Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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CANADA I know of a land Haunted by few dreams, With few neighbours But many friends. I know of a people With many races, And life diversified. But with strong beliefs. I know of a place With free rains And spring winds, But few storms. I know of a home, Security to share, And warmth of love. But no binding ties. Canada, not a boundary. No borders. No material unity, No undignified peace, No open wars. But definitely positive And positively definite. Susan Dier, 5 A A LAND OF Blue waters, running to the sea. High mountains, reaching to the sky. Soft winds sweeping to the lea And freedom, sweet, surrounding me. The morning blossoms crisp and fair, I gaze across the lightened scene And breathe in sweet refreshing air, Scented by growing evergreen. The robin chirps her joyful song And shrill clear echoes ring along The rills, then bound from hill to hill. Then once again tfhe air is still. The frosty air, the rosy cheeks Of merry hunters out since dawn To hunt the deer among the peaks. And in the rich green valley lawn. CHANCE The boy alone, down at the bank; Deep in mud his naked toes, Hair of red and stature lank. Wearing worn and faded clothes. The barren North, a forest lit With only flames of snow to smite her face. The howl of a wolf in the dead of night, A foot in the snow that leaves no trace. The sweep of the breeze on the fields of gold, The ripening fruit in the glowing sun. The swish of a passing frightened gaggle Of geese, spurred by the beast of a gun. The scarlet sunset streaking the sky. The frothy sea upon the sand. The cascade clouds upswept on high. All this is Canada — a changing land. Jacqueline Heard, 5C 27

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CANADA This land is like a woman, barefoot in the sun-drenched fields, A gleaming, sun-hot scythe in hand, the earth beneath her heels— Her proud head lifted to the Hving wind. Or in the long, blue winter night the frozen larches bending low To watch as she, in mantle clad, steps lightly on the crust of snow. To drink the beauty of the drifting moon. She haunts the lonely, patch-work plains and gazes up to mountains stark. That rise above the changing seas of glinting gold and emerald dark— Her melting e yes abrim with salt sea spray. Janet Uren.

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ELMWOOD ' S CENTENNIAL PROJECTT, or change for Frances Wilson, of Elmwood ' s Grade one of her many, was an exchange program with Ten, AHson ( Timmy ) Wills came to us for the Crofton House School in Vancouver, B.C. In ex- month of October. FRAN WILSON The plane landed in Vancouver at eight thirty on Sunday night. All that the Wills knew about me was t ' hat I wore a hairband and was tallish. I en- visioned myself sleeping in the waiting room but we found each other at last. On arriving at 1789 Matthews Ave. Lindsay (Tim- my sister ' s nickname: Jumbo) made me a coke float, took me on a tour of the house, introduced me to Gregor, Christie, Boomer, the dogs — Alaska and Frampton, the cats — nameless, the canaries and the lizard and landed me in bed where we talked for hours. I had a terrible time adjusting to V ancouver time and I was always late for breakfast. That first morn- ing was a chaos during which my belt, tie, bloomers and pencil case lost themselves to be found three minutes before we piled into the car to go to school. The first thing I noticed was the hundreds of trees and shrubs crowded over the houses and streets. There is a lot of open space, even in the centre of the city and the streets, lawns and houses have a well groomed look. Crofton House consists of three frame buildings, one of them an immense gym. This gym could absorb six of ours easily. There is a large playing field and a science lab much less modern than o urs. There are 360 girls in Crofton House and they all went out of their wa ' to be nice to me. I was never lonely or lost because there was always some- one beside me to tell me that room X was the gym, not the science lab, etc. This was ver necessarv because we had to change rooms for our classes and I was usually rather muddled. The girls in Jumbo ' s class and in mine were es- pecially wonderful. I still find it hard to believe that so many people could be so consistently friendly. They invited me to parties, explained geometry, the bus changes and the school rules. They never seem- ed to mind my endless stream of questions and answered them better than any textbook could. On the last day of my visit, a camp counsellor and three distant relatives revealed themselves. One was my French teacher and the other two were girls in my class. The Wills showed me everything that there was to be seen in Vancouver and Victoria. We went to museums, art galleries, Stanley Park, the Harbour, China Town, U.B.C. West Van, Simon Frazer Uni- versity, Butchart Gardens, the Victoria Wax Mu- seum, Oakridge, a typical farm, Capilano Suspension Bridge and a Japanese restaurant. We ambled through Stanley Park in a ghostly kind of fog. I will never forget the Siwash Rock looming through the mist. Simon Frazer is a masterpiece of architecture. It is huge and unltramodern. U.B.C. is a mixture of the old and the new. I could not decide which I liked better. ' ancouver is a fantastic city. It is everything a city should be and more. I loved every moment of my sojourn there and I hope that many more Elmwood girls have this opportunity. TIMMY I guess in the beginning she must have been as nervous as I was, but we soon got over that, and became fast friends. Timmy fitted well into our household, and it was fun showing her Ottawa. With our class, 5B, we made trips to the A ' lint, the Padiament Buildings, the War iMuseum, and finally Government House. The Prefects treated us to Chinese food and the Winter Fair, which especially appealed to horse-loving Timmy. One of the high- lights was a lovely evening spent at the ' Mikado ' , and having dinner with the Blyths beforehand. Dur- ing Timmy ' s stay we visited Montreal twice, spend- ing our time touring the city and visiting people. Timmy made lots of friends, and I don ' t think there was anyone she met who didn ' t like her. She was a charming and vibrant person, and the month passed far too quickly to carry out all our plans. I am very glad that she stayed at our house; it was a wonderful experience and as a result I gained a very interesting friend and correspondent;. Nancy Gale, 5B. 28