Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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FORM 6M Back Row: Martha Scott, Charlotte Sinclair, Julia Berger, Fran Wilson, Cathy Cuthbert, Beth Knox, Lynn Carr-Harris, Deborah Hunter, Kathy Mulock, Jenny Bagnall, Sue McHardy. Middle Row: Connie Snelgrove, Deborah Smith, Xandy Smith, M.M. Southcott, Wanda Turner, Cal Don, Deirdre O ' Brien, Kathy Baldwin, Nancy Gale, Christa Uhrenbacher, Susan Fletcher, July Patton. Front Row: Martha Pimm, Holly Darhng, Susan Massey, Penny Parker, Mrs. MacMillan, Barbara Thomas, Judy Levine, Elizabeth Greenberg, Agi Ivan. EPITATH TO 6M Jenny Bagnall Kathy Baldwin Julia Berger Lynn Carr-Harris Here He the remains of Jenny Bagnall, Cathy Cuthbert Now look that up in your Funk and Wagnall. Stranger stop and solemn be, Kathy Balwin ' s here interred She ' s dead, I ought to mention that Holly Darling In case the fact was not inferred. In memoriam: Here lies Julia She ' d have done well in this world For when her brains she unfurled Caroline Don In History, Mathematics, Latin, Spanish, Chemistry and French She could easily make a fool a ' ya. Here lies Lynn Carr-Harris Sue Fletcher So easy to embarrass. Because of this fault. She is now in a vault. Our friend Cathy Cuthbert lies here. She always sang to give people some cheer; Until one day she sang too high And that is why she had to die. Stranger refain be not jolly Here lies a Darling who was Holly, Stone at her head, stone at her foots She ' s gone to serve in the great Kibbutz. Here lies Cal Who was a real pal. To Norma her friend And all of 6M. Here lie the remains of Miss Sue Fletcher, Playing tennis no-one could catch her. One day her opponent hit back that ball It struck her, and she died from a terrible fall.

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FORM 6U Standing: Rosemary Don, joy Wallinglord, Jan Blyth, Cathy Maclaren, Margaret Armitage, Paula Lawrence, Kathi Gray, Janet Hughson. Seated: Louise Tolmie, Andrea Olson, Caroline Davies, Mrs. Whitwill, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Chris Deeble, Alix Young.

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Martha Pimm Debbie Smith Xandy Smith Nancy Gale Here Ues our friend Nance Judy Patton Who always loved to dance; But one day she fell on a spot And that ' s why she ' s in this plot. Liz Greenberg Here lies our friend,Liz Who was always in a tizz, From writing notes by a lamp She finally died from writer ' s cramp. Debbie Hunter Here lies Miss Debbie Hunter Who never went a saunter From History to Math she did her best And now from overwork she lies at rest. Agi Ivan Here lies Miss Agi Ivan, Who with her wit 6M she could liven. One day she laughed so much in class That now she lies beneath the grass. Beth Knox Here lies Beth Knox, Below in a box; However hard she can shout She will never come out. Judy Levine Beneath this sod lies Judy Levine, Such a Lady Macbeth was never seen. Upon the blood I knew she ' d slip And she did, so now she ' ll give less lip. Sue Massey Here lies Miss Susan Massey Who to her teachers was never sassy. Until one day she smoked too long And that is why she ' s dead and gone. Susan McHardy Here lies Sue McHardy Who was always very hardy, Until forty miles Buried all of her smiles. Kathy Mulock Here lies Kathy Mulock Who was killed by a bulock; This is very sad to tell Because she did everything so well. Deirdre O ' Brien Here lies Miss Deirdre O ' Brien, Who suddenly found that she was dying. Fantastically jolly, rambunctiously wild. Her telephone number was frequently dialed. So sadly we ' ll miss our dear friend Dee, But she will come back in the form of a monkey Here should lie young Judy Patton Canadian flowers she ' ll never fatten. When death at length came and pursued her She swore she ' d die in her Bermuda. Swiftly from Canada she swam, all gloating Her death was slow, she died not knowing The island was not fixed, but floating. Beneath this stone of aspect grim Lies interred sweet Martha Pimm, She ' s left this vale all sad and teary For part time work as a valkyrie. Charlotte Sinclair Here lie the remains of Charlotte Who used to accomplish an awful lot; Until she died of too much ' pound ' And had to be lowered into the ground. Connie Snelgrove M.M. Southcott Penny Parker and Martha Scott Penny and Martha went abroad, Their itinery being uncertain; Fran Wilson Now they ' re together under this sod Because they went behind the Iron Curtain. Here lies Miss Debbie Smith Who always believed in any myth; One day she was told off a cliff she could fly And now at its bottom she doth lie. Here lies Xandy As a friend she was dandy; Her hobbies were varied And this is no dream, From the study of Russian to fights with whipped cream. Here lie the remains of Connie - our fellow. Who died as a result of having to bellow. Her voice untrained to rise over a whisper Broke at low G and gosh we ' ll miss her. Here lie the remains of Micky Southcott It must be admitted that she did a lot. Folk Club, Piano, Sports and Debate Were too much for her, but now its too late. Here lies Barb Thomas Whose desire to be famous forcedher to read books That fell off their nooks And killed her with the weight of their knowledge. Don ' t cremate her Pray don ' t burn her, Let flowers spring From Wanda Turner. Christa Uhrenbacher Looking upwards at the sky ! Miss Uhrenbacher there doth lie, And I the carver raise a moan Fitting her name upon the stone. Barbara Thomas Wanda Turner Here lie the remains of Fran She was always able to scan. She wrote continually and now she ' s dead, From overwork she died in bed.