Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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Dear Henrietta Horseface.... Dear Henrietta Horseface, Do you have a solution for knee-socks whic h refuse to stay up? Knee-socks in Trouble. Dear In Trouble, Years of experience tell me that amputation a t the knee is the only answer. Dear Henrietta Horseface, What is happening to modern morality, Henri- etta? This morning as I looked out of my window I saw a school-girl wearing her tunic at a disgraceful length— it was at least three inches above the knee! Shouldn ' t such conduct be stopped? Horrified Citizen. Dear Horrified, It certainly should be! Regulations state quite clearl ' that all school tunics are to be worn from four to seven inches above the knee! Rest asured, this infraction of the rules will be corrected!

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Cassidy Clouse Cassidy Clouse was a quiet mouse, Who lived in a quiet peaceful house, Cassidy had little to do all day. But eat and sleep and frolic and play, He was old, and had fifteen grandchildren too, But there was nothing he liked better to do, Than scamper across to cellar floor, Or under the crack of the pantry door, Or up the walls of the clapboard house. Quiet, but playful was Cassidy Clouse, One day as he played in a big armchair, That stood some feet from the cellar stair. He was suddenly startled out of his wits, In fact he almost had seven fits, For a thundering crash and a high-pitched sound, iMade his hair stand straight and his head go round. But what do you think? The sound that he heard. Was made by neither a cat nor a bird. But an old piano quit out of tune. Which no one had played in many a moon. And on the piano lined up in a row, Were Cassidy ' s grandchildren and at the word go. They jumped on the keys and gleefully played, A thumpy and bumpy mouse serenade. And Grandfather Cassidy, no longer afraid, Bounced around to the sound that his grandchildren made. Jennifer Coyne. Christ-mas The children crowed with happy glee and gaily followed after Their kindly nurse who smiled to hear the sound of echoed laughter. Together trooped the scattered band along the lofty halls, And all the house was ringing to their merry, fluted calls. Mary straight and slender stood, her eyes alive and warm. Not woman nor child was she and yet her woman ' s heart was torn. Wistful and shy she dared to seek the glance of a soldier cold; A cousin back from the Spanish waic for Christmas, she ' d been told. Lounging in his oaken chair, his voice was low and gay. Yet in his eyes there lav a fear, held long and hard at bay. Candle-light, like molten gold, lay on his scarlet coat. His mocking eyes in laughter wild, were dark and heeded not. Suddent he glanced and caught her gaze and held it over long. Until from out the tall French doors they heard a ghost of song. The carollers were singing in the softly falling snow. They light and darkness gave to all, they sang of joy and woe. Yet deeper delved the searching glance of a child who trusted well Into the bitter heart of one who ' d known the depth of hell. A half-amused and gentle smile his cynic lips did bend. His frozen heart, a girl ' s first love like magic sweet did mend. He sipped his wine and slowly raised a lingering thoughtful eve, And then he laughed and threw his heart into the crvstal sky. Janet Uren, 5 A 28 The Canadian Nort-h 1 know a land Of the howling wind Where, rugged and torn, The spruce trees sway: Where the lakes ' crystal waves Are roused by the storms, And dashed against The barren, black rocks. The sun will never Warm up that land. And make it cozy And bright with nature ' s colors. Life is windy, stormy, yet quiet, Because this life never changes. Every day the moose Comes to the edge of the stream For a drink! The startled deer hides in the thickets. And wolves howl somewhere Far away, in a still winter night; The owl hoots. Forecasting the blizzard. Which will sweep over the mountains The next night. I know that North That Canadian North, That desolate, forsaken throne of our land.

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Dear Henrietta Horseface, The world fell about my ears last night when my boyfriend told me that we were through. The reas- ons he gave were a mixture of ice-cream (which I adore) and green serge. I have never written to a love-lorn column before but seeing your sympathetic face in the newspaper was like seeing a raspberry ice- cream cone in the desert. It happened while we were dancing the Frug and I was happily licking a winter- green ice-cream. It was one of those rare moments of supreme happiness. Suddenly he told me that he not only hates ice-cream but he has never been able to stand the colour green. Henrietta, I can ' t live without ice-cream. It ' s my one security in a shifting changing world, and furthermore, I ' m first! He has found Another from St. Joseph ' s who always wears blue and who has a passion for garlic pizzas! What shall I do? The Wearer of the Green. Dear Wearer, Having pondered your case, it came to me that the answer is to change your brand of ice-cream from wintergreen to pistachio. Dear Henrietta Horseface, I am a boy of fiffteen who luvs grene (prefirabely brite grene) butt my ma says to stay clere of girls who ware grene becuz girls who ware grene becum jelus very eesy. All the gurls I no ware blu and yelow. What can I due? A Grene Luver. Dear Grene Luver, See the above letter (Wearer of the Green). I have yet to see an avid ice-cream eater who is jealous. Her address is Sanctuary , Elmwood School. GEOMETRY Trapezaids and polygons, squares included too, I count among the postulates of which I wish I knew. To establish a fact either directly or not. Depends upon analysis of what I ' m being taught. Now this may seem quite simple to others in my class. But of myself especially, I ' m lucky if I pass, They say a triangle is made up of three sides. And that really depends on where the locus rides. Angles and their measurements present a problem too, Whether acute, obtuse, reflex or complimentary viewed, A gent, Pythagorous by name, invented once a theorem. To puzzle me I am sure, and add to my delerium. P.S.: After careful deductive reasoning of these basic geometric figures I have come to the conclu- sion that I must be a square. Karen Gillies, 5A.