Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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S A A I A R A 29 from the islands and the bays nearby it is a great friend. The two main industries are seahng and fishing. Each year in Alay the fishermen and their crews leave their hometown harbours on the fishing schooners, which have been moored all winter in the harbour. They sail for the fishing banks of Labrador. In late August or September they return with, most times, a good catch. The money these men who go down to the sea in ships get from the selling of their load of fish has to keep them and their families until the next spring when they will again go to do business in great waters. The sealing fleet leaves for the North in March. To most men this sport is a challenge and a great adventure. They return in May with usually bumper loads of furs and hides. This is a little about life in my home town. In many ways it is different from most people ' s home town. But the old saying No Place Like Home, still holds strong. Audrey Ashbourne, VC Keller Sundown The lake is smooth with only the faintest suggestion of a ripple on it. The mirrored trees wave silently back and forth with dis- connected lines in the murky deep. Tall, jagged pines, standing like sentinels in a seldom broken line along the even shores, are surmounted by peaks of misty dimensions. A loon laughs joyously, raucously, as it paddles around the lake, appearing and dis- appearing at will. Tiny golden fingers probe the long, spread branches, making the lake look dusty brown. The sun sinks slowly, glowing red, drawing after it its blanket, the night. The rim slides unnoticed over the edge of the world, and the ever-waiting night shadows all in its starry, billowing cloak. Sheila McCormick, VB Keller On Leaving Elmwood Good-bye dear school. The time has come to part; But though I wander far afield, I leave with you my heart. Happy days, and sad ones Spent within your fold, How hard it is to go away. And leave you to grow old. But I must go and seek a life From all that I hold dear; And I shall ever leave behind My happiest moments here. So with a sad and backward glance At scenes that are a part of me, I disappear from out it all; Good-bye dear school, so kind to me. Diane Boyd, VI Upper Keller Wherever I may wander, and Whatever I may do, I ' ll ne ' er forget the good times here — My youthful days with you: The memories of past and present: The days that now are gone: The memories that can ' t be taken. For they ' re a prize I ' ve won. Leslie Anne Jackson, VI Upper Nightingale On leaving school I will be sad, Not only I, but all 6 Upper — There will be times we would be glad If we could down an Elmwood supper! Years we have worn green socks and tie But never more shall we be seen — Our Motto, Highest of the High — In green serge tunics on Sparks and Queen! I hope that you will think of us. As I will always think of when We day girls went to school by bus. And boarders paced in their small pen! Patsy Knowlton, VI Upper Keller

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28 SAMARA Western States. It was plain to see that these boys had spent many an hour practising their different tricks and stunts. After these exciting events were over, we were driven back to our hotel rooms, where we had a bird ' s eye view of the 1951 Stampede Parade. This parade was the most fascinating one that I had ever seen. It was four miles long and took two hours and fifteen minutes to pass. Very soon after it had gone by the Alayor told us that we were going to be treated to what they called a Calgary Stampede Supper. We were driven a few miles out of Calgary to a very luxurious ranch. Here the hired men had set up tables and eating utensils. Not very far from them was a fire with a spit over it; close by this were hundreds of buffalo steaks ready to be cooked on the spit. This was really a western supper and we filled ourselves as full as possible. Time passed very quickly, and as it grew dark, we decided that it would be wise to return to the city in order that we be on time to view the 1951 Grandstand Show. We sat in the A Iayor ' s private seats again, and since the stage had been set up directly in front of us, we had a wonderful view of all the pro- ceedings. This was the most thrilling grand- stand show that I had ever witnessed, and from the minute it was over I knew it would long remain in my mind. After it was finished we went back to our hotel rooms and crawled into the comfortable beds, tired, but feeHng happy. As I lay in bed that cool summer night, I thought over the day ' s happenings. The conclusion I came to was that it was not often that a girl of my age has the privilege of viewing so many dif- ferent things in one day. I also knew that I would never forget the 1951 Calgary Stampede. AIarion Welbourn, 5C Fry Twillingate Between my home town and the North Pole there is nothing but thousands and thousands of miles of icy blue waters and Arctic glaciers, which look like floating mountains. Twillingate Island consists of two large islands, which are connected by a concrete bridge at a narrow tickle . Although the two islands are quite large, the population is quite small and scattered. There are sixteen little hamlets or villages around the seacoast, and one larger one which is called Twillingate. Each village has a name such as Crow Head, which was named so because of the number of crows that fly around the salt water, near the cove, each year; and Robin ' s Cove, Ragged Point, Paradise, and Blow Me Down. The town of Twillingate takes up a very small part of one island and a very small part, right across the harbour, of the other island. The harbour is one of the safest in Newfound- land and often when a vessel is caught in a storm it rushes full speed ahead for Twillin- gate Harbour. In Twillingate there is only one main gravel road which runs right through the town. Outside the town there are other narrow, gravel roads which connect the nearby coves and harbours. The homes of the Twillingaters are built in fields on one side of the road, on the other side is the sea. As the roads are very bad, one would not expect to find many cars or trucks. But no one likes to walk a long distance in this generation, so cars and trucks have become very popular. Last year there were about eighty cars and trucks on the island. The main public places are a small post office, telegraph and wireless office, theatre, fourteen stores, three quite well-equipped schools and six churches. One of the churches on the North Island is very large and is painted a gleaming white. It stands on a high hill overlooking the Harbour. As it is often said, if a vessel is coming into harbour, and cannot find its way to safety because of rocks or shoals, it should proceed forward, right towards the direction of the church. The hospital at Twillingate plays a very great part in the life of Newfoundlanders on the North Coast. It is a large gray structure at the bottom of a hill and directly behind it is the New Nurses ' Residence. To the people

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30 SAMARA A New Boarder ' s First Letter Home (10 miles away) Dear A4ummy and Daddy, My, I wish you were here! It is so lonely here without you. Really the girls here are so mean to me and they are very disagreeable. Please come and take me home soon. I don ' t like the meals and the beds aren ' t like my dear little bed at home. All the girls roar around and leave me out of everything. You should see my roommate! I hardly ever see her and she is always doing bad things like sneaking out of the room at night, and she never leaves the room tidy. Even in classes they never pay any attention to me, and it is so awful. Some- times they even laugh at me because I do other things and not what they do . . . .! (etc., etc. — 4 pages later). Oh, I am so lonely. Please come and see me soon and write every day. Give my love to darling pussy. Your lonely little petunia, Elizabeth. Next Week ' s Letter Hi, This is just a short quick note, ' cause I am in an awful rush. The kids are swell. We are just about to put a mouse in one of the teachers ' desks! Ha, ha! Guess what we had for supper? Yum, Yum, tapioca pudding! Bye. Liz. P.S. Got a couple of bad marks for breaking bounds and going to the tuck! L. Sally Wright, VC Fry Iambic Pentameter It is the second of November, cold. The trees stand bare, denuded of their leaves. And sway like giant brooms upturned in air. The ground all cold and hard, awaits the snow Which like a never-ending blanket looks. And lets the earth retire in wanted rest. When winter slowly comes and covers earth. There stand the trees all cased in crystal glass. Sue DeWolf, VI Upper Keller The Governor-General Joins the Bloods As we bumped along the old dirt road, in the distance we could see the flickering of hundreds of camp fires. If we leaned out of the car window, we could hear the thump of the tom-toms in the distance. My family and I were going to see the Indian camp at Stand-OfT, near Macleod, Al- berta, where the next day the Governor- General would be made an honorary chief of the Blood Indians. When we came to a turn in the road, we started straight up the hills, right toward the camp fires. Several times we passed an old Indian cart, or some young Indians riding their ponies along the roadside. Finally we came up to the camp, and parked the car. The teepees were in a large circle, and around each of them were five or more dogs. Their howling frightened me so, I re- treated to the car where I knew they would not venture. From most of the teepees came the familiar sound of the tom-tom and from where I was I could see the shapes of the dancers inside. Every once in a while, a loud shrill yell would be heard from one of the happy people. After we had got a good look at the camp in the dark we decided we had better start back, as it was pitch black outside and it was hard to find the old dirt roads leading back to town. Next day after dinner, we went back to the camp. The white tents outlined against the brown of the hills and blue of the sky made a lovely picture as we started once more into the hills. We arrived early and had plenty of time to look around. Several of the larger teepees were painted with designs. If you gave the Indians a cigarette or some money, they would tell you what the designs meant. All of these teepees were made of skins, and were very skilfully painted. In the middle of the camp was a platform and at each corner was a Union Jack, and a Mountie standing underneath in his scarlet uniform.