Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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Janet Edwards agree with no man ' s opinions — have some of my own. Janet Edwards alias Bugs or Ed — our perfectionist in almost everything from Tennis to Chemistry. Despite our complaints that one is supposed to be issued brains, brawn or beauty, she goes right on hogging the three. Friday, her greatest accomplish- ment — getting out of the dishes; the amount she pays Ann to come for her at just the right moment having been a subject of great sitting-room speculation. Ed ' s unique feet may spring from her equally unique habit of walking a mile to school and back — and home for lunch! We suspect she does it so that she will be able to give her children the old I walked a mile to school through sleet and rain routine. Somehow labelled as respon- sible and so entrusted with the collecting and sorting of fabulous sums any time there is any activity involving money. If Elmwood but knew the hours she has spent locked in the sanctuary of the sitting room trying to discover where that fifty-cents went to or — and this is far more drastic — where that fifty-cents came from. Since McGill has become as traditional an Edwards field of action as Elmwood, we never doubted — despite all her ponderings — which would be the college of Ed ' s choice. Philippa McLaren I do not long for wealth or fame, I crave no laurel wreath I long to turn a handspring, though And whistle through my teeth. Philippa McLaren — Elmwood — called Pip — is our sprightly dark-haired member of the sitting room and the sole member of Six Matric — always keeps us posted on the school activities upstairs — we feel she has won her place in history by her never-ending enthusiasm for those little, sticky pink things called War Savings Stamps — renowned for her hats which she valiantly wears to school to put our more humble headgear to shame — her pride and joy is a plaid pork pie. After many faithful years yearning over As time goes by in honour of Humphrey, she suddenly switched her attention to three little notes in Eddy Duchin ' s Embraceable You — poor Bogey, on the rebound married Lauren Bacall — with Davy she takes the prize for being a giggler, but Pip accompanies hers with squeals. Pip is the sitting room ' s baby, being the youngest and smallest of the five. 1945-1946 finds her working hard in the hope of thrilling the Ontario Department of Education. Next year may find her almost anywhere. Betsy Allen How wonderful it is to find A truly scientific mind. Ballen is our energetic Head of Fry, and although she took over that post in the middle of the year, after Margaret Hardy ' s departure, she has done an excellent piece of work. Every morning sees her trying to persuade certain members of her House to stop talking before prayers and to take ofif those bracelets. Outside of her regular duties, her main occupation seems to be attempting to blow up the chemistry lab or to paralyse the olfactory nerves of her schoolmates by the odours that pervade the corridors in the vicinity of her experiments. However, we trust that what we have suffered will not be in vain and that these researches will contribute to her future fame, as she prepares next year to take Entrance Examinations to Cambridge.

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prefect anii ilousie Mentor Motti Janet Caldwell I ' m not arguing wilh you I ' m telling you. Janet Sheila Ross Caldwell — Carleton Place, Ontario — Head Boarder and Organizer superb — Chief high Mogul of the sitting room with one whole shelf in the cupboard to herself — having to our envy a vurry Scotch sense of humour and a highly irregular Ottawa X ' alley accent — also having a passion for lemons and blond boxers. She deliberately and with malice aforethought contributed Dog to the sitting room and encouraged the barbarous custom of imbibing chox at break- time — her favorite expression aside from highly irregular is I luvit — favorite perfume Cuir de Russie — She swoons over Sentimental Journey and Gregory Peck even though Davy does claim the latter — future and ambition are mysterious but her immediate future rests with Elmwood. Ruth Osier The battle ' s won My course is done. Boofie, our born dramatist, is never emotionally middle-of-the road, but always on top of the world or in the depths of despair. Usually, if she makes school by 8.50, the horizon ' s clear and she enters the Hall as our beam of sunshine. But if we find her in the sitting room after prayers, we steel ourselves, for then she ' s usually a storm-cloud casting a deep shadow over her corner. She often accuses Miss Dixon or Miss MacDonald of being the cause of such moods for teaching those outlandish subjects, Trig and Latin. Favourite expression — Heaven to Betsy! followed by Do you understand this Cicero or Sallust ? Renowned for her bicycle, which is in a class by itself and for her perpetual argument with Messy as to whether the theme song of Sunday ' s Hour of Fame is Rhapsody in Blue or The Warsaw Concerto . Despite the fact that they both listen every Sunday, the question remains unsettled — the two pieces having, of course, no similarity. In one field of music, though Boof knows her stuf¥. Friday teas find her flipping through the hymn book, whistling snatches of everything from Rock of Ages to Jesus Bids us Shine. This, needless to say, promotes much hilarity among the sitting room inmates. Boof is off to Trinity College, Toronto. Toronto, beware! Lois Davidson but ask that you remember me , from The Bohemian Girl. Lois Nan Davidson. Elmwood 1940-1945 — called Davy — vigorous head of Nightingale, although she is forced to admit that Flo bewilders her. After successfully demolishing the sitting-room sofa and table, Davy is beginning to watch her weight — any day now the skin may cover the bone. She has tried desperately, in spite of adverse criticism and jeering from Keller ' s head, to go Bohemian on us and still thinks it would have been a good idea. Duringf Friday teas, she sedately munches sandwiches while the others rapidly gain poundage on the Davidson specialty, chocolate cake with mauve icing. The pound never lacked at least one of Davy ' s shoes, and school hours usually found her resembling a shoe advertisement — slipper on one foot and loafer on the other. Has a wealth of expressions including, CafT! caff! Tic, tic! and Whosit . Is notorious for losing things — is always late because nobody else is there so why be early. After deliberating over Smith, RadclifTe and other famous institutions, McGill, this session, finds the campus glorified with Davy ' s presence and loving it too.

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Anna Cameron All the world ' s a stage. Cam ' s ways are quaint, but we love her! At breakfast her coffee stands unnoticed while her toast balances precariously on her little butter dish, their owner deep in thought or exhausted from her morning run around the gym. This, proving rather strenuous and achieving the minimum result, she soon gave up. She has many strange habits that puzzle us, of which the most confusing is her frequent request to be excused from the table. Just what she does on these excursions still bewilders some. Her eyelashes also form an object of wonderment; it is strange how they are straight one day and curly the next. Her tastes run to apple-juice, raisins, and Mr. Gregory Peck. Although we are never really annoyed at Cam, we come pretty close to it when she holds us up indefinitely in her last-minute preparations before going out, but we are pacified when we see the final result of her lengthy labours. Cam holds indisputable authority over us in all matters concerning the stage and theater, and it is in this field that she hopes to continue her studies. New York, prepare! Cam ' s on her way. Margaret Hardy Nevertheless, you shall not get the better of me. I am an Englishwoman. ' ' — Charles Dickens. When Hardy returned to England last January, she was missed by all, especially by the House of Fry. The sudden loss of brain power was a blow to Six Upper, who missed one of their chief homework consultants. After writing her London Matri- culation exam, she assured us that she had failed miserably, but when the results were published we learned that she had passed with high standing. Hardy, with quiet determination, usually won her own way — whether (during a sugar shortage) she persistently collected chocolate bars for overseas parcels or, with even greater strength of mind, she denied herself her favour- ite sweets in order to preserve her girlish figure for her return to England. We wish her continued success at the London Univer- sity where she is now installed. Suzanne Mess It is she who dabbles in the arts. And from each to each she darts. Sue is our grand source of information on opera, ballet, stage, music, art, designing. Her indefatigable pursuit of knowledge in such subjects often has us reeling, but asking for more and more. Sue also makes and clothes delicate and intricate dolls. She truly is artistic to her finger-tips . Lost Articles was her job as House Senior, and every morning found her soothing the harassed losers of everything from a pencil to a pair of glasses. Public Speaking has twice given her the opportunity to fire us with inspiration over Canada and the Arts . She has completed successfully the Junior Matriculation and sometime in the near future she expects to attend Art School where it seems quite probable that Cezanne will be eclipsed by Suzanne