagining what sort of esca- pades you are up to in London. We were sorry to see you go, but hope our farewell " bash " made leaving a little easier. We still remember your indignation at the mere thought of an upside-down British flag! Although your mind may have reject- ed some of these other memories, we will nevertheless remind you of them. For in- stance, who could forget the cruise in Grade 10, little green " Tinker Bell " , and the summer spent at Dele ' s (along with the Tight Black Pants) . . . not to mention that book " How to Overcome Anger and Frus- tration " lent to you in Grade 12 by Mrs. Whitwill! Your numerous boy friends and the panic over the Formal will doubtless be remembered by all. Even though the class may scatter worldwide, please keep those letters coming to us who remember you so well. Love, Grade 13 19 GRADE 12 GRADE ELEVEN Ark iLli Kathy Fraser Eugenia Kanellakos Michelle Hall Elizabeth McDougall Jill Reid Susan Steele Pam Houwing Christine Humphreys Heather Kelly Julie La Traverse Sarah Martin Beth Swift Caroline Thamer 24 Candy Warren Elizabeth Watson Absent: Patricia Montero. Sandy Zagerman Enthusiasm plus! 25 CLASS fREE Sylvie Tanguay Gill Slader Form Mistress: Mrs. White. GRADE 8-C Tory Benitz Andrea Cardinal Jennifer Cheney Most of us arrived on the pier at about 10:00 sharp. We made a strange sight as we lounged on our towels in bikinies decorat- ed with red polka dots, palm trees and terriers. " Mrs. Chance isn ' t here yet! " exclaimed Mary and Jenny. Everyone swirled around and watched as Mrs. Chance saun- tered down the pier. She swung her ' Nancy ' bag over her shoul- der and pulled her sunglasses out of her hair. Behind her fol- lowed Vine a who had lost her bikini bottoms and was wearing Elmwood bloomers. Patricia started talking nervously about her swimming as the motor boat approached. We all gathered our bottles of suntan lotion, our hairbrushes and gossip magazines, and jumped into the boat. We reached the south shore in about five minutes. Everyone was chatting ' and laughing excitedly, all but Jenny who had vi- sions of Shaun Cassidy on her mind. When we got to the diving ridge some jumped in and others didn ' t. Believe it or not, these are the reasons: JILL BAKER didn ' t make it because a mermaid got envious of her hair and chopped off her head. TORY BENITZ: Well, Tory heard about the tidal bore and thought someone was insulting her . . . ANDREA CARDINAL: Poor Andrea thought we were leaving from dock, eh? But we left from dock B so she missed the boat. 30 JENN CHENEY: The Russians finally caught up with her and turned her towards Siberia . . . ROSEMARY CLYDE had to turn back because her glasses fogged up . . . DARYA FARHA: Darya got off the boat because they wouldn ' t let her fly her Robert Redford pennant . . . DIANA FROMOW got caught off by a ' Dancing Merman ' . EVA GOLDFIELD: Eva made it but got hungry on the way so she speared a fish with her nail. VICKY MALLETT: Vicky never made it because she laughed herself into an acute appendectomy . . . LYNDA NADOLNY: She didn ' t make it because she saw all the Ottawa guys standing on the shore . . . Her last words were, " I could make it, but I think I can only handle twelve ... " PAT PEZOULAS never even made it because her string bikini was such a success that she won the Universal Macrame Contest o . . LISA SAWATSKY forgot how to swim - one more down! JENNY SUTHERLAND was the last one to leave and the first one to arrive. She swam SO fast because Shaun Cassidy was waiting on the shore with open arms . . . MARY WHITE: When she smiled the boat crew mistook her for a lighthouse and left her behind . . . VINCA WILLIS didn ' t make it because she heard we were plan- ning to visit the CAPITALS of the world, and she never did ap- preciate capitals! Vine a Willis Jennifer Sutherland Lisa Sawataky Patricia Pezoulas 31 GRADE Sylvie Joly " BILLIE CRYSTAL " 1)1 Jenny Leslie " JOYCE DEWITT " Brenda Kimmel " HORSHACK " Caroline Martin " K.C. " 32 EIGHT-M life Carol Nesbitt DR. JEKYL AND MR. HYDE Anne Tessier " KEVIN TIGHE " Joanna Pocock " NADIA COMANECI " Danielle Thompson " FROM ON OUR OWN " Dorothy Schenker " FRED BARRY (RERUN) " Susan Wurtele " SCOTT BAIL 5 Elizabeth Sellers " KAREN VALENTINE " Betsy Eldon LYNNY GREEN FROM " ON OUR OWN " 33 GRADE 7-0 THE HOLY ONES 1. Lucy Adams 2. Gill Benitz 3. Linda Booker 4. Kathryn Dick 5. Christine Eggarhos 6. Paula Gilbert 7. Marion Jones 8. Lisa Kelly 9. Janique Lachance 10. Lisa Mierins 11. Michiko Nakayama (Absent) 12. Sheila Reid 13. Anne Rogers 14. Susan Roston 15. Vanessa Thomas 16. Form Mistress Mrs. O ' Brien 34 35 ANDREA ARRON MAUREEN ASSALY GEMMA DEVINE r JULIANA FARHA JANET INGRAM CHRISTINE KELLY JASMINE LACHANCE JANE LAWSON GRADE SIX MRS. McRAE ' S ANGELS , tft ML ROSHENE JENNIFER LORRAINE RUBY ANDREW CHORLTON EDMONDS EGGARHOS Really with it, Hey man, what ' s Old southern " I ' ve gone man! happening? belle talk. wacko! " MICHELE CAROLINE DENISE KAREN FRIEND GARWOOD HEALY LOOYE Up to date on Smiley. Giggley Funny but quiet, the horse world. Favourite Ex- pression: Hey! 38 GLYNIS MARCUS Silly and funny. ALTHEA MAC DONALD Fun to be with an d always smil- ing. LAURA Mcintosh Funny, silly, energetic and mischievous. MAUREEN LISA MURPHY POWELL NIQUETTE MINDI RUDDOCK SCHOELLER Always sensible. A real laugh and good company. SUSANNAH LUCY STEERS WHITE " Hey, Lucy, " Honestly! " let ' s go! " Up-to-date with A good person. her English accent. KATHERINE FILIPPA YOUNG HAMMARSTROM " Acheemawalla! " An okay kid! 39 GRADES FOUR AND FIVE Annabelle Mandy Nicola Maule Tanya North 40 Julie Anne Rickerd A TRIP TO THE BEACH LEILANI comes in very jumpy. Why? Because there are bees in her bathing suit. JENNIFER comes with a big picnic. Why? Because one lunch never was enough for her. LISA comes wearing a duffle coat, boots and mittens. Why? Because her bathing suit is too drafty. KARLEEN comes riding her bike. Why? Because she missed the bus. ANNABELLE comes wearing three hats, one on top of the other,, Why? Because the two bottom ones had holes in them. NICOLA comes doing her homework. Why? Because she forgot to do it at home. TANYA comes for a quick visit. Why? Because she ' d rather be in England. V MARGARET comes with an ironing board and a housecoat. Why? Because her surf board cracked and she lost her bathing suit. CINDY comes riding a horse backwards. Why? Because she got up late. JULIE ANNE comes with her uniform on. Why? Because she learned there were schools in the water. JUNIOR SCHOOL ELECTIVES A new program was begun this year for Wednesday afternoons in the Junior School. Stu dents participated in different activities and were able to learn certain skills. All of the electives taught involved areas of life which are generally ignored by the academic cur - riculum, but from which, nonetheless, useful practical knowledge is gained. Some of the electives concentrated on developing particular talents or different aspects of the girls ' characters, while others embarked on entirely new concepts. Shown below, clockwise from top left, are baton-twirling, gymnastics, child care, and quilt -making. Other electives taught included: 42 Track Puppets Orienteering Cooking Games Make-up Stage and Costume Design Modern Jazz Creative Movement String Sculpture St. John ' s Ambulance FRY HOUSE Rows across from top to bottom: Patricia Montero, Michelle Hall, Rosalind Mc- William, Susannah Warren, Christine Humphreys, Eugenia Kanellakos, Carla Peppier, Tove Ghent, Kate Davey, Sue Bell, Caroline Thamer, Heidi Blair, Pat- ricia Schoeller, Shannon Jaeger, Olga Kanellakos, Kathy Suh, Fiona Gale, Ro- shene Andrew, Maureen Assaly, Christine Eggarhos, Danielle Thompson, Jennifer Leslie, Jennifer Sutherland, Mary White, Junior House Head; Martha Gall, Andrea Cardinal, Junior Sports Captain; Felicity Smith, Karen Molson, Jenni Johnston, Sue Power, Linda Booker, Tory Benitz, Marion Jones, Liz Camp, Senior Sports Captain; Vanessa Thomas, Heather Mac- Phee, House Head; Dorothy Schenker, Gillian Benitz, Lynn Parker, Susan An- derson, Belle Hunui, Tracey White, Al- thea MacDonald, Denise Healy, Jillian Baker, Sheila Reid, Lorraine Edmonds, Chris Kelly, Ruby Eggarhos, Donata Schoeller, lisa Hopkyns, Leilani Farha, Cynthia Rhodes, Jennifer Hopkyns. Ab- sent: Liz Sellers, Agueda Takacs, Ange- lique Willkie, Vice-Head; Kim Aston, Carol Nesbitt. Dear Fry, It is hard to believe that the year is almost over, and that my role as House Head is coming to an end. I am glad to say that we have accomplished more than we had expected to this year - House spirit and a good relationship between all Fry members. Naturally, we have had an excellent turnout at all school activities with our victories equalling the turnout. Just to list a few of our many triumphs: Senior tennis, junior ten- nis, senior floor hockey, junior floor hockey, junior basketball, junior volleyball, Spirit Week tug -of -war, Spirit Week relay races, international karate championships, national swimming, and not to mention the World Ski Cup. My thanks to Angelique Willkie, my Vice -Head, who gave me the support when I needed it. Liz Camp, our Senior Sports Captain, did an excellent job of organizing all senior sports events and of keeping our spirit together. In the Junior School, Mary White and Andrea Cardinal duplicated the efforts of Liz and myself. In closing, I would like to wish Fry and next year ' s House Head a thousand and one more successes. Salut et bonne chance 1 ' annee prochaine. Heather 44 KELLER HOUSE Fourth Row, Left to Right: Nadine Cvetanovic, Ann Tessier, Eva Goldfield, Julie La Traverse, Senior Sports Cap- tain; Alison Lee, Debby Jamieson, Amanda Lovatt, Raine Phythian, Chris Parlour, Pam Houwing, Sandy Zagerman. Third Row: Heather Kelly, Sandra Ulch, Susan Wurtele, Junior House Head; Rosemary Clyde, Lynda Nadolny, Stephanie Bosada, Betsy Eldon, Junior Sports Captain; Claudia Fuerst, Merran Blaker, Candy Warren, Carina van Heyst, Lucy Adams, Andrea Arr on. Second Row: Vinca Willis, Karleen Lovell, Jill Reid, Juliana Farha, Anne Rog- ers, Janique Lachance, Lisa Mierins, Mary Wilson, Debora Seropian, Robyn Stoner, Janieta Eyre, Janet Ingram, Jennifer Chorlton, Sylvie Joly. Front Row: Susannah Steers, Joanna Pocock, Lisa Kelly, Lisa Milstein, Niquette Ruddock, Nicola Maule, Rosemary Ne sbitt, House Head; Pauline Blair, Vice-Head; Margaret Purdie, Michele Friend, Jane Lawson, Gemma Devine, Glynis Marcus. Dear Kellerites, The end of the year is here already and I can ' t believe the day has come when I must rack my brains to try to write this. It ' s so hard to sum everything up in a few lines; es- pecially all the crazy things we ' ve done, like our great pyramid picture where everyone was screaming in agony, and the days when my House meetings turned into " Hey, did you hear the latest Keller jokes? " . Well, it has been a fun year and we raised enough money for Sui Sang and even a little extra for our picnic. Thank you very much for all the support, and a special thanks to my sports ' captains, Julie La Traverse and Betsy Eldon, who tried so hard to get Keller moving in the House games. Also, many thanks to Pauline Blair, my Vice-Head, who thought up the Keller cheer and who had the greatest spirit. Don ' t forget . . . " Strawberry shortcake, Huckleberry pie, V. I. C.T. O. R.Y. Are we in it? Well I guess. Keller, Keller, Yes, Yes, Yes. " With love, Rosemary 45 NIGHTINGALE HOUSE Sixth Row, Left to Right: Laura Mcintosh, Charlotte Baril, Rowena MacLure, Vice-Head; Alix Parlour, House Head; Raine Phythian, Louise Rcbey, Vicky Mallett. Fifth Row: Beth Swift, Liz McDougall, Clare Butler, Elizabeth Se- ward, Susan Isaac, Alex Power, Liz Sellers, Junior Sports Captain; Alison Robey, Pat Pezoulas. Fourth Row: Sarah Murray, Debbie Lee, Catherine Smith, Elizabeth Watson, Katherina Podewils, Sarah Martin, Kathy Fraser, Lisa Sa- watzky, Lynne Houwing, Senior Sports Captain. Third Row: Chris Assad, Brenda Kimmel, Darya Farha, Liz Gatti, Junior House Head; Carolann Swift, Gill Slader, Karen Wilson, Celine Ng, Carolyn Weppler. Second Row: Chris- tine McCartney, Filippa Hammarstrom, Susan Roston, Paula Gilbert, Lisa Powell, Lucy White, Michiko Nakayama, Kathryn Dick, Jasmine Lachance. Front Row: Caroline Garwood, Annabelle Mandy, Katherine Young, Maureen Murphy. Absent: Alison Hayes, Mary Jane Pigott, Sylvie Tanguay, Caroline Martin, Jennifer Cheney, Lisa Hopkyns, Julie Anne Rickerd. Dear Nightingale, Thank you for a super year. We may not be a very ostentatious house but give me quiet distinction every time. We entered all the intramural sports with great energy and deter- mination, and even if we didn ' t win, Nightingale girls are well-know for their good sportsmanship. We arranged Coventry Day and raised two hundred dollars for Sui Sang and house funds funds. It was a wonderful success and Charlotte and I hope this will be an annual event. Never have the halls of Elmwood been so silent. For Spirit Week, Nightingale ' s day was a roaring success. Our great Birthday Party and Treasure Hunt were well -received. My special thanks go to Liz Gatti, Liz Sellers, Charlotte, Rowena, and Lynne Houwing for their tremendous support, Alix 46 Fourth Row, Left to Right: Susan Wurtele, Martha Gall, Linda Booker, Mrs. O ' Brien, Marion Jones, Rosemary Clyde, Liz Sellers. Third Row: Vanessa Thomas, Christine McCartney, Caroline Martin, Gemma Devine, Ruby Eggarhos, Laura Mcintosh. Second Row: Karen Wil- son, Maureen Murphy, Niquette Ruddock, Sheila Reid. Front Row: Annabelle Mandy, Caro- line Garwood, Margaret Purdie, Carol Nesbitt. This year auditions were held for the Junior Choir at Elmwood. Those who were chosen worked diligently two nights a week. Their loyalty and hard work have been well rewarded by their excellent performances at Christmas and in the Cabaret. Singing twice a week in Prayers has been good training for the Choir, as well as being appreciat- ed by the school. The Choir deserves special congratulations for being asked to sing at Closing. I am especially proud of this group of dedicated girls ! v Jody O ' Brien SENIOR CHOIR From Left to Right: Tove Ghent, Sandra Ulch, Nadine Cvetanovic, Sarah Murray, Pauline Blair, Alison Lee, Julie La Traverse, Liz Camp, Debbie Lee, Alex Power. Absent: Kathy Suh. This year the Senior Choir learned a lot of music and had a lot of fun. We consisted of twelve voices, the main body of which came from Grade 12. In addition to leading the hymns in prayers on Mondays and Thursdays, we did a number of anthems for Elmwood and sang as a guest choir at two Ashbury Chapel Services. Remember tramping over to Ashbury in the dead of winter and singing at the tops of our voices. Our main performance of the year came when the Choir was featured in the Cabaret, for which we sang a medley of Broadway hits. My only hope isthat everyone has learned a bit more about vocal music and that they will continue to improve the Choir. I ' d like to thank Alix for all her help throughout the year, and " thanks for the me-mo-ries! " With love, Pauline 47 JUNIOR DRAMA BACK ROW, Left to Right: Vanessa Thomas, Betsy Eldon, Jane Lawson, Liz Sellers, Susan Wurtele, Jennifer Leslie, Christine Eggarhos, Patricia Pezoulas, Darya Farha, Mrs. Scott, Dorothy Schenker, Tory Benitz, An- drea Cardinal, Liz Gatti, Mary White, Lucy Adams, Vinca Willis, Susan Roston. FRONT ROW: Christine McCartney, Kathryn Dick, Anne Rogers, Lisa Kelly, Gill Benitz, Carolyn Weppler, Marion Jones, Jillian Baker, Paula Gilbert, Sheila Reid, Janique Lachance, Jasmine Lachance, Chris Kelly, Linda Booker, Lisa Mierins, Karen Wilson. Junior Drama this year consisted of a large group of girls from Grades Seven and Eight. They all worked extremely hard throughout the year to produce three extracts from Shakespeare. Performances from: ' The Merchant of Venice ' Hamlet ' ' A Midsummer Night ' s Dream ' were shown to parents on May 24, 1978. The night was a great success, and directors, actors, and stage crew alike deserve congratulations for putting on such a fine show. A special thanks should be extended to Mrs. Scott for all the time and effort she put into training the group. 48 THE STUDENTS ' COUNCIL Back Row, Left to Right: Lynne Houwing, Karen Molson, Secretary; Liz Sel- lers, Beth Swift, Debbie Lee, Jenni Johnston, Chairperson; Sarah Murray, Amanda Lovatt, Felicity Smith, Alex Power, Nadine Cvetanovic. Front Row: Kathryn Dick, Anne Rogers, Jennifer Chorlton, Heather Kelly, Liz Camp, Fiona Gale, Jasmine Lachance, Christine McCartney, Janieta Eyre. Absent: Sue Power, Treasurer; Chris Parlour. Dear Elmwood, In 1977-78 the Students ' Council has seen many changes for the better. For the first time in this organization ' s history, a bank account that han- dles all the money which is made by committees in ' the school, has been opened in the name of the Students ' Council. Another successful amend- ment to the constitution has been the division of the Council into separate Junior and Senior School meetings every third week, in order to enable representatives to voice concerns which do not directly apply to the entire school. Copies of each meeting ' s minutes are posted on the bulletin board in the front hall every week. These minutes provide a record of the achieve- ments of the Students ' Council, which include the provision of ideas for Spirit Week, the acquisition of a skating rink on the grounds, and the in- stallation of a light bulb in the locker room so that Felicity and Sue wouldn ' t have to use flashlights! Ideas for the improvement of next year ' s Students ' Council are always appreciated. Thank you for your support. Karen Molson (Secretary) Jenni Johnston (Chairperson) 50 SUI SANG COMMITTEE This year has been a successful one for Sui Sang and it has been enjoyed by all mem- bers. We organized many activities to earn money for our foster children, such as penny contests, chip sales, and many bake sales. From Coventry Day in October, Alix gave us two hundered dollars which helped us greatly. One of our foster children, Gabriel Garcia, turned eighteen during the year and he is now on his own making a career to help sup- port his family. Our new child is called Warsman and he lives in Indonesia. I would like to thank all the members of Sui Sang who gave up much of their time in aid of this project. A special thanks should be extended to Sue Power and the Dance Committee who assisted us with the drinks for the dances. We all wish next year ' s committee good luck! Debby Lynn Sandra Susan Sue Standing, Left to Right: Susan Anderson, Sue Steele, Lynn Parker, Sandra Ulch. Sitting: Debby Jamieson. POUND COMMITTEE This year was no different from others for the Pound Committee. Wayward bloomers, socks, blaz- ers, and other unmentionables were found and ransomed back to their original owners. Unfor- tunately the first few weeks of Pound were a moving experience as the pound closet was relocated from its original location, to the Senior locker room, to the Junior locker room, and finally to a closet under the Ju nior stairs ! This year we hope to donate all the money we have collected to the Samara Committee. Chris Clare Robyn Robyn Stoner, Chris Parlour, Clare Butler. 51 BELL RINGER Alison Robey The Bell Ringer has become a tradition at Elmwood and it is part of what makes the school unique. The job requires a person who is responsible, reliable, and who has a watch that runs on time! But most importantly, she must be able to resist bribes (I ' ll do anything if you ' ll only PLEASE ring the bell early in Science). Yet to the utter dismay of many girls, during the first weeks of school Alison was sometimes known to miss the lab altogether. It wasn ' t long though before she knew the schedule to perfection. Will those ears ever stop ringing now, Alison? LIBRARY COMMITTEE Although we did not make any drastic changes this year, the committee does hope the girls will notice the new series of books and the library ' s constant tidiness. For most seniors the Li - brary has been the " rendez -vous " for so- cializing. But in the fu- ture we hope you will try to recognize it as an area with great potential as a LIBRARY. I sin- cerely thank Mrs. Tilson for taking a special in- terest in the Library and Mrs. Green for her co- operation. Alison Lee, Julie La Traverse, Kathy Fraser Julie 52 DANCE COMMITTEE Dear Elmwood, The Dance Committee has had quite a promising year and for the first time we worked separately from Ashbury ' s Dance Committee. We had one dance every term. The first and last terms groups called Carisma and Passion played at Elmwood. The middle term fea- tured a disco which was quite profitable. We organized many money-raising activities such as chip sales, bake sales, drink sales, and carnation selling at the Valen- tines plus 4 dance, all of which were well supported by the school. We would like to thank Mrs. Whitwill for her toler- ance of our indecisiveness and our shaky budget. The Dance Committee would also like to thank Lynn Parker and the rest of Sui Sang for helping with refreshments at the dances. Many thanks go to Grade 12 for the fan- tastic support they gave us whenever we yelled " Help! " . We ' re most grateful. We ' ve tried to make the dances more entertaining and we hope we have succeeded. Lots of luck to next year ' s committee. Treat ' em good Elmwood! ! Sue Nadine Kim Sandy Sarah From Left to Right: Sandy Zagerman, Sue Power, Sarah Martin, Nadine Cvetanovic. Absent: Kim Aston. » SAMARA COMMITTEE Dear Elmwood, Producing this yearbook has been quite an ex perience; however, we hope that you find the results as satisfying as we ourselves do. We would like to thank Candy and Michelle for their help with the layout of the Literature sections, and Chris for the assistance with art- work, in particular the Division pages. Beth Swift was also helpful, especially with photog- raphy. The Junior School representatives were efficient in providing their class form notes on time, which was gratefully appreciated. Lynne Houwing, with the assistance of Mary Jane Pigott, worked extremely hard this year on ad- vertising. She was able to obtain advertise- ments and patron donations totalling approxi- mately two thousand dollars. A special thanks must be extended to Mrs. Davies who gave us the guidance and en- couragement we needed. Felicity and Liz From Left to Right: Chris Humphreys, Art Layout; Lynne Houwing, Advertising Editor; Beth Swift, Candy Warren, Literature Layout; Michelle Hall, Liz Camp, Co-Editor; Felicity Smith, Co-Editor. 53 m l[ m[ " ™ M1CHFUC SMITH BRUCf CABTFB REACH FOR THE TOP THE TEAM ALIX PARLOUR FELICITY SMITH SUSANNAH POWER CHRISTINE PARLOUR nff mm - -m i c m m i " -mrn nmr rawsinu vmm mm MY FIRST TERM AT ELMWOOD The first day that I saw Elmwood School, Well ... I was feeling like a fool. All alone, without a friend, It seemed that this would be the end. But textbooks having been received, Some relaxation could be perceived. In the old girls there certainly was more But I too was interested when we went to the second floor. After the classroom had been seen, We left until September 15. And now it ' s November and soccer has gone, And the time ' till Christmas isn ' t too long! Between then and now so much has been done. We went to the War Museum which was lots of fun. We scrambled, we struggled and climbed on a tank, And Mrs. Whitwill we really must thank, She ' s never said anything about the volleyball game . But since M.J. ' s serve she ' s never been quite the same Biking to Ashbury is a nice waste of time, And I ' m sure we ' ve all paid pound at least one dime! History, Latin, BMA, French . . . And in the park Andy (Andrea) jumped over a bench. English, Geography, German and Science . . . To the cold wind we all shout defiance. What ' s coming soon? A test and, oh yes, an exam! The teachers have warned us, " Come now, don ' t cram And do we listen? Some " no " and some " yes " Another thing gone is quite a few dances, And laughs at Susan ' s Harlequin Romances. This almost the end of 1977 And it ' s been something quite close to heaven. I ' ve run out of paper, I ' ve run out of time, And in case you hadn ' t noticed I ' ve run out of rhyme Well, this is it, it ' s almost the end And now I hope I have more than one friend. Well . . . now I really like Elmwood School, And now everyone knows that I am a Fool! ! ! Carina Van Heyst BOREDOM Sitting quietly in a room full of nothing. Every detail of the room rolls before your mind and you remember the crack in the paint above the door and the six grooves in the wooden floor on the left hand side of your bed. You shudder to think about all the adventures taken place in the room. Friendships, illness and parties. The last party was an unexpected wild one when John fell out of the window. Georgina was sick and Cathy broke two chairs. Two weeks have whizzed by since the party and now you are sitting with nothing to do. Your bottom is lethargic out the rest of your body is hungry for activity but there is none. I guess that is what you call lazing on a Sunday afternoon. Fiona Gale 56 FRIENDSHIP Friendship should be something that is found and kept, never bought or stolen. Friendship is something special, good friends are hard to come by. If you find a good friend, KEEP THEM. Friendship never ends, no matter what the time. Friends are there in time of joy and sorrow. Friends understand in their own way. So explain; friends may be able to help. Never be ashamed of FRIENDSHIP. M. W Standard ideas along standard lines; No differences, no individualism, no ambition A stereotyped future and a stereotyped past. No hopes, no fears, no love. People everywhere with the same expressions And even inside they ' re the same. Countries have started to merge Eternal jeans and sneakers. Airports are no different - Endless rows of seats With endless rows of people All with the same expressions. What would the world do If someone was different If someone laughed in the streets? What would it do if we all were different If you were you And I was me? Susan Isaac 57 The once peaceful and sleeping sun now stirs, like a deadly giant awakening from a deepslumber. It begins to rise, belching forth hatred and vengeance upon the earth, killing, as a creature obsessed with the lust to destroy. " Brent Keaton - a Missouri university graduate - incinerated while walking down main street. Kristie Lane - Social Worker - incinerated in Texas while teaching. James Williams - Civil Servant - incinerated in San Francisco while crossing the parking lot to his car. As well as these reported incidents, many buildings and trees have also been burned. Police say that these " fires " are caused by an accomplished arsonist or by the use of a powerful laser. This is Tom Dean - WWNY T.V. NEWS - Goodnight. " David Fisher, a twenty-seven-year -old journalist, stepped quietly into the elevator. He was tall, with blond hair and a tanned face. His grey eyes were sharp and piercing, and as the elevator screeched to a stop on the top floor he stepped out. He was carrying a tape recorder, a heavy black bag and three different cameras. His walk was slow and deliberate as he made his way down the hall. At the end of the hall was a dark, beaten door into which he placed a small key. The door creaked open and revealed a small, dingy one-room apartment with a bed, a stove, a refrigerator and a television. David removed his gear and jacket and settled himself on his bed to watch the news. " ... ' cinerated today in Los Angeles. Doctor Fritzburger told reporters today, that he feels the unrestricted use of spray cans has weakened the ozone layer which protects us f ' om direct radiation. Popular opinion seems to be that the Russians are experimenting with a new type of laser. All people are being temporarily warned to stay Off the streets until the problem has been settled between our great American Nation and the U. S. S. R. This is Tom Dean WWN . . . wait one moment - we have a news update from our Russian news correspondent: appar- ently Russia is also experiencing similar occurences and ... it seems so are a number of countries - could Doctor Fritz- burger be right ? More news tomorrow at 7:00, this is Tom Dean WWNY T.V. news - Goodnight. " David sighed deeply and rose to turn off the television. He secretly hoped Doctor Fritzburger was wrong, but he knew the Doctor was right. He tripped over his camera and swore quietly as he found his way to the television set and collapsed, exhausted, onto his bed. He rose at 4:30 to the terrified screams of an hysterical woman. He hurried to the window and saw a middle-aged woman. Her eyes were large and frightened as they searched for a source of help. She threw her hands wide, gesticulating wildly and motioning toward a scorched and blackened patch of concrete beside her. One of her arms had no hand - just a charred and bleeding mass. At her feet were the twisted remains of the handle of a baby stroller. He dressed quickly and ran down the stairs - his face pale and drawn. He slipped past the woman and started running down the road, gradually gaining speed until he was sprinting desperately - trying to run from something, but from what? His breath was coming in laboured gasps as he fought back the surging wave of panic that threatened to engulf him. He broke into a loping gait as the building behind him exploded with shattering intensity, sending hundreds of people surging from the surrounding area, wailing in terror. Screams of agony rent the air as the torturing fingers of the sun struck down at the fleeing crowd. David, weak from exhaustion, collapsed in an inanimate heap and tried desperately to regain control of his rising panic. The crowd, ever increasing in size, was now far behind David and he rose with new confidence. A wave of strength and determination washed over his body - they would die, the fools, but he would live - only he would survive. Suddenly he stopped - would his original plan work? Could he survive under the ground? His eyes searched the ground frantically and he started running until he reached it - a sewer cover. He heaved at the lid desperately until he jolted it up and then he slid it across. Everything was quiet. He gazed around at the deserted streets. The wind scattered leaves and papers across the road gently. Suddenly, a building on his left exploded fiercely. He jumped with the noise and nearness of the blast and slithered down the tunnel. He grasped wildly - for anything! His hand caught the rung of an old iron ladder as the pungent liquid washed around his legs. The stench filled his nostrils and he retched violently. He clung to the step until, finally, he mustered enough strength to clamber out of the tunnel. He breathed the fresh air deeply and limped away, occasionally turning back and glowering in frustration. For the whole day he fought his way along with death and destruction all around him. At last, driven by hunger and ex- haustion, he was forced to rest. He searched for food until he came upon a small, dirty, corner store. He kicked in the window and grabbed 2 loaves of bread and a bottle of orange juice from the shelf. It was dark now, only the light from the moon gently illuminating the ruins of Los Angeles - a once busy and noisy city. At night, there was no danger of being incinerated by the sun. If he could find refuge for the day, he could live by night. For days he wandered aimlessly through the streets, occasionally meeting a haggard refugee seeking shelter, as he was. In the daylight, he slept in the cold and dusty basements of large factories, and at night he prowled the streets eating any- thing he could find. For two months he existed on a meagre diet of rotting flesh and plants. His clothes were ripped and ragged, his hair was dark and unruly, a thick beard enshrouded his face and his once piercing grey eyes now glowed unseeingly into the dark of the night. Suddenly he spotted a crouched figure. It was that of a man, and it had food. David edged forward, his muscles tensed and his mind alert. For the first time, his eyes grew cold and forbidding and he released a low, gutteral growing noise. The figure spun around. It was a small, frail boy of fourteen or fifteen. He clenched his fists and stood, defiantly, be- fore his meal. The odds were highly against the boy and the fight would not be fair, but by now, all reasoning was gone. David stepped forward and growled again. It was not a human sound. He was not a human, he was an animal. The boy shrank away from the menacing figure and suddenly, overwhelmed by fear, the boy fled, weeping hysterically. David quickly dropped to the ground and began feverishly devouring the body of a young girl. His joy at having food stopped him from being as cautious as he usually was. He did not hear the soft footfall of the young boy behind him. Nor did he hear the grunt as the boy heaved a heavy wooden plank above his head and let it fall. Sue Warren GOOD -BYE I never knew where you went Keady I never saw you again Keady You ' ve never been back again Keady YOU ' ve left us all alone Sometimes we ' re silent, thinking of you Keady I know the others feel as I do Keady I wish I knew how you were Keady I wish that you were home I saw you today Keady Head hanging low Keady All that ' s left skin and bones Keady What ' s happened to you? I remember when you used to race Keady We ' d stand there and yell for Keady We ' d bet what we could and if we lost Keady We didn ' t mind, we loved you. Yet racing became too much Keady You hurt your leg badly Keady The other owner said he ' d take care of Keady But now I know he didn ' t. He still tried to race you Keady He wanted more and more money from Keady He ran you into the ground Keady And now . . . it ' s time to go I have to go and leave now Before 1 start to cry So when you go to the dogmeat factory Remember I ' ve said good-bye. Susan Isaac THE SUNSET The sun is sinking lower, colouring the sky. Its beauty is ephemeral and it catches every eye. It will not stay for long, yes, soon it will expire, But now it colors all the lands as a great big ball of fire. It slips below the trees and now its left our earth, But soon, tomorrow morning, it will have a grand rebirth. The skies are clothed in purple and settling down for the night And waiting for tomorrow and the sun, once more, and her light. Carina Van Heyst PROBLEMS OF SUMMER Problems of summer Come in vast quantities, with decisions to be made Do you want to go camping, fishing, boating, swimming . . . ? None, you say! Then off to camp with you my precious one, Where all little boys and girls sing and frolic in the sand. They splash in the water, yell and shout. Until their bodies are brown from the sun For the long day has put them to bed. When it ' s all over, they say good-bye. Be on their way until another summer of decisions be on their way. M. W. It was hers, she was its, The sun, rain, moon and joy, The earth possessed her, The violence, fun and drugs, Yet she was happy For this was her day. Robyn Syfler AUNT CLARICE ' S BONNET mi Last month I went with Great Aunt Clarice To buy a hat with her in Paris And girls she bought a gorgeous bonnet All lovely flowers and what-nots on it The shop girl said it was quite unique One of its kind, made by a Greek. My dear aunt was ever so happy, She likes it so much, she called it flappy. And one day, Oh what a bother! In a shop window, she saw the hat ' s brothe She was surprised and full of dismay, So much so, she threw her ' s away. But alack, alas, here is the jest Her eyes need perfection She had seen her reflection. Angelique Wilkie 61 A VIEW OF THE TAJ So many people go to India, year after year. Most tourists go and see the Taj Mahal and yet when my parents and I lived in India we knew many friends who hadn ' t visited the Taj. This was probably due to the fact that they thought the Taj was becoming too much of a tourist attraction and too familiar. However, my parents and I went to Agra to see it. The Taj Mahal is so well known that people expect, when visiting, to be overwhelmed by it (and they usually are!). The gloomy outer red walls tell you nothing of what lies within. However as you enter the front gate you get the most fantastic view of the Taj. The long pools with trees on either side lead up to the Taj, and there it stands, the marble tomb with four minarets at each corner. I have often heard that the best time to visit the Taj is by moonlight because it is so white and thus reflects the light of the moon. We, nevertheless, visited it during the day. It was just as impressing! The Taj ' s design is typically Mughal and it is constructed of purest marble, inlaid with semi-precious stones and coloured glass. It was built by Shah Jahan in the sixteenth century as a tomb for his wife. The gardens, which he also designed, around the Taj are beautiful. He intended to construct another tomb for himself. The gardens outside are also fascinatingly attractive. Before entering the Taj, foreigners, or those not wanting to take off their shoes, must wear a sort of canvas bag or covering over their shoes. This is to protect the floors and, out of respect, to honour the Moslem religion. We shuf- fled through the large cool rooms. The Taj looks over a large river and the lattice worked windows let in the breeze. Many of the semi-precious stones have been picked out of the walls by thieves, so now a few guards are posted around the magnificent building. Although there is not much to see in the Taj Mahal itself, its beauty is uniquely striking. As you leave the outer gate there are hawkers all over the place clambering towards you in the vain hope of selling you a couple of pea- coack feathers, bangles, miniature Taj Mahals or other trinkets. - I can indeed say that visiting the Taj was one of the highlights of my stay in India. Catherine Smith La riviere Lumineux, vif Comme le plus exquis de sois Glissant muetment par-dessus les rochers Comme le plus desire de champagne Et.iniellement, rirant, Tombant en cascade Entre les etangs, clair, vert, en repos Comme le plus unique de cristal. Nadine Cvetanovic FOR PLEASURE Notes, bars, rhythm, and keys Put together your beautiful melody. Trumpet, flute, french horn, and bass Trumpet, flute, french horn and bass; You ' re a magnificent symphony. And both together it ' s your pleasure! Heidi. Blair Rage The world shrunk greedily around her: watching, she raged against learned to hate and became trapped inside their tiny heads. She tried to kill herself then so they cut off her hands who reached ever for the blade, - - splinters shook her raging frame. She screamed and tore the iron bonds on writhing feet with her teeth died again, and again. They wet their barbed tongues to clean her, and gave her gifts to enlighten her look how generous we are they said. They put wires on her head. Finally reduced to one black stare, the deepest eye -pit of knowle dge she crawled broken away and gave birth to another, as free as she had been: She started, cried and vainly tried to warm Her - - the world will shrink greedily around you she said -- then she looked up and blinked, the deepest blackest eye -pit of knowledge and she raged. Karen Molson I lived and worked, And smiled and cried, I grew and aged, I lived and died, And now there is no light. Candy Warren 64 The Whale The sound pierced eerily through the darkness of the While life carried on around. It was the call of an untamed one, Longing for its mate. Shrill, keening and repetitive, on and on it went. The cry was sent through Poseidon ' s wet world, To the comrade not long killed by man. " Oh, to see that big, warm shape again, With the sand-paper, grey, barnacled skin, To frolick and gambol through the white -capped v ves And then to rest - - While scratching the back on the boat ' s flat bot " Why has she gone from me? " the calls razored back and forth, While the lonely one moaned for the comrade just gone, Who was dead upon a beach. Back down to the depths of darkness he plunged, among the fish and weeds, While for a thin and starving tribe, Some meat was cut that day on a sandy and golden beach. And in some hearts came joy trifold while In others, only despair. " To be a duo once more, " cried he " In this vast and open sea " . Alison Lee ■Sly 65 " THE FISHERMEN ' S RETURN " In the depths of a dark gloomy night, While all the world is at rest, The fishermen make their way home after A day of casting nets. The crashing sounds of waves are heard, And the faint flicker of lights are seen. On the shore a part of the world is alive As a few families from the village unite. The boats draw closer, and the wives anxiously Await. Mothers cannot hold back their children; they See their fathers ' faces and go splashing through the waves. At last the families are united, And to the long awaited mothers and children The day has just ended with the Fishermen ' s Return. Anonymous 66 K o tsA e ' uji s lbco i PfiAt f K£ 7 c tcrreA tea zS Fell torttfooT 2 S6A ee. jfy cvclsd a c ck UCKS u£ £ Searcy bu o«j 7 Mb FurfMCS A C Z P bW(r Cooc 2) U) 0 TV ' S 6Art£, EVAPORATION The clouds are weeping; their tears are shed upon my pain, i hear their sorrowful cries as i sit alone in my light, i hear the sun laughing at the sun ' s plight: she is pleased at her creation. Debby Jamieson FRIENDS They laughed as they danced, They smiled as they talked. Cried without reason, Talked without thought They sat up till dawn, They walked by the sea, Could this they, Be you and me? S.J. IN SEARCH OF PARADISE If only once I could borrow the wings of an albatross, I would soar to the ends of this earth; that is, where a great rainbow just grazes the sapphire vault of heaven I would find " Paradise " ... I am certain of it! E. Camp The black, billowing mass loomed ominously over the horizon. It advanced slowly but with terrifying determination. Its body moved to shield the earth from the sun, robbing the earth of heat and hope. Its claws raked the heavens, scarring the purity of the blue sky. It clutched blindly at the ground, soaring in the heights of man ' s fear and plunging to the depths of evil. The gaping jaws opened wide to engulf the earth and to flood it with evil desires. Terrified creatures fled from beneath the seething mass, the trees swayed wildly, striking and tearing at the force that was engulfing them. Yet the evil could not be stopped. It approached with new confidence in its power - the power to destroy, the light dimmed as the mass moved across the face of the sun. The wind grew savage as it sought to escape from the inevitable. Fled from the dark, uprooting trees and destroving objects in its path. Suddenly the sun pierced through the darkness with a ray of triumph. The evil mass re- coiled from the warmth, seething with hatred as it retreated once again into the horizon Slowly it drew into itself to wait for another chance to ravage the earth. Then a voice pierced through the silence of victory: " Funny the way those rain clouds never actually come to anything. " Sue Warren DEATH Is it light, or Is it dark? Is it peace, or Is it hell? Tell me someone, I have to know. Are there pearly gates or Are there black iron gates? Are there angels guarding the door or Is it a three -headed beast? Tell me someone, I have to know. And when I knock Who will answer? Shining Gods of good and evil or No one, just the earth I was put in. Tell me someone I have to know. Elizabeth Seward ALONE Alone With the vastness of the universe, Silence all around. Blackness surrounding and Alone. While I remember how it used to be Rushing by with the millions, A part of them, but still Alone And yet, While everything is void Of life, thought and soul. And the abyss yawns wider, I think of how it might be In the future. A part of crowds again, Rushing by to meet someone Loved, or to be met by Someone loved. And will it be loving and caring for people And being loved in return Or will it be an empty blackness As is now? Will it be Alone. With the vastness of the universe. Blackness surrounding and Alone. Alison Lee A DAY AT AN ASYLUM Locked in a room enravelled in a bright, uncomfortable jacket I cannot move. stuck behind different bars, a room full of gawking people, new idiots for friends. Wild, roaring emotions, rushing doctors, a tranquil imbecile. People chewing glass, others sitting staring, a load of looneys, acting sane won ' t get you out, neither will acting crazy, I must find a way. Peace roams the air, save for the unnatural of patients, an Asylum. Walls of purity, reflect upon the white -washed faces of the victims of mind control. Fiona Gale 70 THERE SAT AN OLD LADY . . . There sat the old lady, she looked so young, yet she was so old. Her wrinkled face, With a little speck of freckles. Her life all flown by, just like her white hair all unruly, disordered. She feels disowned, She needs someone, yet I wonder who? As she sits all alone in the park, on a bench, listening to the sparrows singing. She has no one. Her life is deserted, her family is gone, what will she do next? She wonders if something wonderful will happen one day, but that dream lasted thirty years after. Her shoes were all worn and torn, her dress all full of patches, her mitts . . holes and her legs bare. Her winters were hard, her springs were finer, but her summers were the best. She sighs -- someone misplaced their sweater on the next bench. She has tears in her eyes. Winter was coming, and she would freeze. Her house was nothing, her money was worthless. Poor lady! There sat an old lady . . . Debbie Seropian GREEN EYES The wind hugged the building and tried to hold it close. It rocked it gently in soothing silence and then tried to twirl it from the grasp of the earth. It pulled and moaned in grief outside the door, scratched on the windows and tried to make us listen. Inside, the fire was beginning to die down and with an almost imperceptible gesture of his head, the old man motioned one of us to put another log on it. The old man, as we called him, was not really old, but he had lived so fully and his memories were so vivid and many that it seemed to us that he had lived forever. After every meal he sat and thought, he recalled past deeds and follies and looked forward to new ones, for al- though he was at an age when most people rest and want to die, the old man. was as active as any of us. Tonight with any luck he would recount one of his many stories, that we could add to our growing knowledge and that we could later recount to others. The old one pursed his lips, and leaned back against the creaky chair. " Have I ever told you about Green Eyes? " Our answer was the same as always, fast and respectful. He smiled when he realized how solemn we were, for although we regarded his story-telling as a ritual, to him it was merely an- other piece in an intricate puzzle. " Green Eyes had no feelings, she wandered this land, saw people, lived, breathed, ate, but she was not involved. She felt it was too painful, to live was to hurt. She successfully avoided any emotion until she began to travel. She yawned through all the marvels of the ancient world. The scenery of the skiing countries she found overdone and the oppression of the poor in the larger countries she found repetitive. All was rather boring for her until she came to one of the most controversial countries in our world today. I remem- ber the night well, I was with her as we stepped off the plane, the sun was setting and the colours were unreal; pur- ple, red and gold were mingled in the sky, and here and there a wisp of cloud would end the burst of colour in a faint curve of pure white. This land was to be loved passionately or hated. Green hated it. We travelled through the land and she absorbed the dry grasslands, the immense lakes, the towering mountains with sheer rock faces, gradual slopes and snowy peaks. Most of all she hated the desert. The golden expanses with the vivid blood-red flowers, roses of the wastelands. In every paradise there is a demon, and in hers it was racial hatred. From the depths of tribal memory a savage war drum sounded and the inhabitants took to war. Friend against friend, even father against son, as those with blue eyes fought those with green. The night that we heard the war was on we realized what danger we were in - Green Eyes was a prime target and because we were her friends so were we. Luckily the embassy had already told us what to do should war finally ex- plode. Our barrack-like quarters were only steps away from the embassy itself, we could take a plane and escape to safety. The nature of warfare being as it is, we only had a few minutes before the fight was over and one side the victor, the other annihilated. We crept out of our hotel room and into a bloodbath. Mercy was not a quality shown by these people. Our land- lord, a sweet old man lay crumpled on the floor, the agony of sudden death on his face. We shuffled along in si- lence, trying not to cough as musty dust was displaced and wafted up towards us. The street was relatively quiet, and only occasionally a scream of death split the air and shattered our nerves. We sidled out of the door oblivious to the reddish mud in the gutter, a cur yapped only a few feet to the left of us and someone had left food in an oven so the smell of burning penetrated the moist night air. I grabbed Green ' s hand and dragged her into the mud. Little by little we slithered across the refuse to a haven. What seemed like a year only took a few minutes, or so Green told me later, and my hand touched the step of the embassy. I fumbled in my poc- kets for the key and tried to fit it into the lock. The sound of marching feet made me start, the key was lost in the muck. I stood, frozen - those feet could mean death or honour. Green was feverishly sifting through the rubbish. With a cry of triumph she pushed me aside. She had the key. The door creaked open as a band of blues turned smartly around the corner. We had made it. Green seemed disinterested, she fingered an umbrella in the umbrella stand and swiftly complied as we were hurried to the waiting plane. That night the moon was full. I shall never forget it as long as I live. It was so big it seemed to have taken over the sky, and surrounded the vestiges of the fight. It was the conscience of the continent, unsullied and supreme. Like her old self, she noted and then dismissed it. About the length of the plane away a huge barbed fence kept out the last greens; they pummeled the fence screaming and then stopped and in stoic silence awaited their doom. The silence made Green stop, she had coolly inspected the refugees, the moon and then turned to face the plane. She stopped then, and turned back to look at the mob of blues, then at me and then at the waiting plane. And then for the first time in her life she laughed at the serenely silent moon and walked back to face her fate. " The old one stopped, he was moved as was obvious to us as we watched him. In deference we filed out of the lit- tle cabin and secured our collars against the driving wind and sleet to ponder in our minds the imagination of an old man. Christine Parlour SWoftT o« TAW- ? L»«6C SR 3NAU ? H£ALTHy 0 e arc ? 9 ... »S fi ' U n + Simply - £■ CAnp. - ONCE UPON A SNAKE The snake slithered across the ground. She travelled swiftly but not quickly enough, it seemed. They followed close behind. The men yelling, dogs barking and the lights bobbing up and down were frightening enough, but what was even more frightening was the fact that she had nowhere to escape to. She had hidden in the long cool grass all the days of her life. She had curled up in almost every tree around there on the hot Indian afternoons. The other animals had stayed well away from her except for the mongoose, which she had to deal with from time to time. Now her peace was utterly destroyed. It was not her fault that there had not been anything toeat for the past two months. That was the only reason that she had ventured into the small village. Everything had been going fine until she was found by a human who was obviously deadly scared of snakes. She had not know what to do, so she did what instinct told her. She sank her fangs into the human ' s arm secreting her poison, for that she was being hunted down. It was a stTange world. She raised her hood, common to all cobras, ready to strike with a strength that was truly amazing. The twilight played on her large scales. She was not going to give up, not yet anyway. That was when she saw the hole. She looked around through the tall grass and made a quick dash for safety. As she entered the hole she felt the coolness sweeping over her. She left the heat and the noise behind as she rippled past each adjoining tunnel until she curled up at the base of it, too exhausted to do anything. Very soon the sound of tramping dogs and men came sown through the tunnels. Her eyes, nose and nerves told her that she was in danger once again. She saw the stick being poked down the tunnel. It fortunatel y did not touch her. She waited, expecting something to happen but nothing did, the noise and the clamor just faded away in the distance. She awoke in time to see the sun ' s rays filtering through the hole. She slithered out and knew that it was time to leave her old stomping ground. She travelled on for a couple of days, keeping on the outskirts of the villages. She had never left her home ground and so, knew nothing of the outside world. On her journey home she lived on mice, rats and lizards including the ticks which she found on them. She might have found better fare if she had passed through the many villages that worshipped snakes but that was too risky for her. She swung herself up around the limb of the tree which served as a lookout. She felt that somehow the atmosphere was different here from what it was near the small villages. She did not know why though. She dropped to the ground cushioning her fall. She flashed through the jungle grass and suddenly came to a hedge, she stopped abruptly raising herself up in a way which looked quite impressive. She felt naked. The tall jungle grass on which she in- finitely depended was gone, instead it was cropped so short as to be barely visible to her eyes. Her protection was gone and her vulnerability became ap- parent. She sped across the cut grass and slithered up into a pipe, which to her looked like the best hiding place in this strange phenomenon of cut grass. Up the pipe she went and down the other way, reappearing in a small space, a bathroom of a house, though she did not know it. Still ready for adven- ture, however unwelcome, she glided through the door and slithered across the cool tiles of the house. She sensed that there were humans present but was still not sure. She entered another room and once again the danger of her situation struck her. She saw an opening and slithered into it. What she had crawled into was a chest of drawers. After curling up in the back of the drawer, feeling somewhat safe she became quiet, but whether she actually slept is hard to say. She could sense time, two days had gone past and it was utterly dark in the chest of drawers. Someone had shut the drawer by which she had come in. Suddenly she felt a jerk and the drawer was pulled open. She stiffened as she saw a human hand, a child ' s hand reach into the drawer. Not being wide awake, her reactions were slow and for one second the child and the snake stared at each other. The child did not scream, suprisingly, but walked away. There was however, an immediate reaction as one human then another closed in on her. Her body contracted with every nerve alert. Just then someone jerked out the drawer and she just managed to slip down into the next drawer. She was more cunning then they, whenever they pulled out a drawer she moved up or down into the next one. She heard their cries of dismay. Finally she felt the chest being lifted bodily. She managed to escape through the last drawer. She headed straight for the pipe, up she went. She came -out under the corrugated roof of the house. That was when the gun was fired. Never in her life had she heard such a noise, it was even more pronounced as it echoed under the roof. Her only thought then was for escape. She poked her head out through the roof and she heard the cries and exclamations as they spotted her. Sticks were being poked through the openings in the corrugated roof. She slithered down the pipe and over the wall of the house. It was then that she felt the heavy blow of the big stick on her back. The vibration rippled through her. If she stopped she knew she would be killed but she remembered the route by which she had entered. She went through the hedge, with the humans and their guns, for she thought they were living things, hot on her heels. She disappeared into the tall grass too quickly for her pursuers. I do not know what happened to her after that. All I know is that the men beat around in the tall grass for days after but found no sign of her anywhere. She probably escaped as she had done previously and she lived I ' m sure to a ripe old age. By Catherine Smith THE CLASSROOM The children sat staring, listening Inattentively to the continuous Monotone. The clock ticked the seconds by The children sat restlessly . . . tick tick tick Brrring With SHOUTS and joyous cries, They screeched and ran outside RECESS! Then the cries ended and they Filed back inside. Robyn Stoner h WJ My day has ended And here I stand My mind wandering Across the miles; I think of home And the love I ' ll find That day I return. Debbie Their Love The love that was there, Will be no more. He offered it in amounts untold, She refused it and turned away. Their love was gone and would come no more. As days passed by he sat alone, While she had many jokes and fun, As years grew old he went on, While she wished for days all done. Their love was gone and would come no more. Heidi Blair When Mrs. Brown awoke the next morning, she reached over to her night table to look at her calendar. Today ' s schedule started off with a dentist appointment. As she was waiting in the dentist ' s chair with the dentist looking over into her widened mouth, he made a comment saying that she had the worst looking teeth he had ever seen in all his days of dentistry. Terribly offended by what the dentist had said, she made another appointment for the next day. Mrs. Brown had made a hasty decision to get all her teeth capped and then she thought, why not have them capped with gold. So . . . When coming out of the dentist ' s building, she spotted that one of her car tires had a flat. Not taking much heed of this she simply strolled to the pay telephone at the corner of the street. Searching through her purse to find her wallet, only then, did she realize that she had spent every cent she owned for her teeth. Not even had she spared enough money to call for a taxi! MORAL: Contrary to popular belief - don ' t put your money where your mouth is! Andrea Korda 78 JUNIOR ART AND LITERATURE CONTEST THE OLD MAN Slowly he walked down the old road, The snow beating at his face, His eyes sad, and sorrowful with all the Life that was once in them dead and gone away. His heart was empty, no love did he possess. No home did he have, for he was thrown out Into the misery and cold. His face old and worn away during the years, Showing the old wise wrinkles, The old man sitting down, waiting, With no pity, for his time was about to end, He stumbled, fell, still he was, No movement, stone, cold, dead. Rosemary Clyde (First Prize) IMAGINE . . . THE STATION It seemed eerie Dark creeping round But yet there was light A light from enormous windows Sent shadows creeping, Set rays of straying sunlight. But that sunlight seemed afraid, Hiding perhaps Hiding in the darkness Enclosed in black, disguised, I sent a shiver down my spine. That dim large hall Dark but light That darkness hiding the light . . . I still remember now Those unseemly wicked, evil figures, Crouching in the dark, Huddled, humpbacked, forlorn it seemed, Wicked and forlorn; Waiting . . . Janieta Eyre (Second Prize) 80 LOCKED IN CAGES The sunlight drifted through the window, Into the dim, dull room. People swarmed in queues as they waited. One by one they entered through the gate. They were given new clothes To replace their old. Simple dresses, shirts and trousers, Were distributed throughout the crowd. The room now stank Of smoke and perspiration. The air was thick and cloudy. Coughs and sputters Echoed and re-echoed From side to side Of the dirty walls. People gazed around, Thinking how ghastly it would be To stay here for the period of time they were to. But some of them were used to it For this was not the first time, Nor maybe the last. For once again They too would become A jail bird locked in its cage. Betsy Eldon (Third Prize) Thoughts and Wonders Sometimes I wonder if my Dreams will come true. If I could be the Queen with Pearls and diamonds! Sometimes I think that I ' m The greatest one of all! But I know I ' m Wrong: Sometimes I just sit and Wonder Laura Mcintosh. Awakening from a dream, From a deep sleep. The slow swaying of the yellow petals I let free all my thoughts, To listen to a soft sleepy lullaby. And quietly lay back to sleep. Karen Wilson 82 SPRING Spring is here, the birds sing. The snow is no longer white, But gray with dirt. It feels like small donuts being crushed with Every step you take. The buds on the trees know spring is here And start to yawn and open up. The wind whispers very softly And tells you how spring comes from winter And turns into summer. You know it is telling the truth So you believe it And feel spring is really here. C. Kelly DOUBLE BEAUTY The crisp wind lifts the world, The sun comes creeping up; It reflects the beauty of the country So there is twice as much in the world. Laura Mcintosh 83 A BADGER AND A FOX Once in a small forest there was a young handsome fox. One night when his mother was telling him about other kinds of animals she mentioned a badger. " They ' re rather handsome creatures, with black and white stripes, " she mused. Bushy, the young fox, went to sleep trying to imagine a lovely female badger. He did not see why he had to mate with his own kind. In the morning his mind was made up. " I ' m going to find a badger for a mate, " he announced. His mother looked shocked. " You can ' t mate a badger! " she exclaimed. Bushy looked hurt but at the same time there was a twinkle in his eyes. He walked out of the den in a stately sort of way with his orangey -red tail held high with a slight arch. Bushy ' s mother sighed. She should stop him but when he was determined nothing could stop him. Bushy walked along towards the Sly Fox ' s den. He knew the forest inside out. He prob- ably knew where a badger ' s set was. Bushy strode in and seated himself in front of the Sly Fox. " Excuse me, Sir, but do you know where a badger ' s den would be? " he asked. The Sly Fox seemed a bit suprised but proceeded to give him instructions to the nearest badger ' s set. . " Thanks, " grinned Bushy, and went out to find it. Soon he found a hole and old grass and leaves flying out of it. Then the dirt stopped and a black quivering nose emerged. Bushy sat back on his haunches, gazing intently at the nose. Eventually two eyes and a small but plain pair of ears appeared. Deep down some- where emerged a growl. Realizing that the animal thought he meant harm, he rolled on- to his back. The growling stopped and out came the most lovely creature Bushy had ever seen. It was short and rather plump according to fox standards. It was black with a ser- ies of white stripes running down its back. " I ' m Miranda, a badger, " she said. " I ' m Bushy, a fox, " said Bushy. Miranda eyed over Bushy, her eyes stopping when they met Bushy ' s. Each knew what the other was thinking. Then Bushy ' s head turned to see a field mouse scoot by. He im- mediately gave chase and five minutes later presented Miranda with a large field mouse which he laid at her feet. She took it into her set and returned with a fresh fish and tossed it at Bushy ' s feet, uttering a pleasing sort of wheeze. Bushy gave a bark of ap- proval and thanks, and he departed. Miranda watched until he was out of sight before returning to the cleaning of her set. When at home Bushy ate up the fish and thought about Miranda. When his mother returned he told her about the meeting of Miranda. She was shocked. " You can ' t mate with Miranda. She ' s a BADGER! " said Bushy ' s mother. " And besides, what about the cubs? " she added. Bushy looked her in the eye, " What about them? " Bushy did not see what all the fuss was about. He quietly slipped away towards the rabbit fields intending to catch two rabbits. One for him, and the better one for Miranda. Soon he had caught two rabbits. A small and rather thin one for himself, and a large meaty one for Miranda. He galloped over to Miranda ' s set and barked down the hole. She, snorted back for him to come in. Bushy followed the passage and soon found Miranda. He tossed the rabbit to her feet and Miranda snorted her thanks. When the rabbits had been devoured, he felt very sleepy. Miranda led him through a series of tunnels and they ar- rived at a large, neat chamber containing a pile of soft grass. Miranda nudged Bushy and he climbed in and curled up. Then Miranda climbed in and snuggled up with Bushy and they both fell asleep. Bushy returned to his den to announce that he was moving in with Miranda. " Wait right here, " said his mother. She bounded out of the den. A few minutes later she returned with six foxes, including Sly Fox. Bushy was made to tell all about Miranda. Then there was a big argument, seven (including Bushy ' s mother) against one. Supris- ingly, however, Bushy won, and he went off with Miranda. Margaret Purdie SUNSET The bright sun, Beating down on me, As wild as a tiger, Suddenly becomes as tame as a cat. It bursts into bright colours, Pink, red, orange, yellow. All fade away into the growing darkness. Caroline Garwood MUSHROOM Small circular mouse house, Or ant apartment, With a very nice view, On the mouth of a stream Near an exciting unexplored cave And an extremely beautiful, shady, tall, flowerbed. Margaret Purdie LIFE It ' s fresh and new, a form of life A baby soft and cool, a unique thing in itself, a flower It ' s violently windy. I ' m moving, swaying, falling I feel a special sensation inside me. It ' s life. Carolyn Weppler THE STILLNESS The sun comes down The wind stirs the ground The cars go by The people laugh and shout But still on this Day of sun and heat There is a stillness And silence, no matter How much noise is made. This is a tranquility Which cannot be broken. Jenny Leslie 86 HELP ME OR YOU DIE " Did you hear me? Seven twenty at the barn? The bomb is set. Be there. " I was in a tight spot. A bomb was under my house, set to go off if I did not do what I was told. I could call the police but I was afraid to. What was I supposed to do? I was to take a sum of one hundred dollars to an old barn, two miles from the Holiday Inn. Feeling as if I was being watched all the time, I was going out of my head. My ears were buzzing with confusion. I knew when they had got their hands on the money they would kill me; but I was stupid. Instead of calling the police, I did exactly as I was told. Somehow, not knowing, I gathered up enough money to pay off the ransom. I took the money in a lunch bag to the barn and waited for someone to appear. Tremb - ling as I was, I felt like running as far away as I could. The air was hot and stagnant - my head in a turmoil. I crept round the barn, hoping not to find anyone but wishing to get it over with and to get out. After about an hour, I started to think they had not meant today. Then I remembered that I had heard a child laughing in the background and that when I had been young I had made prank calls also. Then I laughed in a sort of praying way . . . . . . Next week I had almost forgotten about this incident. Gemma Devine 87 The clouds slide in And hide the sky, Forming a white and Blue maze. Till Finally no more is There any blue. The clouds still Continue to slide on Although the blues are All gone. As it slides It thickens; as it Thickens it darkens. Till finally the Sky is just a Mass of thick Heavy, gray Clouds. Jenny Leslie As the food lay on the table and the wine stood quite nearby, The glowing embers sprang to life and burnt you in the eye. You said " Does this mean that you don ' t love me anymore? " 1 said " Oh babe, I wish I knew, " and I ran out of the door. The dumb door knob came off the door and fell onto the ground. Its bang and crash and KEEABOOM made me turn right around. ' Twas then I heard your fateful scream from inside that dim room. I got inside and saw you ' d been attacked by the dusty broom. Martha Gall BREEZE Piping through the leaves, Dainty, precious, Trying to overpower the gales that blow north, The breeze that you touch every day of your life without knowing, It ' s a mystery, Why is it a ghost? Anne Tessier A MAPLE LEAF A maple leaf, Opening to the sun ' s touch, Gradually forming its shape, Reaching out, finding nothing. Slowly dusk gropes at the daylight, Pulling it away. The maple leaf folds away, Leaving no trace of its presence. TIME Look around, Carefully now, What you see you ' ll never see again. See the leaves rustling in the wind? They ' ll never go back to the same position. See the grass you just walked over? It ' ll never go straight again. Look at the lake - Each ripple is a different ripple, And the waves are all a different body of water. Sue Steers THE STORY OF THE LOG HOUSE If there is anything I hate it is going out to the outhouse at night. You know there aren ' t any lights, and it ' s darn cold on the rump, Then a quick rush to the house. I run upstairs and snuggle up with my sisters under the patchwork quilt. There were five children in one bed and five in the other; the youngest was with my parents. The reason we were so crammed in like that is because we only had three bedrooms. In the morning we all rush and get our warm clothes on before we freeze. One of my brothers gets the milk from the barn and another broth- er gets the eggs from the chickens. The other brother gets the wood from the wood shed for the oven. Sometimes we get maple syrup from the sugar bush iust up the lane. Mother shows us girls how to bake and sew; father shows the boys how to build and care for the animals. Finally the week passes and it ' s Sunday. We all dress in our best clothes and walk to church with our shoes off; we do this so as not to wear out our shoes. Monday comes and the boys have to start school in the one room school house. Before going to school the boys help mother hitch up the carriage to go to town with oats to trade for molasses. We led a very simple life in our little log house in the country, but we did have fun in our own way. Diana Fromow A PIONEER I could hear the winds howling outside; even our dog Jack seemed to sense something was wrong; his tail hanging limply between his legs. The children hung to mother ' s skirt terrified. I gazed curiously outside, half afraid myself. Even though it was dark and my bed was comfortable I couldn ' t sleep, not that night or for many more to come. I got up and sat by the window and after a while so did mother and father. We lit a candle and I tried to take my mind off what was going on outside by gazing into its light, picturing creatures in the dancing flame. Suddenly all was quiet, so quiet it was uncanny. There I sat, hardly daring to breathe, waiting, waiting for someone, something, to break that silence. The silence broke and now I wished it hadn ' t. For many days after that it was to be the same. A gust of wind curled and blew in all directions, till dust was dancing high in the heavens and leaves had gone from the trees. I stared now, petrified at what I saw, and then I was glad I knew not what was to come. Mother tried vainly to act as if everything was all right, but the children didn ' t understand and carried on hiding and crying. Father anxiously paced the room and I knew then that this could mean a new life for us. Every day it was worse - not just a little worse either. Now we were running out of food, and dust flew under the door covering the carpet and chairs; rats infested the basement. I was the only boy in our family so I felt it was my duty to find more food and perhaps another habitation. I was to set out that night. I was firm with my parents, and at last they gave in seeing I was ut- terly determined, and this was their last chance of survival. I took the horse and a cart with some extra clothes, a rug and a small amount of food I brought myself and mother baked me a small round loaf and I set off. When I arrived back I was too late - all was lost, and my family gone. Janieta Eyre 90 Tree by tree, Fall to the ground Saws and chisels Humming with a sound. Hammers and saws From dawn till dusk Working to conquer the land Finally here it stands On a mound While the work still goes on. Year in and year out The pioneers work will never run out. After the snows He looks to the ground Slowly he bends To pick up the stones That the seasons unearthed As his pastures are finished He looks to the far side And spies a wall He has made with his stones Year in and year out . . . Eva Goldfield LIFELESS DEPARTURE Death has come To my home once again. He has taken my child ' s Soul to his chambers Where the candles Flicker to and fro, Each representing a life of its own. My child ' s candle Once also flickered But burned more rapidly Than the other lives starting out. She burned so quickly That soon all that was left Was a heap of wax - No wick left to burn. Those last moments of life Seem so precious to me. She was so soft, so small, so fragile. It didn ' t seem possible For her to be Like a snuffed -out candle Lifeless and cold. Anonymous 91 NATURE Lost in the leaves of the jungle Sweet, smelling flowers cover the pathway- Footprints of rabbits, squirrels, And many other animals. Dew drops, falling one by one on soft petals of pansies Streaks of light zoom through the forest Blazing, firing heat penetrating Into our skin. Soft luscious fruit hanging on the Strangly vine Small inf ant flowers growing to adulthood Soft, cool refreshing water bubbling With joy Relaxing on a soft lounge chair Feeling the aching muscles relax. Patricia Pezoulas SNOW Falling as though in a set course, It just tumbles down faster and faster. Then it slows, as if it ' s changing its mind. Too late, it has reached the ground. Its new job is to help thicken the white blanket. Jenny Leslie NIAGARA FALLS Crashing down like a thunderbolt, Swishing and swaying under the falls, Spraying up the excess water falling from the falls. A rainbow sprinting up from the water, Bright pinks, blues and yellows. But now it is gone; Just water. Maureen Murphy CANADA As the winds blow, the cold winds Hit my face, my cheeks freeze. As I cry, my tears stand still. The trees fall but stand still With the ice falling from the tree tops. The cars trying to go places, people Walking places. You can look up the hills and See people skiing down the slopes, Smiling, laughing. Waking up every morning, hoping To see the sun, as the snow is melting. Instead wake up to the biggest gorgeous Snowf lakes you have ever seen. I am strong, I can take the weather. No winds can blow me away. Brenda Kimmel THE DANCER Like a flower opening in the early morning, Still, graceful, soft and quiet, Such a thrill of new yet old life. Up and down, round and round, dancing without a sound; When all was over, the flower closed, The dancers died. All around the clapping rose, higher and higher, Then softly fell away. Tracey White THE DEATH OF A SPRING DEER It slowly falls to the ground. But why? It sinks even lower now, jolting his head in order to say " I want to live. I love my life " . It hits the ground; not with the expected thud, but without a sound - as though it landed on a cloud. He looks so peaceful in amongst the pine trees with needles and cones on the ground, almost forming a bed. There is a woody smell in the air, but soon it will be overpowered by the smell of a dead animal. I will leave by then. But right now the trees are whispering and tapping out a song of death. They are not rejoicing but lamenting like all the other wood forest ani- mals; all except the animal that does not belong in the forest - the hunter who will soon bring in his kill. Jenny Leslie DEER Small quivering nimble figure, Head up, ears alert, A snap of a twig, a crumpling leaf, The small quivering figure is gone. Margaret Purdie COLT IN A SNOWSTORM I ' m lost, and no one cares Alone, with swirling drifts No one knows I ' m here Just me, and all that whiteness. Gathering, grey clouds grow darker White foam falls endlessly. Each tiny beautiful bud of snow opens And sinks into the earth. Angels sweep their wings down to touch the earth; Trees guard my head from evil The love of every frosty branch reaches out Calling heralds low at my feet Gradually growing more beautiful. Gemma Devine CAPTAIN GOODMAN Poised, he was ready to go. When the rest were off before him, He realized his chance was gone. He stood up, said to realize it was all over. If he had had that one extra second He could have gone himself, He could have saved everyone, Or so he thought. Time passed He was still trying to save All the time he failed He was in a lot of battles - But he never quite got it right. A year later, he found himself in a fire A forest fire - started by the enemy. Now he thought his chance had come. He reached for his rifle And walked, looking for his fellow companions. No one No one Except the animals. He was puzzled - but for a fleeting second. A bomb dropped behind him; He was thrown to the ground, Hurt, but not badly. He ran, dropping his rifle, And it came - The animals needed to be saved! He tried to call the animals To lead them to safety. He helped the animals across the river - He pulled, himself up on the opposite bank, Wet, tired and happy - Feeling that he had had his chance. " He ' s dead " , the doctor said. " Killed instantly " And on all the lips were the words That Captain Goodman was dead - shot Because he had been on the wrong side of the river, And only the animals knew why he had been there. Carol Nesbitt Three cheers for Pooh ! " For who? " For Pooh- " Why, what did he do? " I thought you knew; He saved his friend from a wetting ! Three cheers for bear! " For where? " For bear- He couldn ' t swim, But he rescued him! " He rescued who? " Oh, listen do! I am talking of Pooh- " Oh who? " Of Pooh- " I ' m sorry I keep forgetting. " Well Pooh was a bear of enor- mous brain. " Just say that again " , Of enormous brain- " Of enormous what? " Well he ate a lot, And I don ' t know if he could swim or not, But he managed to float, On a sort of a boat, " On a sort of a what? " Well, on a sort of a pot, So now let ' s give him three hearty cheers, " So now let ' s give him three hearty whiches? " And hope he ' ll be with us for years and years; And grow in strength and wisdom and riches; Three cheers for Pooh ! " For who? " For Pooh- Three cheers for bear! " For where? " For bear- Three cheers for the wonderful Winnie the Pooh! " Just tell me, somebody, What did he do? " (Drawing by) 95 WINTER Dark, glo omy, cold icicles Hanging down from snow -top roofs , Snow, a glistening white sheet Covering our planet, People surrounded by the menacing cold, Drifting snow floating to the ground. Patricia Pezoulas Silence. Hues of inky, thick black lies around. Sprinkles of dazzling golden and sil- ver stars winking across the endless sky. Red, yellow, green planets spin and revolve, while dusty, powdered gases spindle about these revolving spheres. Faraway, a bolting jet of rock rushes by at a catastrophic rate, tumbling towards Earth. Pulsating, a flaming red, it hits the blue and green planet ' s atmosphere. With a terrific clash of a BLAM and a KIRSH, the rock explodes, and ripping fragments fill the weightless, endless galaxy. Martha Gall FALLING FREE The wind is chafing my skin, I adjust my helmet, I leap. Into the air 1 float. My hand shakes from eagerness and excitement. The parachute pops out and elevates me at a touch. Down, down I fall. The patches of green countryland amaze me. The forest is dead below and I see the cloud shadows on the quiltwork. The beauty and rareness engulfs me. I think of nothing, My mind afloat, Only able to see, not think. The trees and rocks growing, Reaching me. Joy is too thin to Dorothy Schenker Keep the soul alive, And love alone Can do it Only if you strive Jenny Leslie How I wish I Could be a seagull Soar the skies Be free. Be my own master Drift down to the sea Snatch up a fish When I wish to. Move where I want to When I want to. And land on the Edge of a high Brown cliff. Then soar off again, Later. J enny Leslie AT THE ZOO I went to the zoo the other day, To see if the hippo could come out to play. He smiled then said, " I am very sorry but you see, It ' s my head. " I understood he would If he could. Worm - Why do you go down there? Don ' t you know you ' ll drown? Worm - Why do you come out in the rain? Don ' t you know it ' s slippery? Worm - Why don ' t you listen to me? I ' m your authority! You could kill yourself! Worm - Stop! Don ' t drown! worm. Vicky Mallett Then I went over to the hyena, Whose name happened to be Rowena. She laughed, then howled, " I ' m sorry, just not today. " She let out a laugh Which meant " Go see the giraffe " , So I headed that way. The giraffe was in his big stall With his neck so thin and tall. I asked, he pondered, and then He responded, " Well, yes, I might. " He blinked from the light, " Well, yes, I think I can " , And he leaned down to lick my hand. " Yes, I can. " " Lorraine Edmonds 98 SQUIRREL Small brown squirrel, everywhere at once, without a care, only for nuts. Margaret Purdie Have you ever seen what loneliness can do to a house? The old Miller ' s house stands on top of a hill about a mile away from our farm. One day when all my work was done, I decided to go hiking up to the Miller ' s house. When I got there, it looked more shabby than the last time I had seen it. Then there was still some of the glossy white paint on the win- dow frames and on the steps. Now it was desolate and there was no longer any paint anywhere. The glass in the windows was virtually gone. The front door was creaking open and closed in the soft breeze. Part of the barn roof had fallen in. Shingles off the roof were scattered all over the lawn. I felt my heart sink because 1 had always had a cer- tain liking for the old house. I walked up to the front door. The steps had caved in and one of the big oak posts had fallen to the ground - it lay rotten through. The wind creaked through the weather beaten planks on the side of the house. I shuddered; the house I had always considered my own was dying. 1 shouted out loud " You won ' t die! " and fell to the ground crying. Tracey White The snow seals the earth in a perfect cover, Touched only by the footprints of animals or men, Forming creases and folds which Remain until the next snowfall, Whereupon, once again, all Traces of those who passed by are erased. Anon. As I stagger from door to door asking people if they would care to take me in, all of them refuse. They either think I am a thief passing as a beggar, or a nobody who wouldn ' t be of much use. My hopes are decreasing. I don ' t think I ' ll ever find someone who will take me in. Sometimes I won- der why people don ' t wait to see what I really am like. I ' m old, but I still have a mind. I can ' t work a young man ' s work, but I can do simple chores. For instance, I could fetch water, or could make sure the woodbin was always full. I enjoy telling stories of my youth, and I love children. As I walk, tossing over the matter of why nobody wanted me, I come to a long, narrow road. On either side there are fruit stands. The aroma of sweet fruit floats in the air. Cantaloup abound in the carts. Sweet oranges look luscious and mouth-watering. Fiddleheads are admiring the people. As I continue to walk I come upon a great huge yard. There are two stands supported by stilts. A crowd is approaching, and they seem puzzled. I ask a middle-aged woman, " What is going on? " She replies in a rather mixed manner, " They are going to hang my son! " When she had answered my question I realized I hadn ' t been expecting such an informative answer. The noise among the crowd quietened. Everyone stood staring at the young boy - a rope around his neck. Then, a man in a black jumper shouted, " He who finds him guilty of stealing ten loaves of bread, raise your hand. " Everyone raised his hand. The man in the black jumper turned away from the crowd and pulled the rope. The moans of the young man endured only a second. He was dead. Then among the crowd, a woman came running - crying and shouting. She hated the people who had told on her son. Desperately she ran to the body and hugged it. I slowly walked away, unnoticed. I know now I am not the only person in the world unhappy and searching for someone who will probably never come back. I look and search for a home day after day, but I guess no one will ever take me in. Meanwhile I still enjoy the kind people in markets and the long walks beside the desolate, gravel road. Anne Tessier 99 MUD! Walking through the mud with big black boots. Splish splashing, having the mud trickle down my frozen calf. As I trudged through the half trodden mud, 1 saw hundreds of tiny little insects rising to the surface of this black, oil- like substance. Little black bugs, half jumping, half walk ing, but running aimlessly, bumping one another, then running away back into the mud. Joanna Pocock GOOD NIGHT Drip, drip goes my wet hair as it reaches all the way down my back. Tap, tap go my feet as they heave them- selves up the ladder to my bed. " Phew! " , finally up. It seems like hours to get up that old ladder! Hey, there ' s Mrs. Scott! " Hi, Mrs. Scott. " Hey - Don ' t turn the lights out yet! Oh no. 1 ' m not ready yet. What will 1 do? 1 guess it ' s ' Good Night Time ' again! I hate this time of the day! Oh well . . . Annabelle Mandy HAIKU Buzzing, the whole week, Here, there, everywhere, Stop, Halt, Finished. Vanessa Thomas The beaver dam was very small, but they said it was killing all the trees. It seemed hard to believe, but the trees were dead you must admit. The beavers had their lodge further upstream, but they did their work downstream so the water would flood their lodge. 1 used to think " poor beavers, getting trapped " . But now I know why they would trap them; they flooded the land, killed the trees and made swamps out of very good crop land. Jenny Leslie 100 A DAY WITH THE QUEEN On a fairly cold day in October some Elmwood girls went tramping up to the R. C. M. P. Barracks. We stood in lit- tle crowds amid thousands. Some expressions that were heard above the rest were . . . " I ' m cold, Mrs. Chance! " or " I ' m hungry! " or " How long until she comes, Mrs. Chance? " Everyone was hopping up and down trying to get warm. Suddenly behind us the crowds roared up with excitement; the Canadian flags started waving furiously. The excitement in me just boiled over and I let out a squeal of delight as I saw the white feathered hat come along in an open car with her husband beside her. I couldn ' t have been more than three yards away from her. It was unbelievable having the Queen pass right by me waving her royal wave and smiling her special smile. It took me a couple of seconds to come out of it, but when I did everyone had the same astonished expression on. It was going to be another half hour until she came back so we all piled into the bus to keep warm. In the bus, everybody was squashed; in some seats there were five people; but at least it was warm. After an anxious wait we went back to the roped-off area and waited ten minutes until she came back. The same roar of voices started up and crowds were just as excited. She came by and a few seconds later disappeared. After Elmwood was gathered together and we tramped back in twos, exhausted and happy. What a morning! ! ! Vanessa Thomas THE QUEEN As I watched the Queen go by, She waves with a sturdy yet delicate hand, Her eyes glittered and her face was cheery. Sheila Reid THE QUEEN Flags were waving, voices were yell- ing, we were all cheering as the Queen drove up in an open car. Her cheeks were rosy like apples, her hair dark brown and her eyes a beautiful violet. She had a beautiful turquoise suit on. Her diamonds were shining like stars. To see her was the most exciting thing in my life. The Queen made my day. Caroline Martin ■I THE CARRIAGE I heard the cheers surround me. My heart was pounding hard as I tried to look around the crowds. My eyes were darting around with excitement as I tried to see what was hap- pening. I tried to block out the sounds of the crowd so I could hear the approaching horses. Four, Eight, Twelve - more glorious horses than I had imagined marched by with proud mounties sitting straight and tall. They looked so handsome with their bright red coats. A black open carriage followed. My eyes blurred as I stood wobbling, trying to hold myself up. I heard the cheering beating in the background. My eyes focussed on Prince Phillip seated in the carriage, with his medals flashing. Beside him sat the Queen with a radiant smile which made a flush of warmth rush through me. I stood there agape as they passed by to open Parliament. Although Queen Elizabeth and Prince Phillip are not in front of me now, I can still see them perfectly as they rode by in the carriage. Jennifer Sutherland 101 A Down in brown spotted mud Slurping at the roots of tr A green -yellow light; Of slime and evil thi Mixed with the blood of unhappy beings, Drunk in the hearts of the Devils. The sky is blue and happy Clouds billowing in and out, Green leaves of trees rustling; Streaked with the feummer sun. Jut I looked down;! nd I saw down All the creatures heaven had banished Great ugly toads with gree-soft eyes And sinewed toes, with wrinkled, slim But then I banished those t Banished those%nemtes-r--thosje memor le And turned to the blue sky with billowing cl The green -brown turf scattered with buttercups, I turned to my world, and 102 CALENDAR OF EVENTS 1 977- 1 978 I SEPTEMBER 15 - School opens 22 - Grade 11 Biology trip 23 - Ottawa High Schools Tennis Tournament 24 - House Tennis Doubles. Romp Day at Ashbury Disco 29 - Valley Tennis Tournament. Camp and Peppier advance to Provincials in Toronto OCTOBER 4 - Coventry Day 6 - Toronto Provincial Tennis Tournament 7 - Thanksgiving Weekend 10 - Thanksgiving Day 31 - Junior Halloween NOVEMBER i 5 - Guy Fawkes Day Dance (Elmwood) 11 - Remembrance Day Holiday 18 - Parents reception 19 - Elmwood Ashbury Soccer match DEC EMBER 7 - Exams begin 20 - End of Fall term JANUARY FEBRUARY 4 - School reopens 2 - Volleyball vs Canterbury 18 - Elmwood vs Sir Robert Borden on Reach 7 - Volleyball vs Charlebois for the Top 6 -10 - Spirit Week (10th, half day holiday) 21 - Elmwood vs Gloucester on Reach For 13 - Holiday, Mid -Term Break. Volleyball The Top. Activity Day followed by a vs Belcourt dance 18 - ST. Valentine ' s Plus Four Day Dance (Elmwood) 24 - Volleyball vs Laurentian 104 . . IF ONLY TIME COULD STAND STILL " MARCH 9 - School Ski Day at Camp Fortune 10-28 - March Break Holidays 29 - Volleyball vs Rideau 24-27 - Easter Weekend APRIL 3 - Elmwood Ashbury Gr. 8 Student Exchange. Commonwealth Conference 5 - German Contest Gr. 12 7 - Commonwealth Conference ends 21 - French Exam at Carleton, Gr. 12 21-22 - Cabaret 28-30 - Grade 12 Biology Weekend at Kelly Lake MAY 4-6 " Crucible " (Elmwood Ashbury Production) 12 - Ashbury Formal 18 - Victoria Day Holiday 24 - Junior Entertainment Night 26-27 - Elmwood Bishops tennis tournament JUNE 2 - Sports Day. 8-14 - Exams. 16 - Closing Ceremonies Elmwood Gradu- ation Dance. as t i i V GRADE EIGHT VISITS KELLY LAKE At the end of February 1978 the Grade Eights went winter camping at Kelly Lake in the Gatineau Park. Divided into two groups, each of which spent three days in the forest, they hoped to learn, with the help of an unforgettable guide Michel, all the secrets of the wilderness. They performed forest studies and snow-depth analyses, while they also went animal tracking, wolf-calling, snow-shoeing, and cross-country skiing. All in all, the week was a tremendous success! OTHER JUNIOR — SCHOOL OUTINGS October - Half the Junior School from all grades to Camp Tawingo for five days. - Remainder of girls learn about Ot- tawa and visit with the Queen. March 28 - Grades 4, 5 and 6 to the Sugar Bush. May 24 - Grade 7 ' s third annual camping trip, to Foley Mountain Conserva- tion Area, near Wesport. May - Grades 4, 5 and 6 to Kingston for a visit to Old Fort Henry and a ferry ride over to Wolfe Island. THE EXCHANGE APRIL 3-7, 1978 For one full week at the beginning of the third term, half of Ashbury ' s Grade Eights tramped over to Elmwood, while half of our Grade Eights went over to Ashbury. It was recognized from the start that the time would be spent more on socializing and becoming accustomed to working with members of the opposite sex than on strict academic studying. Yet, nevertheless, many found that they worked harder because they didn ' t want to ap- pear " dumb or lazy " . The results of the week can best be summed up by the comments of the students themselves: ELMWOOD GIRLS " It was a good experience and a change of pace. " " It was difficult to concentrate at first, but after a few days things settled down. " " The teachers were stricter. " " There was less homework. " " Gym was much more challenging. " " Boys made school more enjoyable because they added to the class, i. e. new opinions etc. " " All the boys are super nice and considerate and polite, and I no longer think being short is so horrible. " " We made a lot of new friends, and we feel much more at ease around boys now. " ASHBURY BOYS " I personally thought this idea of an exchange would be great, but it turned out to be better than great! " " The teachers were nice and they taught interesting subjects. " " The staff were considerate and understanding. " " During classes girls mind their own business about things, and if you ask them, they will almost always give you a complete answer. " " Elmwood should have a prep schedule. " " Elmwood should perhaps have a new uniform. " " The day is too long and you don ' t get enough exercise. " " ... The embarrassment of not singing in prayers ... " " The Gym is very small, but it ' s a good idea to have one room for everything, i. e. sports, bake sales, prayers etc. " " It would be of value to me to have girls around while I ' m fail- ing all my subjects - they ' re good for moral support. " " We learned not to be so shy in front of girls and in new surroundings. " " Some people made friends that will last as long as he or she is at Ashbury or Elmwood. " Feelings were mixed on the idea of amalgamation, although everyone thought the exchange was a success, and it certainly improved relations between the two schools. Perhaps, though, there is something special about an ' all girls ' school - some- thing that will be preserved for at least another few years. In late November of 1977, a revolutionary new idea was form - ing in the minds of two girls. On April 21 and 22, the curtains of the Elmwood stage opened on a sparkling stage show. The stage show was a collection of talent from Elmwood and Ashbury, fea- turing the Elmwoodettes, both choirs, humour, dance and song. Naturally, the evening was a total success and who can forget losing the strongbox key once a week! Or finding out at the last minute that the Elmwoodettes had no costumes! However, it was great fun, and the directors would like to thank all who helped. Pauline and Alix CAB A RE THBfc " " Reverend P arris Betty Parris Tituba Susanna Walcott Mrs. Ann Putnam Thomas Putnam Mercy Lewis Mary Warren John Proctor Rebecca Nurse Reverend John Hale Elizabeth Proctot Francis Nurse Ezekial Cheever Marshal Herrick Judge Hathorne CAST in order of appearance John Lund Elizabeth C amp Angelique Wilkie Christine Parlour Rowena Maclure Iain Morton Felicity Smith Karen Molson Brian Baxter Alison Hayes Keith MacDonald Elizabeth Sellers Wayne Chodikoff Ross Brown Peter Robertson Eric Gall Deputy Governor Danforth Lauchlan Munro Elmwood School and Ashbury College present THE CRUCIBLE by Arthur Miller 110 A twentieth-century play, set in the seventeenth century but with a timeless meaning, came to Elmwood during the first week in May. Arthur Miller ' s, " The Crucible " presented jointly by Elmwood and Ashbury, was a challenging dramatic project for high school and it was carried through triumphantly. Miller wrote " The Crucible " twenty-five years ago, when official intolerance and anti -communist suspicion, ex- emplified by the McCarthy investigation of political heresay, were at a peak in the United States. He chose as his sub- ject the famous witchcraft trials which took place at Salem, in newly-settled Massachusetts, in 1692. The play is a difficult one, intensely emotional and making heavy demands on the performers. That these demands were so largely satisfied by such a youthful cast, most of them appearing in a play for the first time, is a great credit to the players and to the direction they received from Nicky Davies and Michael Jansen. The cast was a large one and in a production of such generally high quality, it is not easy to select individual per- formances for special mention. However, as might be expected in a well cast play, the strongest performances were given in the principal roles. First among these is that of John Proctor, the sturdy farmer whose refusal to be stampeded by the mass hysteria abroad in Salem inevitably makes him the prime target o f official prejudice and whose destruction is the core of the play. Brian Baxter performed well in this demanding part, effectively portraying in turn ambivalent attitude to Abigail Williams, his recognition of his own spiritual frailty and his ultimate defiance of the perverse judi- cal authority that sought to have him plead guilty when he had committed no crime. The role of Abigail is also a key one. She represents the element of personal malice, as distinct from the theological- ly inspired prejudice which motivates the other unsympathetic characters in the play. She is in love with Proctor and hates his wife. She is the leader of the young women whose hysterical " crying -out " of witches precipitates the play ' s action. Abigail ' s is the most complex role in the play and to its portrayal Alix Parlour brought acting abilities that ably suggested the force of personality and strength of purpose which enables Abigail to dominate the people around her. Lauchlan Munro, as Deputy-Governor Danforth, the presiding judge at the witchcraft trials, epitomized the Puritanical fervour that dominated the life of the Massachusetts colony. Munro combined judicial dignity and religious fanatacism in a way that made him a worthy opponent for John Proctor and his wife in the play ' s last act when she gave her husband the trust and the freedom of choice which strengthened him in his final hour. Another important secondary part is that of the Reverend John Hale, the Puritan intellectual who is called to Salem to exorcize the devil. At the beginning, confident in his powers, he comes to see himself defeated by the hysteria and religious prejudice which had spread like a plague in the community. Keith MacDonald performed well in this difficult role which requires a radical change of character as the action of the play develops. John Lund, in another clerical part, that of Reverend Parris, brought conviction to the role of a weak man who is caught up in a current of events he is unable to understand and who, through his own fears and selfishness, fans the fire that is burning in Salem. The dozen remaining players, less involved in the central action, gave performances which were never less than competent and in some cases approached excellence. The sets and costumes deserve high praise. The several ' interior ' settings required by the play ' s action were affective- ly suggested with an admirable economy of effort that took account of the physical limitations of Elmwood ' s stage. The costumes and properties, all made or borrowed for this production, convincingly evoked the seventeenth century Puritan background. All in all, a school play of very high quality that re- flected most favorably on everyone associated with its production. Mr. Barry MacDonald STUDENTS ' PIANO RECITAL Thursday, May 18, 1978. JULIE ANN RICKERD To the Fair - Boris Berlin Sleep My Baby - Boris Berlin The Swing - Michael Aaron LUCY WHITE Pierrot - Boris Berlin The Cuckoo - Boris Berlin Injun Days - Boris Berlin MICHELE FRIEND Unison Melody No. 3 - Bartok Imitation Reflected - Bartok -Parallel Motion - Bartok LISA POWELL The Scissors Grinder - John Thompson The Man in the Moon - John Thompson The Cuckoo - German Folk Song MARGARET PURDIE Prayer - Violet Archer Minuet in G Minor - Bach Country Dance - S. May Kapar CAROLINE GARWOOD Minuet in C Minor - Handel Allegretto in C - Diabelli Clowns - Kabaleusky GILLIAN BENITZ Folk Song - Olive Bentley MARION JONES Gay Dance - Joan Last The Happy Farmer - Schumann MAUREEN ASSALY In Church - John Thompson Hop O ' My Thumb - John Thompson Elephants - Earl Ricker SHEILA REID Minuet - James Hook The Enchanted Fountain - Clifford Poole VANESSA THOMAS Little Prelude No. 2 - Bach Waltz - Kabaleusky DANIELLE THOMPSON Indian Dance - B. Berlin Golden Slumber - B. Berlin In the Bay - Biehl The Marching Trumpets - B. Berlin The Clock - Y. Medin VICTORIA BENITZ Etude - Gurlitt Invention - Shishov MARY WHITE Reverie - John Thompson Chorale - Beethoven Etude - Hunter Invention - Barbara Pentland Country Dance - May Kapar LISA SAWATSKY The Fishermen ' s Song - Dunhill Sleepy Owls - N. Lubarsky TOVE GHENT A Sad Song - Karl Czerny A Soldier ' s March - Schumann Choral - Schumann ELIZABETH SELLERS Sonata in D Minor - Comarosa Etude Op. 88 No. 6 - Berens CAROL NESBITT Etude Op. 150 No. 19 - Biehl Fantasia in G Minor - Teleman KATHY SUH Invention F Major - Bach The Horseman - Schumann JILL REID Variations - Anne Eggleston AMANDA LOVATT Cradle Song - Gliere Invention No. 8 - Bach ALISON LEE Solfeggietto - C.P.E. Bach Prelude - Ravel Poetic Tone Picture - Grieg Three in Blue (No. 1) - Ann Southam 112 JUNIOR ENTERTAINMENT NIGHT JUNE 8, 1978 Starring : Carol Nesbitt, Betsy Eldon, Andrea Cardinal, Kathy Dick, Lisa Mierins, Jenny Leslie, Tory Benitz, Vinca Willis, Patricia Pezoulas, Eva Goldfield, Sylvie Joly, Paula Gilbert, Anne Rogers, Chris Eggarhos, Carolyn Weppler, Jasmine and Janique Lachance, Mar- garet Purdie, Nicola Maule, Marion Jones, Leilani, Juliana and Darya Farha, Cindy Rhodes, Karleen Lovell, Jan and Lisa Hopkyns, Annabelle Mandy, Susan Wurtele, Martha Gall, Elizabeth Sellers, Dorothy Schenker, Lynda Nadolny, Mindi Schoeller, LisaSawat- zky, Alison Lee, Elizabeth Camp, Lucy White, Vicky Mallet, Michele Friend, Maureen Murphy, Caroline Garwood, Katherine Young, Belle Huniu, Chris Kelly, Tracey White, Linda Booker, Elizabeth Gatti, Vanessa Thomas, Jill Baker, Karen Wilson, Jane Lawson, Lisa Kelly, Chris McCartney, Gill Benitz, Andrea Arron, Sheila Reid, Brenda Kimmel. With Special Help From: Mrs. A. Friend, Mrs. P. Seward, Mrs. K. O ' Brien, Mrs. C. Schmidt, Mrs. R. Heacock, Mrs. M. Adams, Mrs. R. Benitz, Jan, Mrs. M. White, Mrs. F. Saint Macary, Mrs. F. Peat, Mrs. N. Davies. Productions Incuded: The Merchant of Venice, Hamlet, The Royal Egg, a Gymnastics display, Mime sequences, French skits, a Jazz Group, Songs by the Junior Choir, Poetry Readings, French songs and A Midsummer Night ' s Dream. BIOLOGY 5A WEEKEND " Suntan lotion, bathing suits, mosquito repellent ... " It was a great week- end, but it was also the cold- est on record, and even the bravest of us didn ' t manage a toe in Kelly Lake. We learned about forest succes- sion, beaver dams, and bird watching, but we ' ll remem- ber many other things too . . . . . spaghetti sauce without tomato paste . . . Pauline ' s beaver pie . . . sandwiches, and more sandwiches, and more . . . Liz ' s safari jacket . . . racoon fights along the cabin porch . . . pigs in the bush, " Yes, what was that weird noise Heather? " . . . alarm clocks at 3:00 AM . . . sleeping in? . . . Bruce (what more need we say?) . . . and his recorder . . . Gas- ton de Bois . . . Sarah, the first to bed? Impossible . . . but now we know why . . . dishpan hands . . . Michel . . . Nadine did WHAT with Kim? . . . boogie men in the outhouses . . , falling off the beaver pond - who could be so uncoordinated? . . . saluting Mr. Aldous . . . stealing Liz ' s sleeping bag . . . munchies ... a ' foot ' on Lynne ' s bed, or so she thought . . , washing in ' ice ' water . . . asphyxiating ourselves with the wood stoves . . . but not quite . . LEFT: Senior Sports Captain Sarah Murray and Gym Instructor Miss Miskelly. SPORTS ' CAPTAINS TOP LEFT: Senior: Liz Camp, Fry; Sarah Murray, Julie La Traverse, Keller; Lynne Houwing, Nightingale. BOTTOM LEFT: Junior: Elizabeth Sel- lers, Nightingale; Betsy Eldon, Keller; Andrea Cardinal, Fry. ear Elmwood, For endless hours of coaching, organization and patience, kelly, Miss Gwilym, Miss Gibson and Mrs. Knap, we have appreciated your help very much. Also thank you Jan for your dependability and hours of work spent on the rink, tennis courts, fields and gym. Under the coaching of Miss Gibson and Mrs. Knap we have had a very successful and enjoyable tennis year. Last Fall Ashbury hosted a fun -filled muddy soccer game. The Juniors booted eir way to a 2-2 tie and Elmwood Seniors almost won. After Christmas, under the skilled direction of Miss Gwilym, the volleyball 1 team played well . But for all their efforts they were not among the top teams of Keller, Fry and Nightingale, with a considerable amount of roughness, com- peted for the Basketball, Floor Hockey, Soccer and Volleyball inter house titles. In some events the teachers were game enough to compete also! In the spring Miss Miskelly ' s ' track and field 1 , team showed their excellent style in the Ottawa |nee1%. » «V This year, a new addition to our uniform were the Elmwood Tracksuits. I think veryone is pleased with them. Thanks to Julie, Liz, and Lynne as Senior Sports Captains and Andrea, Betsy, and Liz as Junior Sports Captains. Good luck to next year ' s Sports Captain. It ' s been real! Sarah Murray Paula Gilbert to the rescue! Lucy Adams demonstrates her skills! JUNIOR SOCCER STANDING, From Left to Right: Martha Gall, Jennifer Leslie, Betsy Eldon, Mary White, Susan Wurtele, Lucy Adams, Vinca Willis, Rosemary Clyde, Liz Sellers, Kathryn Dick, Diana Fromow, Sheila Reid, Miss Miskelly, Paula Gilbert, Tory Benitz, Andrea Cardinal. What a save! Top Left: Felicity Smith, Sarah Murray, Debbie Lee, Andrea Korda, Nadine Cvetanovich, Claudia Fuerst, Alison Lee. Middle Left: Amanda Lovatt, Merran B laker, Sue Bell, Miss Miskelly, Kate Davey, SarahMartin, Sandra Ulch. Front Left: Gill Slader, Kathy Suh, Carina Van Heyst, Liz Camp, Mary Wilson, Captain; Fiona Gale, Liz McDoug- all, Lynn Parker. The winning goal! Liz doesn ' t have to worry. She knows that she can depend on " TIDE " ! 119 VOLLEYBALL TEAM Top Left: Claudia Fuerst, Jenni Johnston, Rosemary Nesbitt, Sue Bell, Sarah Murray, Liz Camp. Middle Left: Sarah Martin, Liz McDougall. Bottom Left: Mary Wilson, Miss Gwilym, Coach; Sandra Ulch. TRACK AND FIELD The following were mem- bers of the Track Team: Fiona Gale, Claudia Fuerst, Robyn Stoner, Kathy Suh, Amanda Lovatt, Chris Par- lour, Christine Humphreys, Liz McDougall, Sandy Zag- erman, Kim Aston, Patricia Montero. Kim Aston at the Long Jump. The Senior Team from Top to Bottom: Carla Peppier, Rosemary Nesbitt, Elizabeth Camp, Susannah Power, Elizabeth McDougall, Feli- city Smith. Absent: Julie LaTraverse. The Junior Team: Mary White, Elizabeth Sellers, Lucy Adams. TENNIS In October of 1977, Carla Peppier and Liz Camp were the runners up in the finals of the ladies ' doubles city tourna- ment. They then went on to play in the Provincial Tourna- ment in Toronto where they lost in the second round to a Windsor team. During May of this year, the Bishop ' s team came up to play Elmwood in a series of tournaments, which were to last a good part of the weekend. Liz McDougall and Mary Wilson as well as Felicity Smith and Mary White, won their doubles ' matches. In the mixed doubles the Elmwood girls teamed up with Bishop ' s boys and showed their best, when they defeated the Ashbury Bishop ' s teams, the score 5 matches to 1, losing the one by default! The Inter -House Senior tennis singles was won by Liz Mc- Dougall and the senior doubles ' cup by Rosemary Nesbitt and Liz McDougall. The Intermediate singles was won by Eliza- beth Sellers and the Junior tennis singles was won by Lucy White. Special thanks to Mrs. Knap who was responsible for such a successful tennis season. Bishops and Elmwood pose for the camera. 121 INTRAMURALS ' AW M3ULTS: SPORf %L fry fRV- KELLfcft Tntw r f FRY SPORTS ' DAY SPECIAL THANKS TO MISS MISKELLY FOR SUCH A FUN-FILLED DAY CLOSING: JUNE 16, 1978 HEADMISTRESS ' ADDRESS Your Excellencies, parents and friends, staff and students ... I would like to start with a word of appreciation to you, Mrs. Sellers, and the Board of. Governors. Elmwood is fortunate at this time in being guided by a group of peo- ple with many talents and much valuable experience they are willing to put at the service of the school. The word dedicated was once a good one, but it has become somewhat shopworn and I will not use it of Board, or teachers or Prefects. 1 would rather say simply that the men and women who make up the Board of Governors of Elmwood have given much in hard work and enthusiasm. These are not easy times . . . indeed what times are? We might quote Dickens in the opening to the " Tale of Two Cities " It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, It was the season of hope, it was the season of despair . . . words which suceeding generations have found applicable to their own era " We have to steer a small, but I believe sturdy vessel, Elmwood, through a welter of sometimes conflicting winds of change and not to lose sight of our aim - the continuing existence and viability of a school that fullfills its purpose . . . the education of girls for a widen- ing variety of careers and for a full and busy life. It is no longer enough to sing, as we did at my school and in my school days of . . . " Mothers of men scattered wide through the land of earth " because women face a more complicated future and more varied demands. We have to keep pace, and this sometimes means change, but not thoughtless change. In making changes we sometimes tread on a few toes, disappoint some people, but one hopes that the final result will light bonfires, and ring bells. To the teachers, thank you . . . but no thanks of mine can equal the satisfaction that comes from a job well done. Thank you for the extra work that went into the dramatic productions, the music, the outings. Thank you for being ready to play with, as well as work with, the students. They will remember those lighter moments when they have forgotten perhaps your more formal teaching. To the office staff . . . again a thank you . . . for patience and skill and care. All would indeed be chaos without you. Now for the changes . . . next year we will be once again opening our doors to Grade Three, and also next year we will be opening these same doors to BOYS in Grades Three and Four. This is not entirely new . . . from time to time I meet six foot males who introduce themselves as ' Old Girls ' of Elmwood; but we have not had boys for some time. Next year will see a change of uniform in the Senior School. Grade Nine, new girls, and anyone else in the Senior School who wishes will be wearing what we feel is a very attractive green plaid kilt with white blouse. The most exciting change to me is our full membership of the International Baccalaureate Organization. That is not just a challenge, though challenge it is, not just a passport to universities throughout the world, though that in- deed it is. It does not only set a high standard for the academic pupil, although that is its aim . . . but it is also a step in the direction of an international community and for this the organization was first instituted, at international schools such as Atlantic College and the United Nations School in New York. It can play a part in making our young people citizens of the world. We have already participated with good success. Now we will participate fully. I will be very ready to discuss this programme with any of you. We have had a year that has brought the usual challenges, successes and failures, some areas of disagreement and some of consensus. It has demanded a great deal of all of us and I hope we are the better for it. Students grow and mature, we expect and hope that for them, but so also surely do we, the adults, even the oldest of us. At Carleton a week or so ago, at a meeting of the Associates, it was pointed out that although full-time student enrolment may be decreasing, there might well be more demand than ever for " continuing education " . I hope so, and I would like to think that besides preparing students for careers, we are fostering in them a love of learning for its own sake, so that throughout their lives they are anxious to learn more, in all sorts of fields and disciplines. As one grows older few things are more exciting in life than to hear of grandmothers who graduate after they have be come grandmothers, or remarkable athletic performances, and skills learned, by people who would once have been considered well past the prime of life. A teacher is very lucky because she is always surrounded by young people. Every class is composed of different in dividuals and has a different collective entity and lessons can never be exactly repeated. Some of us are doubly lucky to have young people at home too, as have you, the parents, young people who continually challenge us to do more than we thought we could. Wordsworth said . . . " Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive and to be young was very heaven. " but another poet said " Come my friends, ' Tis not too late to seek a newer world. My purpose holds To sail beyond the sunsent, and the baths ' ■■ Of all the western stars, until I die. ! ' and more recently a more modern poet, to his father approaching life ' s end . . . " Do not go gently into that good night, Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. " Therefore I say again, you can go on learning for the rest of your life, and I wish you again, a full and BUSY lif 124 VALEDICTORY ADDRESS Your Excellency and Madame Leger, Mrs. Sellers, Mrs. Whit- will, honoured guests, staff, students and friends of Elmwood: Today, I have the honour of representing the graduating class of Elmwood 1978. We are a group of girls from different back- grounds and varying temperaments, and due to the determined efforts of Mrs. Whitwill and her staff, we are now in the position to say ' Good-bye ' . Our personalities are as different as our faces, yet the school, as well as giving us our formal education, has given us years of friendships, fun and some frustrations. Our teachers may have been a bit frustrated at times too! Apart from an understanding of our chosen subjects, I think Elmwood hopes we leave with a way of thinking that is as impor- tant to us as our academic standings - that life is a mixture of good and bad, give and take, victory and defeat. We learn that each situation in our lives must be properly judged. At times we must, of course, look the storm in the eye until it ceases; other times we have to sway with the wind, bend with it, and continue to smile while it rains. This means, in part, that we must be aware of our own abilities and of those of others. We must rea- lize that other students are as ambitious as we are, that their in- telligence is as good or better than ours and that hard work is part of the secret to success. Along with what we have learned, a few other thoughts can be added to increase the quality of life. As the old saying goes, ' Happenings often come in threes ' , and Elmwood, I am sure, would like us to remember some rules of three. I would like to give them to you now: Fhree things to govern: Temper, tongue and conduct. Three things to cultivate: Courage, affection and gentleness. Three things to commend: Thrift, industry and promptness. Three things to despise: Cruelty, arrogance and ingratitude. Three things to admire: Dignity, intellectual power and gracefulness. Three things to wish for: Health, contentment and friends. Three things to give: Comfort to the sad, appreciation to the worthy and alms to the needy. In- summary, I would like to extend a very sincere thank you to one and all of Elmwood, especially Mrs. Whitwill, my own class i and fellow prefects, for a very successful year. The grad- uating class knows we have your good wishes for our future en- de ' avours and we say ' Au revoir ' to you and our teachers witl gratitude and respect. Cliches often say it best; therefore I end with one. If we don ' t realize it now, we will later: ' Parting is such sweet sorrow. ' Thank you. Closing this year took on a new image. It was held at 7:30 PM in Queen Juliana Hall of Rockcliffe Park Public School, and the gym was literally over- flowing with people. Their Excellencies the Governor -General and Madame Leger were in attendance to present two special awards. Only the Grade Thirteens were in white dresses on this occasion; the rest of the school wore their tunics and short-sleeved white blouses. The Junior Choir sang " Let There Be Peace On Earth " ' , an honour which was the rightful reward to a year of much hard work and dedication. After Closing a reception was held at Elmwood which was followed by an Old Girls ' Dance organized by the Mothers ' Guild. The grounds were beautifully decorated with lights, torches and a marquee. It was the end to a year which saw a great many changes and a great many achievements. 125 r . ,ii — — 1 — IWL. PRIZE LIST, JUNE 1978 FORM PRIZES AWARDED FOR THE HIGHEST AVERAGE OF THE YEAR Grade 5 ... Margaret Purdie Grade 6 ... Jennifer Chorlton Grade 7-0 . . . Kathryn Dick Grade 7-S . . . Tracey White Grade 8-C . . . Mary White Grade 8-M . . . Elizabeth Gatti PROFICIENCY STANDING: 80% and over, up to and including Grade 10 75% and over in Grades 11, 12 and 13 Grade 5 ... Annabelle Mandy Grade 6 ... Caroline Garwood, Karen Looye, Lisa Powell, Katherine Young Grade 7 ... Paula Gilbert, Marion Jones, Lisa Kelly, Juliana Farha, Christine McCartney, Vanessa Thorns Grade 8 ... Jillian Baker, Andrea Cardinal, Darya Farha, Vicky Mallett, Carol Nesbitt, Jennifer Sutherlar Grade 9 ... Tove Ghent, Alex Power, Alison Robey, Kathryn Suh Grade 10 ... Susan Isaac, Andrea Korda, Amanda Lovatt, Christine Parlour, Elizabeth Seward, Sue Warren Grade 11 ... Michelle Hall, Christine Humphreys, Heather Kelly, Julie La Traverse, Candy Warren, Sandra Zagerman Grade 12 ... Elizabeth C amp, Nadine Cvetanovic, Lynne Houwing, Sarah Murray, Felicity Smith, Sandra Ulch Grade 13 ... Pauline Blair, Alison Hayes, Rowena MacLure, Karen Molson, A lix Parlour, Carla Peppier, Angelique Willkie JUNIOR SCHOOL GRADE 8 MATHEMATICS Carol Nesbitt JUNIOR SCHOOL CREATIVE WRITING Martha Gall FRENCH IMMERSION HISTORY Susan Wurtele JUNIOR FRENCH PRIZE Elizabeth Sellers Jennifer Sutherland JUNIOR PRIZE FOR PROGRESS Michiko Nakayama JUNIOR ART Elizabeth Sellers JUNIOR CHOIR Elizabeth Sellers (awarded for outstanding dedication) SENIOR CHOIR 5 . .J$ s . Alison Lee TYPING AND BUSINESS ACCOUNTING 1A .jBL Kathy Suh TYPING AND BUSINESS ACOUNTING 2A 3A Christine Assad THE ELIZABETH TANCZYK SCIENCE PRIZE . . . ■ im a K{ . . . I . . . Jillian Baker (for interest) INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH Candy Warren INTERMEDIATE MATHEMATICS , Kathy Suh INTERMEDIATE SCIENCE . 1 % Andrea Korda INTERMEDIATE FRENCH Elizabeth Seward GRADE 10 HISTORY AND ENGLISH Christine Parlour INTERMEDIATE ART Alison Robey EDWARD ' S PRIZE FOR SUSTAINED EFFORT Elizabeth Watson ROTHWELL GRADE 9 ENGLISH PRIZE Alison Robey LA IDLER CUP Awarded to the girl who, not neccessarily the highest in the form in studies or sports, has made her mark on the Junior School by her good character and dependability. It is given to a girl who can be relied upon at any time, and is always helpful and thoughtful of others. Awarded to . . . Jennifer Leslie ( Honourable Mention . . . Anne Tessier) 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 Elmwood, who shows lead- ership and good standing in her class, keenness in sports, and friendliness and helpfulness to others in the school. Awarded to . . . Mary White SOUTHAM INTERMEDIATE TENNIS DOUBLES . . -- " ' MK0F Kathy Suh Lucy Adams WILSON GORDON TENNIS DOUBLES Elizabeth McDougall Rosemary Nesbitt GREEN FORM DRILL CUP . . . 8M greatest improvement physical fitness . . . Brenda Kimmel SENIOR INTER-HOUSE VOLLEYBALL . . . . 1UNIOR SCHOOL INTER-HOUSE BASKETBALL JUNIOR INTER-HOUSE SOCCER JUNIOR INTER-HOUSE VOLLEYBALL . . . . INTER-HOUSE SPORTS CUP WILSON SENIOR SPORTS CUP DUNLOP INTERMEDIATE SPORTS CUP . . . FAUQUIER TUNIC R SPORTS CUP . . C ROWDY -WEIR BANTAM SPORTS CUP NARD SPORTSMANSHIP CUP . . PHYSICAL EDUCATION GOLD MEDAL [OR TENNIS SINGLES . . . INTERMEDIATE TENNIS SINGLES WHITE JUNIOR TENNIS SINGLES HOUSE HEAD AWARDS Fry Keller Fry Fry Keller Fry Sarah Martin Claudia Fuerst Diana Fromow P aula Gilbert Leilani Farha Kathy Suh Lynne Houwing Elizabeth McDougall lizabeth Sellers ucy Adams Heather MacPhee Rosemary Nesbitt Alix Parlour Sandra Ulch Jim Davis (Ashbury) Lynne Houwing Michelle Hall David Welch (Ashbury) Felicity Smith Sandra Zagerman Rowena MacLure Rowena MacLure Carla Peppier Felicity Smith Karen Molson Karen Molson Graeme Clark (Ashbury) Alix Parlour Alison Hayes Keller Nightingale JUNIOR MATRICULATION FRENCH JUNIOR MARTRICULATION SPANISH JUNIOR MATRICULATION MATHEMATICS .... FIRESTONE JUNIOR MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE . ENGLISH JUNIOR MATRICULATION ENRICHED. . . COYNE GRADE 12 PRIZE FOR ARTS SENIOR MATRICULATION SPANISH SENIOR MATRICULATION FRENCH Iff SENIOR MATRICULATION MATHEMATICS . . K M SENIOR MATRICULATION PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY SENIOR MATRICULATION BIOLOGY . SENIOR MATRICULATION ARTS . . SENIOR MATRICULATION HISTORY SENIOR MATRICULATION ENGLISH ENRICHED . SENIOR MATRICULATION ENGLISH AND DRAMA . " 7 McKEE FINE ARTS CUP OLD GIRLS ' HOUSE MOTTO PRIZE (Three Girls Eligible) Fry: " Friendship to All " Keller: " Fair Play " Nightingale: " Not for Ourselves Alone " WINNER: SARAH MURRAY GRAHAM FORM TROPHY HOUSE TROPHY ALL-ROUND CONTRIBUTION TO SCHOOL LIFE EWTNG CUP FOR CHARACTER HEADMISTRESS ' PRIZE . . . (for special contribution) THE PHILPOT TOKEN Awarded to the girl who best maintains the spirits and ideals which, as well as high standar merit in games, and charm of manner, may set her mark upon the school in the spirit of s play. Awarded to . . . Karen Molson [SUMMA SUMMARUM : Award to the Senior Girl who has tried most faithfully to live up to the ideals and best traditions of the School and who possesses the qualities of integrity, trustworthiness, the spirit of comradeship and the capacity to achieve. The winner ' s name to be added to the illustrious list on the plaque in the hall. Awarded to . . . Jennifer Johnston LIEUTENANT GOVERNOR ' S MEDAL FOR HIGHEST PROFICIENCY IN GRADE 12 Awarded to . . . Felicity Smith GOVERNOR GENERAL ' S BRONZE MEDAL FOR HIGHEST PROFICIENCY IN GRADE 13 Awarded to . . . Alix Parlour Angelique Willkie Nadine Cvetanovic Sarah Murray Grade 7-0 Fry Elizabeth Camp Lynne Houwing Pauline Blair ds of scholarship, achieve- ervice, freedom and fair mmm ASHBURY FORMAL, 1978 From Left to Right: A friend, Ann Beaudry, Heather McPhee, Arnie Mierins, Johanne Marois, Michel Langlois. ELMWOOD CLOSING Alix Parlour receives the Governor -General ' s Bronze Medal (awarded for highest academic average in Grade 13) from his Ex- cellency, The Governor -General. 475 ELGIN STREET AT THE QUEENSWAY OTTAWA, ONTARIO A DIVISION OF PERSONNEL POOL THE FACE PLACE COSMETICS LTD. 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LIMITED 835 Carling Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario VOLVO, MERCEDES, MAZDA CONGRATULATIONS TO THE GRADUATING STUDENTS BEST OF LUCK IN THE FUTURE DOW MOTORS LIMITED 845 Carling Avenue, Ottawa, Ontario HONDA OFFICIAL SCHOOL OUTFITTERS A Division of Howarth ' s or cahada limited (yontreal) Elrawood mm Also •Haberdashers I •Custom Tailors • Made-to- Measure Clothing •Custom Shirts I Tel:. 232 -0724 89 O ' CONNOR at Slater Customer Parking at all convenient lot . PATRONS 1978 mr. mrs. d.h. cheney dr. mrs. c.g. rogers mr. mrs. t.v. murray mr. mrs. t.j. jaeger mrs. patricia davey mr. mrs. m.c. white mrs. mary murphy mr. mrs. a. mierins mr. mrs. r.b. McCartney mr. mrs. g. seropian mr. mrs. h.p. korda mr. r.m. nesbitt mrs. h. friend mrs. s.y. isaac mr. mrs. r.w. chorlton mr. mrs. r. bosada dr. mrs. j.k. swift MR. MRS. R. DR. MRS. C.J. MAULE DR. MRS. F.J. SELLERS MR. MRS. W.N. PEPPLER MR. MRS. A.C. PIGOTT MRS. G.G. ALDOUS MR. MRS. M. KIMMEL MRS. N.R. DA VIES MR. MRS. A.R.LEE. MRS. JOAN M.WHITWILL ANONYMOUS MR. J.F. HOUWING MR. MRS. H. ZAGERMAN MRS. L.C. ASSALY MR. ESTEBAN TAKACS DR. MRS. K.C. MACLURE MRS. CLAIRE PARKER DR. MRS. W.D.R. ELDON . RICKERD ELM WOOD SCHOOL DIRECTORY 1977-78 NAME GR. ADDRESSES TEL. Adams, Lucy 7 395 Island Pk. Dr. , K1Y 0B1 722-4404 Anderson, Susan Andrew, Roshene 12 320 Mariposa Ave. , KIM 0T3 749-8542 6 450 Daly Ave. , 31 KIN 6H4 234-0893 Arron, Andrea 7 1337 Meadowlands Dr. , East K2E 7B3 225-2956 Assad, Christine 10 400 Notre Dame, Gatineau 663-7454 Assaly, Maureen 7 290 Faircrest Rd. , K1H 5E3 733-9640 Aston, Kimberly 12 2368 Rembrandt Rd. , K2B 7P5 722-3512 Baker, Jullian 8 605 Duff Cres. , Ott. 746-0811 Baril, Charlotte 13 30-4e Ave. ouest, La Sarre, Que. 764-3211 Bell, Susan 9 26 Wick Cres. , K1J 7H2 741-5093 Benitz, Gillian 7 420 Wood Ave. , KIM 1J9 741-8100 Benitz, Victoria 8 " " Blair, Heidi 10 189 Glebe Ave. , K1S 2C6 234-5537 Blair, Pauline 13 ii ii n " " Blaker, Merran 9 157MacKaySt. , KIM 2B5 515 St. Laurent Blvd. , Apt. 339, K1K 3X5 30Qualicum St. , K2H 7H1 Weatherly Farm, R. R. 1 Dunrobin, K0A 1T0 Government House, Rideau Cottage, Ott. 741-1620 Booker, Linda 7 741-6018 Bosada, Stephanie Burke-Robertson, J. 8 828-5322 13 832-1362 Butler, Clare 10 749-8572 Camp, Elizabeth 12 22 Lennon Dr. , K1G 3N3 737-5316 Cardinal, Andrea 8 96 Glebe Ave. , K1S 2C3 233-4787 Cheney, Jennifer 8 588 Duff Cres. , Ott. 746-7306 Chorlton, Jennifer 6 41 Lyttleton Gardens, K1L 5A4 2138 Dutton Cres. , K1J 6K4 746-3553 Clyde, Rosemary 8 749-2387 Cvetanovic, Nadine 12 18 Wick Cres. , K1J 7H2 749-0521 Davey, Katherine 10 5 Monkland Ave. , K1S 1Y7 235-8854 Devine, Gemma 7 238 Greensway Ave. , Vanier 741-7680 Dick, Kathryn 7 Box 2889, Postal Station D, Ott. KIP 5W9 658-2130 Edmonds, Lorraine 6 210 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0L7 746-3525 Eggarhos, Christine 7 10 Parkglen Dr. , K2G 3G9 11 ii n 225-6071 Eggarhos, Ruby 6 ii ii Eldon, Betsy 8 281 Watson Ave. , Oakville, Ont. 844-2719 Eyre, Janieta 8 3 Crescent Rd. , KIM 0N1 746-0782 Farha, Darya 8 2419 Rosewood Ave. , K2B 7L3 820-7809 Farha, Juliana 7 ii n ii ii ii Farha, Leilani S " " " " " Fraser, Kathryn 11 32 Dufferin Rd. , KIM 2A8 746-7902 Friend, Michele 6 103 Gilmour St. , K2P 0N5 232-5698 Fromow, Diana 8 15 West River Dr. , Manotick 692-3011 Fuerst, Claudia 9 25 Wren Rd. , K1J 7H5 746-2040 Gale, Fiona 9 179 Stewart St. , KIN 6J8 233-3737 Gall, Martha 8 280 Park Rd. , KIM 0E1 745-1917 Garcia, Veronica 12 60 Queen St. , Floor 14 KIP 5Y7 238-1616 Garwood, Caroline 6 420 Lochaber Ave. , K2A 0A6 729-2852 Gatti, Elizabeth 8 30 First Ave. , K1S 2G2 238-4961 Ghent, Tove 9 80 Rideau Terr. , KIM 2C6 745-1100 Gilbert, Paula 7 1330 Henry Farm Dr. , K2C 2E4 225-0079 Goldfield, Eva 8 508 Braydon Ave. , K1G 0W8 733-1309 Hall, Michelle 11 470 Buena Vista, KIM 0W3 746-5106 Hammarstrom, Filippa 6 155 Rideau Terr. , KIM 0Z4 749-7775 Hayes, Alison 13 1821 Walkley Rd. , Apt. 19, K1H 6X9 731-7663 Healy, Denise 6 450 Daly Ave. , KIN 6H5 558 MacLaren St. , KIR 5K7 233-0827 Hopkyns, Jennifer 3 238-7183 Hopkyns, Lisa 5 u n ii ii ii Houwing, Lynne 12 191 Aylmer Rd. , Aylmer, Que. 777-4065 Houwing, Pam 11 n ii ii ii n Humphreys, Chris 11 138 Keefer St. , KIM 1T8 741-3224 Huniu, Belle 7 40 Charkay St. , K2E 5N4 224-0687 Ingram, Janet 7 2 Trimble Cres. , K2H 7M8 41 Downsview Cres. , K2G 0A4 828-1459 Isaac, Susan 10 224-6814 Jaeger, Shannon 9 20 Westpark, Blackburn Hamlet, Ott. 824-3775 Jamieson, Deborah 12 90 Ruskin St. , K1Y 4B1 Maplewood Farm, R.R. 3, Richmond, K0A 2Z0 232-3655 Johnston, Jenni 13 838-2857 Joly, Sylvie 8 Old Chelsea Rd. , Chelsea, Que. 827-0127 Jones, Marion 7 1910 Haig Dr. , K1G 2K1 733-2705 Kanellakos, Eugenia 11 1214 Nottinghill Ave. , K1V 6T7 733-1513 Kanellakos, Olga 9 n ti ii n ii Kelly, Christine 7 25 Wilton Cres. , K1S 2T4 233-0975 Kelly, Heather 11 n ii it n it Kelly, Lisa 7 Rideau Valley Dr. , R.R. 3 Manotick, K0A 2N0 692-4664 Kimmel, Brenda 8 1469 Edgecliffe Ave. , K1Z 8G2 722-9182 Konigsmann, Ann 10 6 Bell St. , P.O. Box 68, Matagami, Que. 739-2318 Korda, Andrea 10 169 Withrow Ave. , K2G 2J6 225-5647 Lachance, Janique 7 111 Putman Ave. , KIM 1Z5 749-1306 Lachance, Jasmine 7 La Traverse, Julie 11 190 Buena Vista Rd. , KIM 0V5 745-3337 Lawson, Jane 7 1053 Chelsea Dr. , K1K 0M7 746-6907 Lee, Alison 10 665 Bathgate Dr., Apt. 1204, K1K 3Y4 749-7538 Lee, Deborah 12 P.O. Box 8132 R. R. 4 Leitrim, K1G 3H6 521-4604 Leslie, Jennifer 8 20 Lakeview Ave. , KIM 0T1 746-4977 Looye, Karen 6 88 Delong Dr. , K1J 7E1 746-7391 Lovatt, Amanda 10 78 Aero Dr. , K2H 5E4 828-8867 Lovell, Karleen S 213 Des Fondateur, Aylmer, Que. 453 Briar Ave. , K1H 5H5 684-1860 Mallett, Victoria 8 737-4383 NAME GR. ADDRESSES TEL. Mandy, Annabel S St. 508, 665 Bathgate Dr. , K1K 3Y4 14 Weatherwood Cres. , K2E 7C6 746-3186 Marcus, Glynis 6 825-3208 Marois, Johanne 13 7 Pommiers Ave. , Lucerne, Que. 771-1310 Martin, Caroline 8 Box 861, Station B, Ott. 771-5279 Martin, Sarah 11 ii n Maule, Nicola S 14 Bedford Cres. , K1K 0E4 741-2923 Mierins, Lisa 7 250 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0Z7 746-0146 Milstein, Lisa 7 1 Apache Cres. , K2E 6H6 224-3939 A! olson, Karen 13 2029 Garfield Ave. , K2C 0W7 316 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0L9 225-3082 Montero, Patricia 11 746-6977 Murphy, Maureen 6 1133 Ambleside Dr. , K2B 8E2 820-4456 Murray, Sarah 12 393 Fernbank Rd. , KIM 0W7 741-2212 MacDonald, Althea 6 15 Westward Way, K1L 5A8 745-7677 Maclure, Rowena 13 16 Birch Ave. , K1K 3G6 741-3552 MacPhee, Heather 13 2455 Rosewood Ave. , K2B 713 820-7921 McCartney, Chris 7 26 Clemow Ave. , K1S 2B2 234-2772 McDougall, Elizabeth 11 120 Juliana Rd. , KIM 1J1 746-6433 Mcintosh, Laura 6 Box 746, R. R. 5, Ott. K1G 3N3 822-0646 McWilliam, Rosalind 10 145 Heath St. , K1H 5E6 731-6358 Nadolny, Lynda 8 1954 Lenester Ave. , K2A 1V9 728-0459 Nakayama, Michiko 7 1 Crescent Rd. , KIM 0N1 741-1863 Nesbitt, Carol 8 32 Belvedere Cres. , KIM 2G3 741-4930 Nesbitt, Rosemary 13 290 Park Rd. , KIM 0E1 741-3237 Ng, Celine 12 1323 P. Ave. , K1G 0B3 749-5331 Palmer, Cheryl 9 Box 294 R. R. 5 Ott. , K1G 3N3 822-0716 Parker, Lynn 12 3 Woodview Cres. 824-4687 Parlour, Alix 13 938 Echo Dr. , K1S 5C9 233-1819 Parlour, Christine 10 ii ii ii ii ii Peppier, Carla 13 18 Rothwell Dr. , K1J 7G4 745-2943 Pezoulas, Patricia 8 3539 Paul Anka Dr. , Ott. 521-4087 Phythian, Raine 13 P.O. Box 227, Aylmer, Que. , J9H SE6 684-4476 Pigott, Mary Jane 10 50 Fuller Ave. , K1Y 3R8 728-1816 Pocock, Joanna 8 460 Crestview Rd. , K1H 5G9 733-5084 Podewils, Katharina 8 290 Coltrin Rd. , KIM 0A6 745-1315 Powell, Lisa 6 3 Broad Oaks Cres. , K2E 7C7 825-4073 Power, Alex 9 R.R. 1 Dunrobin, Ont. 832-1168 Power, Susannah 12 ii n ii it ii Purdie, Margaret 5 5 Chinook Cres. , K2H 7C9 741 Lonsdale Rd. , K1K 0J9 828-9802 Reid, Jill 11 749-9482 Reid, Sheila 7 Rhodes, Cindy 4 29 Loch Isle Rd. , K2H 8G5 594 Duff Cres. , Ott. 828-7202 Rickerd, Julie 4 749-3619 Robey, Alison 9 57 Fenitman Ave. , K1S 0T5 238-5358 Robey, Louise 13 Rogers, Anne 7 41 Okanagan Dr. , K2H 7E9 828-1791 Roston, Susan 7 352 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0L9 745-6377 Ruddock, Niquette 6 8 Bedford Cres. , K1K 0E4 741-8169 Sawatzky, Lisa 8 1982 Leslie, K1H 5M3 731-7564 Schenker, Dorothy 8 12 Commanche Dr. , K2E 6E9 224-4631 Schoeller, Donata 6 290 Coltrin Rd. , KIM 0A6 745-1315 Schoeller, Patricia 10 ii ii ii Sellers, Elizabeth 13 1992 Beaconwood Dr. , K1J 8L8 29 Davidson Dr. , K1J 6L7 749-4297 Sellers, Elizabeth 8 745-2289 Seropian, Debbie 9 844 Edgeworth Ave. , K2B 5L4 820-7543 Seward, Elizabeth 10 490 Oakhill Rd. , KIM 1J6 749-8477 Slader, Gillian 9 60 Lindhurst Cres. , K2G 0T7 828-5277 Smith, Catherine 10 158 B McArthur Rd. , Apt. 1709, K1L 6P9 749-8162 Smith, Felicity 12 38 Belvedere Cres. , KIM 2G4 45 Kilbarry Cres. , K1K 0H2 749-7512 Steele, Susan 11 746-6723 Steers, Susannah 6 34 Rebecca Cres. , K1J 6B6 745-4622 Stoner, Robyn 10 161 Maple Lane, KIM 1G4 746-61 16 Suh, Katheryn 9 18 Carr Cres. , Kanata, K2K 1K4 592-2787 Sutherland, Jennifer 8 2138 Beaumont Rd. , K1H 5V3 733-3213 Swift, Carolann 9 2001 Woodway Ave. , K1J 7Y2 ii ii it 4b-oU 4 Swift, Elizabeth 11 Tanguay, Sylvie 9 475 Oakhill Rd. , KIM 1J5 746-1786 Takacs, Agueda 13 699 Acacia Ave. , KIM 0M6 746-0206 Tessier, Anne 8 59 RuskinAve. , K1Y 4A8 663-5629 Thamer, Caroline 11 205 Pinfield Rd. , K2K 1M8 592-1827 Thomas, Vanessa 7 447 Oakhill Rd. , KIM 1J5 746-3029 Thompson, Danielle 8 119 Mason Terrace, K1S 0L2 233-1812 Ulch, Sandra 12 1333 Fontenay Cres. , K1V 7K5 124 Springfield Rd. , 812 521-2685 van Heyst, Carina 10 745-5614 Warren, Carolyn 11 7 Eleanor Dr. , East, K2E 6A3 n A fii 7i 224-9171 Warren, Susannah 10 Watson, Elizabeth 11 P.O. Box 252, 48 Riverside Dr. , Long Island, Manotick 692-3722 Weppler, Carolyn 7 Box 1122, Station B, Ott., KIP 5R2 684-7806 White, Lucy 6 38 Rothwell Dr. , K1J 7G4 745-2746 Vhite N ' t ary o o White, Tracey 7 137 Rue Bordeaux, Aylmer, Que. 684-8760 Willis, Vinca 8 151 Kamloops Ave. , K1Z 7C8 Apt. 308, 230 Woodridge Cres. , K2B 8G2 731-3537 Willkie, Angelique 13 828-9264 Wilson, Karen 7 68 Wayling Ave. , Vanier, Ont. 749-4777 Wilson, Mary 13 411-3 Carpenter Way, K1K 4C7 16 Lambton Rd. , KIM 0Z5 746-2438 Wurtele, Susan 8 745-6097 Young, Katherine 6 96 Marlowe Cres. , K1S 1J1 232-6751 Zagerman, Sandra 11 122 Willington Rd. , KIM 2G1 741-6551 GRADE 13 MEMORIES THAT WILL GO IN SAMARA! " Are you working tonight? " . . . chip dip . . . Disco Erotica " To celebrate my eighteenth birthday, I ' ll have a Shirley Temple, please " Mix ' s ' great theories . . . Southern and Seven . . . " How do you like our ' window? " , . . " Help! I ' m being attacked by a radiator! " ... to the Bay for tea . . . flaking out on the couch Friday mornings . . . little Froggy " Let ' s go to Mix ' s for breakfast! " ... the Biology Field Trip - right, Bea- ver. ... wuere were you in prayers this morning? " . . . " Agueda has lost her glasses AGAIN? " . . . Granny Smith apples . . . Jane ' s excuses . Just brush my teeth before you leave me, An-gel " . . . British flag haneins upside-down from the ceiling . . . " What - another vote? Let ' s vote on the vote! " . . . champagne and cheese party . . . bird seed fights . . . Gandalf and Thaddeus . . . " Who ' s bra was found in the back of the Volare? " . " Puke to the left! " . . . Agueda ' s bird watching . . . Ashbury Grade 12 ' s ' (and Grade 13 s). . . Florida in the March Break ... 101 things you can do with a squeegie bottle . . . " Was anything brought up in Students Council? Yes, lunch! . . . pick, pick, pick . . . Disco Viva . . . " You steaming twit " picnics in the park . . . " Oh John, give me a word, a soft word " Torn between two lovers ... " ... Poop de la Loop! . . . Mrs. Liticia ' Campbell Mathews Smythe? . . . G. D. H. and " the s . . t will really hit the fan! . . . signing-out book: ' Grade 13 to see the Queen . . . " My brain work only on Saturdays by appointment, and never on Sundays! " ... the Sunlamp . . . " The Crucible " practices ( ' my -one -and -only -besides -all -the -others ' ) ... AG-NES! . . . Oh, gross ... the Orange Craze . . . water fights and naval manoeuvres on the third floor . . . " Are you going to the Formal, the Unformal, the Semi -formal, the Informal, or the Apple Juice Party? " . jumping on the common room floor . . . hiding in the closet for two periods . . . Rosemary ' s workie boots . . . bandit bandit bandit! . . . " Let ' s go for a drive in the cemetery! " . . . UFO ' s . . . " Who forgot break? " ... Mr. Heyd: ' Liz, I ' d like to go to your surprise birthday party, but I ' ve already promised . . Arnie, what are you waving your arms at me for? " . . . watching for Mrs. Peat s car . . . cemetery sign . . . " How rude! " . . . water fights in the Lab. . . Debbie ' s timetable: ' just follow the line, it ' s perfectly simple ' . . . Do you want a fat lip? " . . . " Put your head on my shoulder ... " .. details ' . . . " God - you look awful! " . . . " Paradise by the Dashboard Light " . f • • Rosemary ' s sun resort . . . " It ' s just a Mickey -Mouse test - " . Shall we wake Mary up, you guys? " . . . " I ' m seeing double! " . . . " Sorry I m late, I had to find a parking space " . . . " Who wants to go for a Danish what? ... " Would someone water the plants, please? " . . . Cosmopolitan Magazine . . . " Look at the cactus! That ' s obscene! " ... " I hate you! " . broken bones . . . ' see no chips, hear no chips, smell no chips, eat no chips ' a ' Jl S Wrong with bein S wishy-washy? " . . . " MY mother won ' t let me do THAT! . . . " Who ' s going to Baskins? " . . . " The Harem " . . . and then there s a Volare, Datsun (3), Toyota (3), Renault, Astre (ash tray), Mercedes, Sportsman s Van, Volvo, Honda (Gertrude), and last and least, Austin Marina (the bum) . . . Prefects ' lunch . . . " I think I ' m allergic to morning " . I ve got enough homework to sink ten battle ships! " . . . " Give me a break you guys ... " ... " Oh God, I ' m going to be sick! " . . . cheers . . . " How tragic! " . . . SMOOOCH ... Published by Josten ' s National School Services Ltd. Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. — ' §


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