Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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30 SAMARA the middle. She put her face to the rim and gazed in, Oh! she cried when she saw the contents, How beautiful! At the bottom of the vase wa s a little lane fringed with trees and flowers. High on a hill was a castle, glistening in the sunlight. There were wild deer running through the forest and swans swimming on the little blue lake. Everything was so beautiful. Soon a little pixie came trotting along and said to Alice: You must follow me. I have come to take you to the castle. The next thing Alice knew was that she was walking along the draw- bridge to the castle. She was ushered into a room which seemed like a royal bedroom. Six ladies-in- waiting were there and they soon began to dress her in rich robes and to do her hair. They told her she was to be Princess for a day and was to rule the castle. After they had finished dressing her she was led to a large dining-hall, where a feast had been prepared. As she entered the room everyone bowed and waited till she had seated herself before they did so. The feast was magnificent, the table was set with duck, suckling pig, fruit, wine and many other delicacies. When the meal had ended she was taken to her carriage which had six white horses pulling it. It carried her to the village where she met all the village people and sat on a throne on the village green while the people sang and danced for her. Soon she had to leave them and return to the palace where she changed her dress. This time she wore a gold dress with diamonds in her hair. She was going to attend a meeting of her lords and barons. She was led to a large hall, where many gentlemen stood waiting for her. They were all introduced and soon the meeting be- gan. The Barons were having trouble with their servants about their wages. Could Prin- cess Alice give them more money? Alice thought for a moment, then she asked the treasurer: How much money do we have in the treasury? We have exactly four hundred thousand eight hundred and ninety . . . Alice! Alice! wake up dear. I ' m home. Alice sat up rubbing her eyes, to see her mother standing beside her with a cup of hot cocoa and some cookies. You have been asleep a long time. Have you been dreaming? Oh, yes, Aiother! I had a wonderful dream, replied Alice. Judy Carter From a Cottage Window From a cottage window in the early morn- ing you can see all the beauty of the country- side. The pale sky, awaiting dawn, that lovely sight; a few animals coming to drink at the forest pool; but they all seem waiting for something. Then the sun rises in all its glory, its beams coming up through the trees on the horizon, and all the countryside becomes alive. In the trees birds stretch their wings and fly ofl in search of food, while the fledg- lings which remain in the nest wait expect- antly for the sight of the parent birds return- ing with perhaps a wriggling worm in their beaks, just enough to make a lovely breakfast for the patient young ones. In the forest all the animals, deer, rabbits, otters and beavers by the forest pool are searching for food. What is that dark shape which runs across the field and dashes into the pool just underneath the window? It is cer- tainly a weasel which catches and eats fish when it can find nothing else. This struggle for food and play will most certainly go on throughout the day for some animals, but, for most, dusk is the signal to hunt. As soon as dusk comes the day animals retire to their burrows and the birds to their nests. As the last glimmer of light disappears over the horizon an almost heavenly peace descends on the countryside. But, soon from the window could be seen, by the rising light of the moon, dark shapes in the forest. The badger comes out only at night to search for food; the owl may be heard from a lone tree

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S A A R A 29 Name Nickname Favorite Expression Ambition Probable Destination Sue Berry Bears I ' m in a lousy mood! To break into the men ' s residence at Queen ' s. Washwoman at men ' s residence at Queen ' s. Joney Flesher Jeff The boards are clean, Mrs. Routliffe To get married. Single. Diane Hayes Didi Tough Break! Jane Roger Rodge What did ya say? Lynn Douglas Lynnie-Poo Bad News! To get through grade 9 Put back into grade 8 Sandra Booth San Yes, girls! To go around Staying in Ottawa. Karen Loeb Loebie Oh Mrs. Stephen To learn to speak French. French table at Elmwood. Janice Greenberg Greenie You ' re kidding! Nurse Mental Institution. Sandra Radcliffe Rad Sure, Hayes! An Interesting Character Beethoven was a classical composer . He wrote music according to definite patterns and rules. Some of the young composers, like Haydn, felt that these rules were too strict, because they did not allow a composer to ex- press his own ideas. These young composers are called romantic . Beethoven was really both classical and romantic, for he was able to keep the rules, while expressing his own ideas beautifully. At this time Beethoven was more famous in Vienna as a pianist than as a composer. Many times when he played for society, his listeners would weep because his music was so beautiful. This annoyed Beetho- ven, for he thought that if people liked his music, they would applaud and not weep. It was now 1801. Beethoven was only thirty-one years old, and he was beginning to make a name for himself. Life would have been a joy to the composer if it had not been for the terrible secret which he alone knew. He had told no one, not even his closest friends. He, Beethoven, was about to lose his dearest possession, his hearing. He had seen many doctors, but they could promise noth- ing. Beethoven lived many years more, but finally the great man fell seriously ill and lay dying in his bed. Outside there was a storm of lightning and thunder. Inside, the dying- Beethoven suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his right hand and looked up for several seconds with his fist clenched. His raised right hand then fell to the bed, his eyes closed, he breathed no more! Ludwig Van Beethoven, great composer, giant among musicians, was dead. Sue Berry The Castle As Alice sat on the couch reading her book the clock over the fireplace struck three and she looked up, but, instead of looking at the clock, her eyes fell upon the three enorm- ous pink vases on the mantelpiece. They had always fascinated her and she longed to know what they contained. Soon AHce was thinking of a plan to find out. When Mother goes out in a minute, she thought, I can peep inside . At ten minutes past three Alice ' s mother went out and Alice waited till she was out of sight. Then she ran to the mantelpiece, and lifted the lid off the largest vase, the one in

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S A M A R A 31 Intermediate Art by .Margaret Watson, 5C in the field. Then the moon reaches her full power and for a moment we think it is day for we may see the beautiful countryside. Yes, it is beautiful in spite of the life and death struggle in the forest; it is beautiful, from a cottage window. MiCHFXE Betts Is Money the Root of All Evil? Money and power have often been the framers of history, and have many times de- cided the course of history throughout the ages, because of their stranglehold upon hu- man nature. It was for money that Judas Iscariot betrayed Jesus, for money that the Son of Man was delivered into the hands of his enemies. In the same way, it is for money that the world forsakes her principles. It is always easier to put the blame on the object behind which the fault hes, rather than to admit that the doer of the crime is the guilty one. I think that such is the case with money. We thoughtlessly condemn it before we have time to realize that the blame rests upon the misuser, rather than upon the mis- used. One common misuser of money is the miser. The more he gets, the more he saves. When he eventually dies of starvation (over his money-bags) not a penny of his fortune is willed to the poor. There are men who crave money so much that they would desert all principle to lay hold of it. It seems that there must always be a Judas in the world somewhere. The snob is another money misuser. He is always judging — sorting those who have money as valuable acquaintances and those who have not as beneath contempt. Snobbery is usually the product of an inferiority com- plex — it is easier to understand and help a snob if one remembers that he feels uncom- fortable and unwanted, and so tries to make himself above others. Since he can seldom achieve this through his intellectual and social gifts, he must try to make an impression on others with his money. The person who gives away his earthly riches to comfort a sick or destitute neighbour is truly rich. He knows that by his act of self- denial he has attained true spiritual manna. Money is never ours. It is God ' s. Those who have money possess a powerful instrument with which they may do either good or evil. They have a great responsibility, a debt to repay to God. It is up to them to use their power in a manner by which mankind may prosper. If we think of money in this respect it can never be the root of all evil. Money in