Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

Page 25 text:

SAMARA ELMWOOD 23 Jennifer tries very hard as a rule, Lynn ' s dog called Darkie comes with her to school, Claire ' s writing ' s improving, I ' m happy to tell, Marilyn loves acting and paints very well; Margot is growing up beautifully tall, Miss Danhof is there to look after them all. Transition and Form I Transition and I is the youngest form With only eleven enrolled; Their ages range from 4 to 8 Excepting Miss Hale, I ' m told. Ann ' s a terrific form captain. Always in a wonderful mood, And Diana is also busy, (But usually at eating the food!) Janet ' s a first class singer. And may some day enter the Met , While Evva ' s a little more shy. And her heart on good marks is set! Georgina ' s our skating champ. And is always in the pink, While Judy of the twinkling eyes Is helping Miss Hale on the rink. Jane is always willing to help And loves to make others smile, While Valerie is beaming bright Or fixing the books in a pile. 6tf f£. (LisiN b eeccf Martha ' s a welcomed addition. Whose reading is certainly good While Linda ' s just as kind as can be And would help everyone if she could. Belinda is quite the youngest. Although she ' s grown so tall; The others just adore her. And Miss Hale loves them all.

Page 24 text:

22 SAMARA Lesley G r — collecting China dogs and horses; is it ever keen ; secretary; keeping bulls out of the China shop. Merida Woodbum— riding; Oh, I do not ; doctor; wife and have three children. Heather Hy 7? d777mi —stamp collecting; I dun- no ; nurse; doctor ' s secretary. Joa7i Berry— drawing models; Shoot lamar ; astronomer; model in Mars. Beverly Mitchell— reading; Oh, brother ; policewoman; head of the force. Mrs. D vw— telling stories; stop fidgeting ; to go back to England; teaching in England. Form IV B One night the IV B Form mistress was dreaming of her class of angels when suddenly all their sparkling halos turned to little white horns, not the really bad horns, just the mis- chievious kind. Here are some of the things IV B were doing instead of writing their last exam. The Form captain, Margaret Laidler, was practically falling out of her chair reaching for the pencil sharpener. Behind her Cathy Mc- Ilraith was trying to munch her peanuts quietly while Elsa Frayne was adjusting the Venetian blind and busily braiding the cord. On the Lower IV B side of the room, Wendy Cromar seemed to be solving problems by exercising her snap-back pencil. Judy Reid was having trouble reading the mystery book on her lap with one eye on the teacher. Sisser Bunch had again forgotten her glasses and was creeping up to the board to see what the exam questions asked. Sandra Comstock, the only boarder, was being very secretive behind her loose-leaf binder. In the front seat of the next row. Sheila MacTavish was trying for marks by designing a new time-table. Behind her, Rita Browning was twirling her pencil like a baton while Margot Toller, the Assistant Form Captain, was setting back her watch hoping for more time. Georgia Gale was feeling artistic and was doing an inky finger painting on her exam. On the far side of the room, Marjorie Feller was creating a new hair style, much to the interest of Sarah Price who was making elaborate fiourishes on her paper just trying to make her pen work. Writing exams seemed to be making Helen Heighington hungry for she was chewing her new eraser. Back in the far corner, Johanne Forbes was frantically scanning the map of Europe in search of Ot- tawa. Five members of the form weren ' t among the fallen angels, for Susanne Book, Cristina Plate, Brenda Saunders, Ann and Judy Scharf had left for various other parts of the world. Suddenly iMiss MacCallum awoke, hoping that her class didn ' t really have the white horns! Form IV C Nine little girls were in Form IV C Nine little girls, as happy as could be. Then, one fine day, sad to relate, Lindsay went away and then there were eight. Eight little girls learned 6 times eleven ,— Then A-larta left, and so there were seven. Seven little girls, full of funny tricks, Sisser went to IV B, and then there were six. Six little girls, as busy as can be— ( ' Tis said they ' r e working very well in Form IV C). Angelica, Teresa, and Anne, Elizabeth, Caroline, Jane,— These are the six, The jolly little six, The happy little six, That remain with Miss Shand. Forms II and III Grades III and IV— they are busy all day. They do lots of work but there ' s still time for play. Roxie on skates smoothly glides o ' er the ice, Alex made a basket which looks very nice, Audrey ' s improving her reading a lot, Antonia ' s the only boarder we ' ve got; Debbie is always qijick changing for gym, Cynthia lustily joins in each hymn;

Page 26 text:

24 SAMARA The Lucky Charm Now I do not want you to think that I beheve in Fairy godmothers, but the story of a young Arab boy named Zuhab certainly fascinated me. There was nothing very outstanding about him. His father was poor and his mother had an endless job of keeping their goat-hair tent clean. She was busily engaged with her num- erous children. Nor were the surroundings of their meagre home outstanding. The tent was pitched amongst gypsy tents in a grove of umbrella pine trees. Zuhab ' s father, Shamman, for the sake of his family decided against leading a nomadic life. The family home was, therefore, usually near the Syrian-Lebanese boundary, not far from Damascus. Unfortunately Shamman had to con- descend to begging from the well-to-do. Zuhab, therefore, learned the art of begging at an early age. He used to wander up and down the cobblestone streets, by the mosques and through the noisy bazaars begging from every well-dressed English or American tour- ist he saw. Nothing made him more angry than a parsimonious tourist, with more money in his pockets than Zuhab could ever dream of possessing. The young boy had a special treatment for this type of tourist. He would follow and pester the particular traveller until he would succeed in annoying the poor chap out of a few cents. However, he would never fail to give his best smile of thanks to the tourist. Then the young man of the world, looking every minute of his nine years, would strut down the aisle of bickering money changers to exchange the coins for Syrian currency. He had to be careful to choose a kindly money changer who would not mind exchanging the small sum of money. Then off he would go to the open bazaar to buy some sweetmeats. One day when Zuhab was busily begging, he felt suddenly very sleepy. I guess it was because the sun was especially bright and he had sat the previous night outside the tent, trying to count the stars. Anyway he sat down on the step of a public fountain and began to practise smiling. First he would smile normally, then he would crinkle his eyes and tilt his head, looking up at an imaginary tourist, through the corner of his eyes. This smile seemed to have the most results when he was begging. While he was busily practising his smile, he heard a laugh. Zuhab looked up rather sheepishly as he realized he had been sitting by the fountain for fi ve minutes. His eyes came to rest on an American lady. Somehow Zahub did not feel like begging from such a fine and gentle looking lady. He just could not take his eyes off her. Suddenly he realized her guide was asking him to pose for a picture which the lady wanted to take. Apparently Zuhab ' s favourite smile had won her heart. At first he looked a trifle dubious, but when he saw that the lady had something for him, he promptly obeyed. Anyway, he liked all the attention he was attracting from the people passing by. When the picture was taken, the lady handed Zuhab a small charm on a chain. The guide translated the lady ' s words to him. Keep this, my smiling friend, and some day, in some way, you will be famous . Zuhab did not quite understand the mean- ing of what the kind lady had said, but he always kept the small charm fastened around his wrist. He was still wearing it when he began working on his first job on his fifteenth birthday. If you had looked at Zuhab, it would have been hard to distinguish him amongst such a sea of goats ' heads and backs. Yes, his job was tending goats. Each morning, at sunrise, he would gather the goats from his various employers ' homes and take them to the hills to graze. Some day he hoped to have his own herd of goats which he would walk to market. By the time they vould reach the market some fifteen miles away, his goats would be healthy and fat. (This is a common