Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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PREFECTS Front Row: IngridGluzman, Brenda Firestone, Mrs. Stephen, Senior Mistress; Mrs. Blyth, Audrey Laidler, Mardie Aldous; Back Row: Lynne Williamson, Kate Scott, Candi Schwartzman, DeblDie Monk, Molly Blyth, Pam Foote. School Officers 1 965 Head Girl: Audrey Laidler Senior Prefects , Brenda Firestone House Heads FRY Mardie Aldous Keller Debbie Monk Candi Schwartzman Nightingale Ingrid Gluzman Head Boarder , Debbie Monk Candi Schwartzman Prefects Ingrid Gluzman, Brenda Firestone Audrey Laider, Mardie Aldous, PamFotte, Molley Blyth, Debbie Monk, Candi Schwartzman, Kate Scott, Lynn Williamson. Sports Captain . Kate Scott Samara Staff Editors Janice Pratley Margot Rothwell . Caroline Jones . Margot Rothwell Lindsay Bishopric Advertising Art Editors Committee

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Head Mistress Letter Dear Elmwood, Although some of the days may have seemed long in themselves, this year has gone like the v ind, hasn ' t it? Is it possible that you have completed another school year, perhaps even your 1 a s t at Elmwood? Could it really be twelve months ago that you came back from your summer holidays to see the new lockers and tennis courts, to meet so many new girls and to make so many new friends, When I turn back the pages of the diary which I have been trying (not always too successfully) to keep, I think about how much we have done and what a wonderful year it has been. Do you rememlser our week-end trip to Stratford - the sunrise as we sped along in the bus and the horses at Vickie ' s farm? There have been other highlights too: The Nutcracker Suite and My Fair Lady : Chopin at the Captial: our Christmas play and party: the bazaar for Sui Sang with all the jellied horrors of the horror-house: the Juniors ' Mardi Gras party and that bag of candies that would not burst: our visit to Cairine ' s sugar-bush: the Folk-Mass at St, George ' s and our guitars at prayers. As a background to all this there has been a constant pattern of hard work for you. Nowdays you hear much about how tough school-work is getting and what a high standard is required of students. Most of you listen and do your best; some of your best is very good indeed, for you know that pleasure and duty are two sides of one bright coin and we cannot have one side without the other. If we do con- centrate on the fun side only, sooner or later we shall regret the time that we have wasted. We often have to say No to pleasure, even when it is most attractive, if we are going to be women who have much to give rather than women who only want to get. So keep on working as hard as you can, but keep on laughing too, for the world needs all the sense of humour you can possibly give it. Here is a poem which I think you will enjoy. Remember that Balaam ' s ass stopped quite obstinately for an angel which his master, Balaam, just could not see: DONKEYS ' DELIGHT Ten mortal months I courted. Then I passed to a Master A girl with bright hair. Who is higher in repute, Unswerving in my service Trusting to find justice As the old lovers were. At the world ' s root Almost she had learned to call me With rigid fast and vigil Her dear love. But then Silence and shirt of hair. One moment changed the omens. She was cold again. For carelessly, unfairly. With one glance of his eyes A gay light-hearted Sailor Bore away the prize, Unbought, which I had sought with Many gifts and sighs. The narrow way to Paradise I walked with care. But carelessly, unfairly. At the eleventh hour there came, Reckless and feckless Without a single claim, A dare-devil, a ne ' er-do-well Who smelled of shag and gin; Before me (and far warmer Was his welcome) he went in. In stern disdain I turned to The muses ' service then, To seek how the unspeakable Could be fixed by a pen. Not to flinch though the ink that I must use, they said. Was my dearest blood, nearest My heart, the richest red. I obeyed them, I made them Many a costly lay Till carelessly, unfairly, A boy passed that way Who set ringing with his singing All the fields and lanes; They gave him their favour Lost were all my pains. I stood still in the chill Of the Great Morning Aghast. Then at last --Oh, I was late in learning- - I repented, I entered Into the excellent joke. The absurdity. My burden Rolled off as I broke Into laughter; and soon after I had found my own level; With Balaam ' s ass daily Out at grass I revel Now playing, now braying Over the meadows of light, Our soaring, creaking GLORIA, Our donkeys ' delight. C.S. Lewis Your affectionate friend and headmistress 3

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EDITORIAL Dear Elmwood, Well! We have completed another busy year at Elmwood. While observing our old traditions we have at the same time, tried to keep pace with the changing world. We have enriched our learning by attending concerts and p] ys varying in scope from the Messiah and Richard 11 to the Beach Boys and Hamlet in inodern dress. For the first time this year we have experimented with bands to play at our dances. This was so successful that we hope to continue the practice in the future. Also next year we intend to extend our extra-curricular activities to include violin lessons which may lead to an Elmwood girls orchestra. Success is naught: Endeavour ' s all. This is our school motto and one which we all try to live up to. Think about it and let it be your guide Love to you all Janice Pratley Margot Rothwell