Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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S A Ai A R A 27 DOWN 1. She ' s the tallest and often used as a cushion. 2. She ' s full of Chile Sauce . Favourite expression is calling people Nincom- poop. 3. Has a long pony tail and appears in the puzzle upside down. 4. The boss. 6. Is a horse fan. Has a little money in Grade 1. 7. Often looks as though she ' s just come from the Far North. Loves to chew her hair. Form 4C There are phrases which seem to go with the people in Form 4C. Geneve— ' Oh, no extra French this after- noon! and Will someone please invite me out? Debbie— Do stop playing with your hair. Martha— Flease don ' t tickle me! Marilyn— Always scribbling in class. Horses, horses, everywhere. Antoiiia— Oh boy, what a skater! Bang! ! Audrey — ' Can I please borrow a Kleenex? Miss Danhoj— ' Vwt your hands up please, and don ' t call out. Forms 2 and 3 Grades III and IV We take you now to Three and Four, The room where Alex minds the door. There ' s hard work done but lots of fun, With Lynn and Alex on the run To keep the girls in order. Georgina now and iMartha too Are in Grade IH, the only two; They work so hard at tables three— They want to pass their grade, you see. Louise, Nicole, Audrey and Claire Adake the others sit up and stare. Their ' riting really is so neat To read their work it is a treat That vou should sometime see. So if you pass quite near our class, Just step inside and see The nine at desks all working hard h.nd one in charge J.B. Transition and Form 1 Transition and one Are all full of fun Even after their work Has been done. Susan, Belinda, Penny and Pat Are splendid scholars, ril tell you that! Frances, Cathy, Joanie and Nancy Are all to Mrs. Watson ' s fancy. They are four that are five, And so much alive. Valerie and Ann both in Form 1, It might surprise you What they have done. Now this dear little group With a chuckle and smile Is a thrill and delight Making teaching worthwhile.

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26 SAMARA class so she would not be late for gym. Actually we really had our own gymnastic display each day when we watched Aiargaret sit down at her desk. Poor Cathy and Dacy; we still cannot understand why A-liss Reed did not want them to sit next to each other! Oh, and you couldn ' t forget our two invalids, could you? Carolyn with her nose bleeds (only happening between eraser chews, you understand) and Joan ' s falling teeth. Elsa was our naturally healthy gal always with the rosy cheeks and Heather our outdoor sport who even induced Miss Reed to go skating with her. Of course our main claim to fame was our afternoon at the movies, our reward for receiving those stripes. Talking about stripes and movies and shows, that reminds us of our quick performance of iVlama ' s little baby. — that was at Christmas. And thinking of Christmas, remember the fun we had work- ing out that 1920 Christmas greeting for Miss Reed? Ah yes and those dancing tips so we would be able to go to the first House Dance. But Julie is really our Jiver, isn ' t she, and Sheila represented us at the Formal. And Cydney is quickly developing a specialty of her own. We really must move on to 5C despite the wonderful times we had with you, 4A and so we say ' au revoir ' !. Love, Bothering Bouche Brown Famous Framer Frayne Hummer Hayley Happy Hopper Haughton Hiccup Higginson Longfoe Laidler Master Messer Mclllraith Negative No ' s Newsome Super Silly Strauss Hooligan Harrigan. Form Upper 4B (As seen through the eyes of Samuel Squirrel, an irregular member of the class.) I am Sammy Squirrel, the twelfth member of Form Upper 4B, and here are some of the things I can see every day— At the far end of the room sits Johanne Forbes proudly flashing her new dental retainers. In front of her is Sandy Constock with thoughts of Florida interrupting the flow of concentration on French verbs. Then comes Trudy Johnston vainly trying to remember the French word for the verb to go . It doesn ' t come easily. In the next line down the class we come upon Sisser Bunch, our classical scholar, hungrily reading the Danish version of To be or not to be — (under the desk, of course!) Then there is iVIarjorie, our artist, working on original ideas for the female form. iMargot and Sheila are making feeble efforts to do a spot of homework during Arithmetic class, each with one eye on the weary teacher. Wendy Cromar, our little Helper , is looking round vainly in search of someone in agonized need of help. Then there are Judy Reid, our scientist, and Rita Brown- ing who is eagerly looking forward to her next French lesson— (Here I may be wrong!) Then there are Vicky, the baby of the Form, and Mrs. Davis, who is a wonderful teacher and person— (though she is nervous about her nylons when I am scampering about on the floor.) Last of all is the ghostly but unseen member of the class, Mr. Intercom, whose sepulchred voice jerks the dreamers to atten- tion. Oh, I must not forget our new girl, Stephanie, who sits quite near my window. I shall miss my Upper 4B classmates during the holidays. They are such a nice bunch, and all yellow stripers. That ' s all for now, from— Samuel G. Squirrel. Form Lower 4B ACROSS 1. She ' s the form captain, but doesn ' t keep us quiet. 5. Favourite occupations are eating and draw- ing, especially at the wrong time. 8. A big Brownie with her head and tail missing. 9. Gets the bear hug at lunch time. Loves to read.

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28 SAMARA Walk on a Spring Day Spring is here and all along The road, I hear a robin ' s song Of warmth and joy and blooming earth; She sings the song of Nature ' s birth. I ' m walking through the garden now; In the breeze the blossoms bow,— They bend their fragile heads in prayer To thank The One who laid them there. Holly Ryan, Form 5C2. A Day in Paris iMy first day in Paris was perhaps the most memorable one of the twenty I spent there. I woke up full of curiosity, excitement and energy, thinking I could cover any number of museums, cathedrals, streets and parks. My hotel was near the Champs Elysees, and I started out by walking all the way up to the Arc de Triomphe. My great desire then was to cross the Place de I ' Etoile and go up in the Arc. Little did I know what French car drivers are like. I did not know that their greatest sport and pleasure is running over pedestrians. After several breath-taking attempts I successfully reached the middle where the Unknown Soldier ' s Grave is— there are usually flowers on the grave and a fire burns night and day. I took the lift up in the Arc, M ' hich is not very high, but I had an excellent view of the neighbouring blocks and streets, and I could easily see why the square is called the Square of the Star. Coming down I decided to cross the street together with a lady standing near me— and so I did— I walked across slowly and safely; two runover people would make too much mess on the car. Then I walked down to the Place de la Concorde which lies in front of the Tuileries Gardens. On my way, in the adjoining streets I found several fashion houses such as Fath and Dior. After a good look at the Seine I went on up to the Madeleine Church which was built by Napoleon who had a great love for classic architecture. In comparison with the outside with its beautiful columns I found the inside rather dark and empty. But an organ concert was just being held; it was the most beautiful organ music I have ever heard. I sat in the church longer than I had intended, and coming out in the sunshine I found it was nearly time for lunch. The streets were crowded with people, bicycles and cars. People of all ages, shapes, colours and languages were filling the side- walks. There were luxuriously dressed people, poorly dressed people, neat little schoolgirls with white hats and gloves and sloppily dres- sed so-called artists. All along the sidewalks there were cafes where people were drinking everything from water to absinthe. I sat down at the famous Cafe de la Paris which is opposite the Opera House. After great difficulties I got what I wanted; a coke. In France it is not coke but cokka-cola . Looking at the Opera House I found it larg e and impressive with its beautiful win- dows flanked by columns and its green cop- per roof. In front of it there is a large square in the middle of which are entrances to the subway and, beside them, stands where old women were selling flowers and papers and shouting to the passers-by. Policemen were waving their arms, blowing their whistles and quar- reling with each other and with the drivers of cars that had just crashed and were blocking the traffic. I soon learned that you cannot live in Paris without seeing at least one collision a day. After lunch I went to the Louvre, which is the old Tuileries Palace in which lived the king at the time of the Revolution. I at once set off in the direction of Venus and A4ona Lisa. I found Venus as beautiful and perfect as I had been told, but Mona Lisa was a disap-