Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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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SAMARA 27 crows, the corn grew; as he shot the crows, the corn was harvested; and as his son was born, the corn reproduced. Day has never failed to come. I see the first ghmmer of light as it peeps over the horizon. I watch the darkness slowly vanish and the yellow sun thrust its glorious colour through- out the valley. The farmer appears at his door- way, scans the sky and smiles. He works all day in the fields, and as the sun sinks slowly in the west, turns homeward. Darkness draws around, stillness is everywhere, and the earth is asleep. The day will come, the corn will seed, day will pass, corn will grow, and, as the day will end, so will the corn be harvested. Yes, I believe all the phases of life follow the same pattern of life as the corn I guard. He spoke no more, and I awoke. I had been told a strange story concerning things I had never thought of before. When I arrived home. Father informed me he needed my help in the morning. It was time for harvest, so the scarecrow was coming down. Meg Reynolds, 5B Keller The Calgary Stampede Last July my father and I were invited as guests of the Mayor of Calgary to attend the Calgary Sta mpede. We departed by plane bright and early one morning from Edmonton, which is our home town, and arrived at the Calgary airport two hours later. Here we were met by the Mayor and a few of the officials who were connected with the Stampede. After being introduced to every one of them we were driven to the Hotel Palliser where two rooms had been reserved for us. We said good-bye to the welcoming party and they arranged to pick us up about one o ' clock in the afternoon. Later on in the morning. Dad and I decided to go for a short stroll to view all the goings- on. The whole city was one blaze of colour. On each street corner there was an imitation corral made from painted brown logs, while inside it, made from cardboard coloured to suit, was a cowboy on a bucking bronco. There were many different coloured streamers hanging from the windows of the buildings and around each street pole were twisted pieces of tinted paper. On top of the Canadian National Railway Station in huge, red block letters was written, Howdy Partner, Wel- come to Canada ' s Stampede of the Year. Every car that whizzed by seemed to catch our eye. It was not because of the colour nor make, but because of the licence plates. Every- one of them seemed to be from a different province or state; yes, this stampede certainly was a great attraction in the West. Every- where we looked, we could never miss seeing the flashy coloured shirts of the cowboys, or hearing the clinking of spurs on the pavement. As we walked on we noticed, about a block in front of us, a crowd of people standing around something. Going to investigate, we found them gathered around an old chuck- wagon. At the back of this wagon stood two cowboys, one frying bacon and the other flipping flapjacks. Here we got a perfectly good meal free. The idea was to take one of the paper plates, which were set on a table near by, and stand in line to await our turn. When we got to the front, onto our plates were flipped two pancakes and a few strips of bacon. To top off this western hospitality we were each given a cowboy pin with the in- scription, Welcome to the Calgary Stam- pede. After this wholesome meal, we decided to go back to the hotel and get cleaned up before our hosts returned for us. They arrived shortly after one o ' clock, and informed us that the first item on the afternoon program was going to the exhibition grounds to view the chuck- wagon races. When we arrived at the stadium we were ushered to the Mayor ' s privat e box seats which were right down in the very front. The different heats were run off and every single one of them was exciting. The winner who was from the State of Montana was presented with the first prize: three thous- and dollars. Next we viewed the bronco riding and roping. Most of the competitors in this event were American cowboys from the