Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA 29 Sports Day Sports Day 1950 was held on June 5. It was a lovely day and everything went well. The winners were as follows: Intermediate Sports Cup— S. Thomas Seniors Sports Cup— J. Nesbitt Junior Sports Cup— J. Kellock Preparatory Sports Cup— L. Castonguay Inter-House Sports Cup— Keller Inter-House Relay— Keller Badminton Although the house badminton was not completed when the magazine went to press, the school winners are as follows: Senior Singles— Wendy Quain Senior Doubles— Pat Knowlton and Wendy Quain Intermediate Singles— Shirley Thomas Intermediate Doubles— Eleanor Hamer and Shirley Thomas Gym and Indoor Games We have been very busy this year in drill learning marching formations and the Irish Washerwoman ' s Jig. We have learned ex- citing new games including Quarter Deck which is especially popular among the Juniors. Skiing and Skating There was quite a lot of snow this year, and so it was a good winter for skiing. Many of the boarders enjoyed a trip to the Gatineau. There was skating also which was popular throughout the school. Diane Boyd, Sports Captain Elmwood ' s Motto High is our standard of education here; High is our roll-call and higher every year; High our respect for Mrs. Buck and staff; High our sense of humour, making others laugh; High our rewards in basketball games; Highest of the high will ring in all our aims! SuzETTE DeWolf, VI Matric Keller

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28 SAMARA Sports Captains 1950-51 School— Diane Boyd Fry— Judy Maclaren Nightingale— Margaret Boehm Keller— Diane Boyd RETURNING to school after the summer, we were very sorry to learn of the de- parture of Miss Overall, who had been our gym mistress for the last year, but we were very pleased to welcome Miss Jessop in her place. Basketball The sports highlight again this year was our basketball game against Hatfield Hall. Our thanks are due to Senator Wilson and Mr. Thomas who very kindly lent us a car and station wagon for the trip. We played this year at Kingston in the gymnasium of Queen ' s University. It was a very exciting game, as the two teams were very evenly matched. Even when the final whistle blew, we were uncertain who had won, and we were over- joyed when we found we had, by the narrow margin of 19-15. After the game we took the Hatfield team, as our guests, to lunch at the hotel. The Elmwood team was as follows: Forwards Guards N. Baird-3 pts. D. Eraser M. Boehm L. Jackson „ J , P- Knowlton D. Boyd-6 pts. s S. DeWolf— 10 pts. w Quain J. Maclaren S. Thomas Another exciting basketball game was the one played against the Old Girls on March 5 in the Ashbury Gym. It also was a very close game and our team was just able to eke out a one point win, the final score being 11-10; although the team was out of practice, they played in good form, as did the Old Girls. The points were gained as follows: N. Baird-5 S. DeWolf-4 J. Maclaren— 2 On October 18 at Elmwood, the Day girls defeated the Boarders by a score of 40-10. The inter-house matches were played as usual in the fall. Keller was the winner of both senior and intermediate tournaments.

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30 SAMARA SeKlo jUite G Mf. Section The River Dear Marion: They say you find out something new every day. I often wondered what my grand- mother did all day, and today, when my mother and I were hunting through the last of her possessions, I found out she had been an invalid the last two years of her life, and when we moved to our new house up the Rideau River a bit, she slept in the corner room with its huge windows. The view from there was lovely. Granny had always fancied herself an author— she was planning to take up writing when she got old and write a sen- sational novel. However, she never did get old; yet as she sat by her window all day she wrote down snatches of description of what she saw outside. These are what I found. Maybe she thought it would be published some day, like Pepys, Davy or something, I don ' t know, but I was never one to disobey the wishes of the departed, so I am sending them to you to see if you think they are worth bothering about. December 26: A group of skaters racing and twirling, falling, breathless; and then dashing over the ice as if blown by the chasing winds. The air was harsh, tearing and pulling their bright scarves and streaming hair. The sky reflected the blazing of yester- day, giving only a soft glow. The river was a smooth, grey, cold stone, the wind driving against it, making it smoother and barer, sweeping and whistling across it. January 8: Last night the snow fell, gliding silently, covering each filigree twig, weighing down each outstretched pine spray, and covering the wide, motionless river with an untouched, unbroken whiteness. There was no sound, the snow almost flowed, landing gently on the soft drifts. The great patches of it made the evergreens droop, as if sleeping, lulled by the ever whirling flakes, falling drowsily on, and on, in continuous motion. The darkness descended slowly, the whirhng stopped, the lights from the bridge sparkled on whiteness which caught their yellow glow. The air was clear, and from behind the snow- laden trees, I could hear the roar of the city. The bridge ' s shadow leaned silently towards the house— April 21: The mottled grey ice had been swept on by the racing water, the sky had changed, from winter gray, to the pale water- colour blue of spring. The air was steeped in the smell of fresh, brown mud and wet leaves, new buds, and melting ice. The first brownish- green grass was sprouting and the low bushes on the other side were wading in the flooding water; the birds have built a nest outside the window. This is such an exciting spring; everything is in such a hurry! The palest blue was in the water, and the fresh white spring clouds sailed on the ripples. The maple buds flew past the window, on their way to start growing, and the warm yellow sunlight thawed out the frozen ground. July 9: It is raining to-day, spattering and splashing against the window in a syncopated pattering rhythm. The sky was washed into the river, the colour was washed from the trees and the ground— everything was gray, everything was wet, the river sloshed and rippled as the sky emptied itself into it. August 14: The sun blazed on the water; the heat dulled the brain; the pulsing hum of the crickets made my eyelids droop; the drowsy ease at which the river moved, mean- dering along, resting in cool marshes, calmly gliding over the rocks, slipping and sliding, dazzled by every beating ray of the sun, made me nod, watching its aimless journey down to the sea, unhurried and calm. It was the lovely strong blue of the late summer, and already the goldenrod was showing splashes of bril- liant yellow on the opposite bank. Summer is almost over.