Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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S A A I A R A 25 work, but made up for it with exercises. Dur- ing the last term, Miss Jessop taught us many square dances, which we enjoyed thoroughly. Skiing and Skating The rink this year was made on the tennis courts quite successfully, where Miss Cho- quette gave lessons every Tuesday and Wed- nesday afternoon. Miss Jessop took the girls skiing at Rockcliffe Park every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, and sometimes took the boarders to the Gatineau on the week-ends. Tennis Last fall and again this spring many Elm- woodians have made use of the tennis courts; a tournament is in progress at present. Senior Basketball Team Forwards: Suzette DeWolf (captain), Diane Boyd, Norma Baird, Margaret Boehm, Jen- nifer Woollcombe, Jill Edward. Guards: Wendy Quain, Pat Knowlton, Leslie Anne Jackson, Jane Alulholland, Janet Law- son, Catherine Prudham. School Tennis Team 1st Single — Wendy Quain. 2nd Singles— Shelagh Macoun. 3rd Singles — Sally Wright. Doubles — Suzette DeWolf, Diane Boyd. Dactylic Tetrameter Loud the ball crashing to ceiling, To the floor again, and bouncing; Now through net, by hand too urgent. Now the server hits o ' er boundary. Team-mates cheering loud, then softer When a point they chance to fumble — Plunging this way, to fall that way. Tired and weary players tripping Over feet and balls and bodies — Suddenly the shrilling whistle Ends the game with losers smiling! Sue DeWolf, VI Upper Keller Advance ! Courage! was the urgent shout, Be brave! from comrades near — Cries of Onward! from without. And to their allies, farewells dear. With faces long, of whitish hue. They faced their Head, en masse; With papers in both hands clenched blue, Orders which would soon be passed. Whispers silenced through the room When all received their plans, A picture of heart-rending gloom. They picked up pens to write exams. Wendy Quain, VI Upper Keller

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24 SAMARA Sports Captains, 1951-1952: School — Suzette DeWolf. Fry — Jill Edward. Nightingale — Margaret Boehm. Keller— Suzette DeWolf. Sports Day 1951 Fortunately we were provided with a nice day for the sports last year, and everything went smoothly. The cups were awarded as follows: Senior Sports Cup — Margaret Cameron. Intermediate Sports Cup — Shirley Thomas. Junior Sports Cup — Susan Hislop. Preparatory Sports Cup — Louise Hayley. Interhouse Sports Cup — Keller. Basketball This year, unlike last, we played a grand total of six games outside the school. Our first was against Nepean, whom we beat 13 to 10, in a thrilling and extremely close game. Next came our annual game against Hatfield Hall. This was played in the Queen ' s University Gymnasium. However, it was their turn to win, and win they did, 38 to 20. Aftenvards, they kindly treated us to a most welcome dinner at the hotel in Kingston. Much to our pleasure, we had a chance to play Carleton College in December, and added another win to our list, 18 to 13. Our next game was played with Buckingham High School. Although we were defeated miserably, 26 to 18, we played a good game. However, the junior team re- deemed us by winning their game easily, 56 to 6. Carleton challenged us again and got their revenge with a 15 to 8 win. Our sixth and final game this year was against the Y.W.C.A., which we enjoyed very much but lost 23 to 13. At the beginning of the year the Juniors played an evenly matched game with RockclifTe Public and obtained their first win, 19 to 12. Badminton This year we played off the house and school badminton in one tournament. Wendy Quain was the Senior Singles winner for the second year, and paired with Pat Knowlton to win the Doubles again. The Junior winners were as follows: Singles — Sally Wright. Doubles — Jane Mulholland and Sheila Mc- Cormick. Gym Due to the new indoor baskets, we played a lot of basketball during our gym periods, much to our delight. We did little apparatus

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26 SAMARA Senior Jliten a if Section Reqiiiescat Farewell, viy King: Blessed are you auiong men— Frofu sea to sea, From pole to pole, To every little corner of this earth Your grace and mercy spread Till ive, your subjects overseas, Full of love For you and all you stood for, Dared proudly to stand and say To all the ivorld. Friend and foe alike, ' ' He was ours, ' ' our very own; Our symbol of what we think is right- Farewell, my King! Diana Fraser, VI Upper Fry Seedtime and Harvest This is a story I could not tell, and you could not tell. A scarecrow told it to me. It was autumn, a warm day in September, and I was eight. I don ' t know why, but I chose this day to walk down our path, leap over the gate, and wander in and out of the giant stocks of corn. After walking for a long time, I came to a clearing where I saw a scarecrow. He was an old acquaintance whom I had helped model and dress annually for many years. Father had explained that he would be placed in the cornfield to scare the crows, and here he was. I was tired; the warm sun, the soft green grass, and the rampart of stalks afforded the most comfortable resting place, so I curled up at the foot of the scarecrow and fell fast asleep. This is the story the scarecrow told me: Every year for the past twenty-five years I have guarded this cornfield. I have watched the seeding, the growing and the harvesting of the corn. I have seen human life come and go, and watched the dawn and sunset of each day, following the same cycle of development as my corn. Each year I notice the change in my human friends. All have unrolled one year of their life and some I miss, for they have gone. But as dawn follows every sunset, so does a new life replace death. I remember young Peter Brown used to be friends with the crows in the field. Once when one had a broken wing he tended it until the bird could fly. He loved the young crows and they knew no fear of him. While ' he was young he came annually to help them. Then one year when he was brave and strong, he came early in the morning, and shot them. He often brought a young lady then. His interests were all on her and he cursed the noisy crows. How he had changed! They married, and now I watch Peter ' s son who feeds the crows. Peter ' s maturing is similar to the growth of the corn. As he fed the