Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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S A AI A R A 11 KelU Jt U€U J aUd. IN SEPTEMBER Keller was very pleased to welcome Miss Castas and six girls as new members of the house. We started the year with twenty-three girls. We were sorry to lose Marie de Hauteclocquc, one of our noted artists, when she returned to France at Christ- mas. This year Keller won the house collec- tions for the first time in four years. Unfortu- nately the senior basketball team was severely beaten but our juniors came out on top. We would like to commend our new members for the fine way they have pulled their weight and lived up to our motto, Fair Play . House Members Head of House— Peggy Edwards Monitors— Audrey MacDonald, Joan Marble Rose Alexander, Betsy Alexandor, Diane Boyd, Lucinda Crozier, Suzette De Wolf, Barbara Gibson, Andrea Hadley, Jill Harris, Mavis Hothersall, Pat Knowlton, Margot Leonard, Mary Frances Matthewman, Phyllis iMayburry, Helen Miles, Wendy Quain, Sofia Setton, Shirley Smith, Joan Toller, Elizabeth Wilson. Staff: Mademoiselle Juge, Miss Adams, Miss Castas, Miss MacLean, and A4r. McTavish. Keller House Teams Senior Basketball Audrey MacDonald Peggy Edwards Margot Leonard Senior Badminton Margot Leonard Peggy Edwards Junior Basketball Sofia Setton Helen Miles Elizabeth Wilson Junior Badminton Phyllis Mayburry Helen Miles Betsy Alexandor Lucinda Crozier Rose Alexander Shirley Smith Betsy Alexandor Pat Knowlton Mavis Hothersall Diane Boyd Mavis Hothersall Wendy Quain March Winds Squall, gale, gust and breeze, March winds, if you please. Sweeping the snow, they come and go, Roaring winds, whining low, Zephyr, cyclone and typhoon. Boys with kites come every noon. To play in every field and lane; To spoil their fun, the hurricane. Twisting, twirling, a whirlwind high. Like a corkscrew in the sky, Takes the kites up out of sight, Up and off into the night. Shirley Smith, V A Keller

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Keller Senior Basketball S. Smith P. Edwards L. Crozier A. MacDonald iM. Leonard B. Alexandor Keller Junior Basketball H. Miles S. Setton W. Quain D. Boyd M. Hothersali S. DeWolf Keller Senior Badminton Keller Junior Badminton S. Smith p. Alexander W. Quain M. Hothersali P. Fdwards Al. Leonard P. Mayburr) ' H. Miles

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12 SAMARA JftuOe Motel IN SEPTEMBER, 1 947, Fry Welcomed many new girls and one member of the staff, Miss Richardson. Though we were sorry to lose Barbara Campbell and Luella Wills at Christ- mas, we were glad to welcome Dorothy Gates at Christmas and Alannah Busk at Easter. This is the first year there have been no house plays; unfortunately Fry came third in the house collections but we hope to keep up our tradition of doing well in competitions in the future. So far, all houses are even on basketball and badminton points and we are grateful to Fry junior basketball and Fry senior badminton teams for making this possible. House Members Head of House— Carol Maclaren House Senior— Ann Edwards Monitor— Martha Bate Susan Ball, Persis Brunet, Mary Burns, Alannah Busk, Helen Claxton, Dorothy Gates, Jane Graham, Judy Hargreaves, Sandra James, Shirley Mann, Marion Mackenzie, Judy Mac- laren, Judy McCulloch, Joan Mothersill, Andria Richardson, Heather Rogers, Pamela Rogers, Virginia Rutherford, Eva Sichrova. Staff: Miss Chappell, Miss Richardson, Miss Wiltshire, Miss Dixon, and Mrs. Stephen. Fry House Teams Senior Basketball Judy McCulloch Barbara Campbell Carol Maclaren Senior Badminton Judy McCulloch Pamela Rogers Junior Basketball Joan Mothersill Virginia Rutherford Susan Ball Junior Badminton Aiarion MacKenzie Millicent Struthers Shirley Mann Luella Wills Ann Edwards Ann Edwards Carol Maclaren Pamela Rogers Millicent Struthers Sandra James Judy Maclaren Sandra James Spring Green young rain on young green corn, Sweet young lambs, but lately born, (In a land by war, but lately torn). Moist brown earth and tender shoots. No longer ground ' neath hob-nailed boots, (That could not destroy the sturdy roots). Oh blue, blue skies, oh clouds of white; One cannot believe you ' ve been torn with fright, (And rained down death by day and night). Winter is going, baring the soil. Giving Europe ' s children a chance to toil, (To deaden memories, no better foil). Without bullets screaming overhead. To fill their minds and hearts with dread, (And leave their bodies cold and dead). It is nature ' s victory o ' er man, the king. Over war and horror and everything. And hollow-eyed children, clustering. Come forth to greet another Spring. Jane Graham, VI M Fry