Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA 13 Do you know who my room-mate is? What are the new girls like? Oh, I do hope my room is on the new floor! These were among the first remarks we heard on September 15th, 1926, when the boarders returned from the holidays. It had been found necessary to furnish the top-floor entirely during the summer, to accommodate more of us. Thirteen bedrooms, five bathrooms, a large art-room, various roomy cupboards and trunk-rooms met our eager and delighted gaze — but most important of all a most cosy and artistic sitting room for us — the senior boarders. This year, too, the tennis courts were finished and have been a delight to all, but especially to us, as only boarders were allowed on the courts after four o ' clock. During the winter they were tunred into a skating rink; it is doubtful whether we most en- joyed skating on it or clearing it off! We found changes, too, in the resident staff, which now numbers six. Miss Soame and Miss King have returned to England ; Miss Hancox and Miss Craig are now here and in addition we have a trained nurse, Miss Hulbert, and a gymnastic and games mistress Miss Myers, with us this year. We hope the new mistresses are having a very happy year with us. In the autumn we played a Badminton tournament with the day-girls and needless to say, were victorious, but our triumph was short-lived — as soon after they defeated us at basketball. Mrs. Buck has taken or sent us to a great many delightful en- tertainments this year. Among them were those given by Ruth Draper, William Heughan, the Westminster Choristers, Elly Ney,

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12 S AIM A R A Those of Nightingale House aim at following in the footsteps of this great woman, in the little that they can do by giving up each day a little time to others and by helping those less fortunate than themselves; also, remembering that Florence Nightingale ' s first patient was a dog, they particularly stand for the love of animals and of Nature. The House motto is: Non Nobis Solum , which embodies the principle of service. In the centre of the scroll above the House Board is a green shield with a lamp in the centre; above the lamp is the school crest, and on either side are scrolls — on one ' ' Nightingale House is written and on the other, Non Nobis Solum . The House pin is a triangle with a green N on a yellow base. The following are the present mem- bers of Nightingale House : Prefect : L. Wilson; Members: J. Ahearn, D. Blackburn, M. Dunlop, P. Fosbery, M. Gale, B. Gordon, E. Kenny, N. Hall, H. Mackay, S. Watson, J. White, C. Wilson, E. Williams, C. Wood, C. McNaughton (gone to England for a time), Betty Smart. JUNIOR SCHOOL Form I, — Joan Carling, Hope Gilmour, Ethel Southam, Betty Hooper, Joan Eraser, Betty Ball, Moira Leathem, Julia Adamson, Sachiko Matsunaga, Genevieve Bronson, Crairston Wilkes, Leonard Courtney, John Wood, De Lacy Passy. Preparatory: Lilias Ahearn, Jean Robertson, Anna Wilson, June White, Charles MacLaren, Lee Snelling, Alex Robertson, George Robertson, Geoffrey Goodwin, Hugh Buchanan, Donald MacLaren, Doreen Graham, Hisako Mutsanaga, Gill German, Russell Smart, Diana Vernon, John Filleul.

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14 SAMARA and Norman Wilkes, besides many others including a performance of Cjn-ano de Bergerac. We spent a very enjoyable evening early in December at the Chateau Laurier when Wilson Macdonald read aloud some of his poems. He had previously done us the great honour of coming to Elmwood to read us some of his beauti- ful poetry, and on that occasion had offered a prize of one of his poems in his own writing to the Elmwood girl who wrote from memory the longest list of Canadian poets. This prize was won by Mary Rosamond, and the poem was most beautiful in every way, and is valued not only for its own beauty but for the beautiful writing and colour design, in which Mr. Macdonald is an adept. THE RAPIDS I walked along a woodland path. When, from a valley merging, I came upon a wondrous sight Of giant waters surging. They skipped and pranced along the gorge. And then, in torrents rushing. They dropped a hundred feet and more To hurry on a-gushing. And in and out and round about Played nymph and watermew, While dancing here and flitting there. The rainbow fairies flew. But still I see them in my mind, Those crystal waters foaming; And ever fancy that I hear The music of their roaming. — Betty Gordon, Form III.