Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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Paula Peters Her sunny locks Hang on her temples like a golden fleece. Carefree and blond is our long-legged P.J. — a House Senior who has been at Elmwood many long years. On Saturdays and Sundays she avidly listens to the Opera and the New York Philharmonic and the rest of the week she forgets or loses things. In Spanish and Sports Paula excels — but most of all in drifting into profound day dreams of what we know not. P.J. is a provocative mixture of scatter-brain and budding genius and, of course, like all geniuses, she loves to argue about anything; anywhere; and anytime. She was the busy head of the Cadets last year, and this year an even busier Nightingale House Sports Captain. Although, through the course of the year, at odd times P.J. has lost practically everything she owns, she still has most decidedly not lost our friendship. The Best of Luck, Paula, in that future which is a question mark. V.E. DAY ON May 7th school began just as usual — well, not quite as usual. There was a certain excitement that had been under the surface for days ; it was almost as if everyone was holding her breath. But classes must go on and so they did until suddenly just before noon we were told to go up to the Boarders ' Lounge for a news broadcast. And with what was, I ' m sure, record-breaking speed and noiselessness, the school assembled. As the announcer ' s voice told that the long- awaited day had finally come — that Germany had surrendered — there wasn ' t a sound. Only the oldest of us were supposed to under- stand the true significance of this historic moment but it seemed that even the tiniest juniors who had no memory of anything but war felt that this was a great moment in their lives. After the announcement we were dismissed for a day and a half ' s holiday and left to spend V.E. Day in our own way — being merry with the crowd thronging the streets or thanking God in our churches or both — for it was a day of joyfulness and thanks- giving. And so, each of us spent V.E. Day in her own way; then on the day we returned to school we went over to join Ashbury in their Chapel and give our common thanks. We had a very beautiful and moving service — Janet Caldwel l and Edwin Pilgrim reading the lessons and Brigadier Hepburn giving the address. After the service, we gathered around the flag pole for a remembrance service. It was a service I think few of us will ever forget. As the head prefects of the two schools laid the wreaths at the foot of the flag pole, the sun shone suddenly from an overcast sky as if echoing our words of a moment before, We will remember them.

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CAROL MaoLAREN