Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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22 SAMARA for I didn ' t want to be caught eavesdropping. On my vay home, I asked mv self, What do I really know about the Lukaczes? I didn ' t know much; no one knew about the history of the Lukaczes because they didn ' t like to talk about themselves. All that was known was that they had moved here in the beginning of 1941, almost two years after the war had begun. What of Mr. Lukacz ' s sudden change to a German accent? Suddenly my mind flashed to a newspaper article I had read the night before. It had had the heading, Believe Nazi leader and wife hiding in Eng- land . The article told about a stern old Nazi army leader of approximately sixty years of age, with a scar on his left cheek. According to the newspaper he had escaped from a French prison camp; how it was not known. The article went on to tell that he had a wife of about the same age and that for two years no one had seen or heard of her. The couple had lived in Hungary before the war and had then moved to Germany. The description fitted the Lukaczes perfectly, except for the scar. But, wait a minute. Mr. Lukacz had a scar on one of his cheeks! Which cheek was it? Yes, it was the left! No, it couldn ' t be so. How could a gentle and sweet old woman like Mrs. Lukacz be mixed up in that kind of trouble? Yet I couldn ' t get the idea out of my mind. All this speculation had taken only a fe w seconds, and I was still only a few yards away from the shop. All of a sudden I heard what sounded like a terrible explosion. I turned around and was struck dumb with horror at the sight which greeted my eyes. The little shop was going up in flames! Screaming, I started running toward it. A hand held me back and though I struggled it was impossible to get free. Blackness came over me and the next thing I remember was waking up and finding myself in my own bed with my mother standing over me. What happened? I asked. My mother told me that I had been very lucky, for as soon as I came out of the shop, it had been bombed and had burst into flames. In a quiet voice she went on to tell me that the Lukaczes had not been saved but had died in the fire which followed the exp losion. I lay in bed thinking, and though I was sorry for Mrs. Lukacz I felt that maybe it was better that way. I was sure that Mr. Lukacz was the Nazi leader about whom I had read. Dying that way spared his wife the hardships through which she might have had to live. I wonder what the Germans would say if they knew they had killed one of their own people whom they needed. Of course, I might be wrong in assuming that Mr. Lukacz was a Nazi. It doesn ' t make any difference now, for the Man Who Never Smiled never again had the opportunity not to smile. Bf.tsy Alf.xandor, V A Keller Despair This crazy poem will never rhyme, Although I ' m at it all the time. The proper words I cannot find, They just ignore my brilliant mind. Never try to be too clever, Don ' t try writing poems— no never. Your self assurance slowly goes. Take this advice from one who kno -s! The silly moral of this story, Isn ' t one of fame or glory. Don ' t go writing verse that ' s funny, You ' ll end with neither brains nor money! Wf.ndy Quain, V C Keller

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SAMARA 21 THIS year the activities of the RockcHffe Cadet Nursing Division have been varied and interesting. Judy McCulloch, Margot Leonard, Jacquehne Nothnagel, and Milhcent Struthers are sergeants. Three other cadets (Deirdre Collens, Norah Cameron and Joan Toller) have been promoted to corporals. There is a new colourful badge, which is awarded to any cadet with two hundred hours ' public duty to her credit. Many of the cadets are working towards this and other badges. The courses taken this year were First Aid and Home Nursing. First Aid lectures were given by Miss A. Philbrick and the Home Nursing was taken by Miss M. Dixon, both of whom are Lady Cadet Officers in the Division. Dr. Howlett gave the examinations; there were very good results, which show the real in- terest taken by the cadets in their work. We are extremely sorry that Mrs. Buck has found it necessary to resign from her position as Lady Divisional Superintendent. She has always taken a keen interest in our work, and has been our Lady Divisional Superintendent from the time the Rockcliffe Division was started in 1943. She has been succeeded by Mrs. Hulse who has cheerfully taken the re- sponsibility of such a large division of fifty- one cadets. In May we had a demonstration at the Drill Hall in Carrier Square where all the cadets of the Federal District were inspected. It was a successful drill and although much efTort was put into the preparation, the results were well worth it. We are sure that a great deal has been learnt this year and we hope that next year interest will continue and that those who are not returning will be able to put to use the knowledge gairied. ke Matt WUa Neoen, BmiUd IT WAS a year after the blitz and England was still in a terrible state. Many houses in our little village had been bombed, and ruins were seen everywhere. One afternoon, a little before sunset, I entered the quaint old Hungarian shop on the corner. There was no sign of either the old store-keeper, Mr. Lukacz or his wife, who at that time of day usually sat in their rocking chairs by the window. After I tinkled the bell a few times, Mrs. Lukacz came out from the back of the store, the Lukacz ' s sleeping quarters. She was a kind and gentle old lady, with soft silver hair, which framed her wrinkled but sweet face. Whenever I went in the store, I always hoped that she would wait on me, for I feared iMr. Lukacz a little. I could talk freely with his wife but he always looked at me with the attitude of, Don ' t bother me, child . But this time Mrs. Lukacz was not her usual self. Her eyes were red as though she had been crying and I wondered if I should say any- thing to her about them. After several attempts to speak (for in those days I was quite shy) I asked her if something was wrong. She said, no , but started to sob. I was only young then but I already felt sorry for the old lady with a husband like hers. In my pocket I had a clean handkerchief and, going to her, I pressed it in her hand. A4r. Luckacz, who I nicknamed, The man who never smiled , came into the front of the shop. In a harsh voice he told me to go away because his wife wasn ' t feeling well. I started for the door. As I was closing it I heard him say, But we must get out of here. I was very much surprised for Air. Lukacz had never had a German accent before, that is, to my knowledge. I quickly shut the door

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Angela Chrislensen: She is little, but she is wise. She is a terror for her size. Angus and Gus are but two of the nicknames attached to our long-suffering Head Girl. She has been with us for eight years and since this year is the last, she is making the most of it in everj ' way. One of the three members of the sitting-room, Angus has an admirable knack of always reaching the comf ' iest chair first, where her hand immediately reaches for the radio and her eyes rise to Philip our pride and joy. Although she is a very social bird (the May Court Ball is one e idence of this) she has done a wonderful job in keeping the school in order and at the same time happy, besides getting good marks in all her subjects. So, beware, McGill! Angus is headed your way. Good luck, Angela! Wendy Hughson: Bom with the gift of laughter and a sense that the world is mad. — Sabatirii Beef is back again with us this year as our senior prefect as well as head of Nightingale. Every Friday afternoon Beef is found dashing downtown in Frankie (that ' s her car) to procure something hastily that has been forgotten for pre- fects ' tea. Her weaknesses at present are brown bloomers and cookies. Beef has discovered that playing badminton and skiing all week-end don ' t exactly agree with the same muscles, and on Monday mornings during the winter continuous groan- ing was heard coming out of the sitting room. Beef has taken a full senior matric course this year, her only complaint in this connection being that when she has her only spare during the week, she can ' t get into the sitting room as it is occupied. Next year finds Wendy at Carleton College (she hopes!). Whether you are there or not, Wendy, we wish you the best of luck in the future. Deirdre CoUens: The past unsighed for, and the future sure. Dee is our only VI M member in the sitting room this year, as she sprang from the ranks of monitor to the position of Prefect and Head Boarder. You ' ll find her anywhere from behind a mountain of pictures, sorting them for the magazine; straightening the juniors ties in the morning; making out weekly pocket-money lists; to deafening people with the dinner bell. Dee is also a very accomplished actress; and this year you are apt to meet her in a passage, striding along, practising the part of Noah in the senior play. She leaves the rest of us gasping after exams as she has a wonderful knack of getting good marks with httle effort (apparently). This summer we wave good-bye to Dee on a missionary ship bound for Nigeria. We all wish her the very best of luck and hope she will be back with us next year, though we wonder if, by that time, her theme song won ' t be, Bongo, bongo, bongo .