SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR'S ALL"
"SUCCESS IS NAUGHT; ENDEAVOUR'S ALL"
ELMWOOD FROA4 THE GROUNDS
THEIR ROYAL HIGHNESSES PRINCESS ELIZABETH AND THE DUKE OF EDINBURGH
TODAY in the spring of nineteen hundred and forty-eight the world is slowly
changing, in a period of uncertainty, from war to peace. Whether the
road is being paved to freedom and democracy or to tyranny and oppression —
that has yet to be decided.
During the war, the Royal Family has been a striking example of steadfastness,
and has shown the real meaning of a normal and stable home-life. The people of
England especially, have always looked toward His Majesty, the King, and his
family as upholding the best traditions, and as their great hope for better days to
come. Now, not only the people of England but of the whole Commonwealth are
looking toward them for the calm and ordered life, for which they pray. Princess
Elizabeth shares the high ideals of her royal parents, and has expressed them most
fittingly in her broadcast message on the occasion of her twenty-first birthday,
when she said:
"/ declare before you that my ivhole life, whether it be long or short,
shall be devoted to your service arid the service of our great Imperial family
to which we all belong, but I shall not have stre?igth to carry out this resolu-
tion alone unless you join in it with me, as I now invite you to do. I know
that your support will be unfailingly given.
God help me to make good my vow, and God bless all of you who are
willing to share in it."
At this time it seems so fitting that the future Queen of England, of Canada
and of the entire British Commonwealth of Nations should marry the man of her
own choosing. As it was during the past year that this great event took place, this
issue of "Samara'' will commemorate the wedding of Her Royal Highness Prin-
cess Elizabeth to His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh.
This marriage is of special significance to us as Canadians. We hold a privi-
leged place in this Commonwealth, which is held in such close connection by the
invisible ties of friendship, understanding and loyalty. This unbreakable link
should influence the great powers of today to make a peaceful and constructive
start toward world unity.
In the past year, Elmwood has felt the benefits of the improved changing
conditions after the war. Once again we are very happy to be able to present a
truly senior play under the very able direction of Mrs. Patterson Murphy. Also
a joint play in connection with Ashbury College has again been arranged. We
were all very sorry to say good-bye to Aliss May, who has been our very gifted
and understanding art mistress for a great many years. Last September we were
happy and fortunate to welcome as our art instructor, the well-known painter
Mr. Henri Masson.
The Thomas Ahearn Memorial Wing has proved to be, indeed, a very great
asset to the school from the nursery school to the science laboratory, and to the
additional class-room. We would like to take this opportunity to express again
our sincere appreciation to the donors of this gift to Elmwood.
This year we held our annual bazaar in aid of the ''Save The Children Fund".
It ^\•as a satisfaction to us all to be able to send a cheque for the proceeds of
over a thousand dollars to Headquarters. We were also able to send a contribu-
tion to the "Canadian Appeal for Childreii", as well as to other worthy causes.
We feel that we have had a very successful school year; it has been, we hope,
a happy one for all. On account of the extremely heavy time table it has been
impossible to have regular student council meetings every week as we would
have liked. However, the meetings between the officers and form captains that
have been arranged have aroused much interest and more co-operation through-
out the school and have stimulated school spirit. s
Thanks are gratefully extended to the Magazine Committee and especially
to Miss Chappell and A4iss Aldous who have given up much of their time in
helping to prepare material for ''Samara'". Also we would like to express our
appreciation to i\4r. Rowley S. Hooper of the Photo Gelatine Engraving Company
of Toronto for again undertaking the printing of the pictures.
Whether we have been at Elmwood for a short or a long time we have all
come to realize the high ideals that it stands for. Whatever our aim in life,
there could be no greater motto to inspire us to reach our goal than "Summa
Sunmmrunj''''— Highest of the High.
In taking our place in this uncertain world of today, as Canadians, we
should put the question before us — are we striving for freedom and democracy,
or are we headed for tyranhy and oppression? This can be answered only by
our own individual efforts. The success of democracy depends on us.
A FTER seeing so many good and pleasing contributions which have been
sent in for Samara, I am wondering if there is really going to be
room for this message from me, for which you have very kindly asked.
It is gratifying to know that this year Samara returns to its old form in
print and style. None of us were very happy, I think, about last year's neces-
As I write these words the end of the school year is in sight and my
thoughts go back— "ends" always make one think of "beginnings"— over all
the weeks and months we have worked and played together since September.
I hope that it has been a happy year for all of you. I would like to say a
special thank you for the many ways in which you have made it a happy
one for me.
I thank you for the cheery morning greetings when you smile at me
with your eyes. I thank you for work well done; for all the services you
have cheerfully rendered; for the help given by the "elder to the younger";
for good sportsmanship, not only on the games field, but also when a much
hoped for privilege had to be denied, because it was outside the regulations;
for the times when criticism has been hard to take but you have taken it,
and turned failure into success.
The worth of a school is measured not by its numbers but by the spirit
which animates each and every one of us who have the privilege of being
part of it. •
My love and affectionate greetings to you all!
'^oc H Notes .
Old Girls' Notes
J Wendy Hughson
1 Carol Maclaren
. Shirley Mann
. Judy McCuUoch
. Deirdre Collens
. Pamela Fulford
j Miss Chappell
I Miss Aldous
Rockcliffe Park — Ottawa
Mrs. Clement H. Buck . . . Scripture, History, Current Events
Miss B. Adams Mathematics, Geography
Miss M. Aldous Nursery School
Miss P. Beckwith Matron
Miss A. Castas— Form V C Science, Mathematics
Miss M. Chappell— Form VI Upper and VI M
Assistant Head Mistress, English, Scripture
Miss M. Dixon— Form V B History, Latin
Mrs. P. Freed Assistant Secretary
Mrs. A. J. Gates Secretary
Miss W. Hudson School Nurse
Mademoiselle Y. Juge— Form V A French
Miss J. MacLean— Form IV B . . . . English, Social Studies
Miss A. Philbrick— Form IV A . . . Biology, Physical Training
Miss F. Richardson— Form IV C . . . Music, Spanish, German
Mrs. N. Taylor . . Kindergarten
Miss H. Wiltshire— Forms I and II
House Mistress, Geography, Junior forms
Mrs. W. Amtmann . . . ... . . . Junior Art
Mrs. G. E. Beament . Eurhythmies
Mrs. N. Chamberlin . English, History
Miss G. Douglas Assistant in Nursery School
Mr. Myron McTavish . Music
Mr. Henri Masson Art
Mrs. Patterson Murphy ........ Dramatics
Mrs. J. Stephen English
WE ARE very happy to announce that
last year Nightingale won the House
Shield as well as the Sports Shield, although it
was a very close race between all three houses.
This year we started off well with our
twenty-three members by winning the senior
basketball, and by coming second in the senior
badminton inter-house matches. As it was im-
possible to produce house plays this year, we
were all able to concentrate on the collections
which were very generous and in which
Nightingale came a close second. With
"Angus" as head girl, "Dee" as head boarder,
and"Libby" as school sports captain, we feel
that our house is extremely well represented
in all walks of school life.
At the end of last year we were very sorry
to lose Miss Johnston, Mrs. Johnstone, Mrs.
Hancock, Miss Carr, and Miss May, but we are
glad to welcome to our house the following
staff members: Mrs. Chamberlin, Miss Hudson,
Miss Aldous and Mr. Masson.
Head of House— Wendy Hughson
Prefects— Angela Christensen, Deirdre Collens
House Senior and Sports Captain-
Monitors— Halcyon Barcant, Pamela Fulford,
Judy Nesbitt, Mary Code.
Sheila Hughes, Norah Cameron, Christian
Nothnagel, Jacqueline Nothnagel, Joan Mat-
thews, Sally McCarter, Ruth Kilgour, Valerie
Wood, Jiil Hodgkin, Elaine Boyle, Jane
Hamilton, Sarah Grant, Leslie Anne Jackson,
Mairi Matheson, Mary Jane Miles.
Staff: Mrs. Chamberlin, Miss Hudson, Miss
Aldous, Miss Beckwith, Mr. Masson.
Mary Jane Miles
iMary Jane Miles
Nightingale Senior Basketball
D. CoUens Hughson S. Hughes
A. Christensen E. Paterson J. Nesbitt
Nightingale Junior Basketball
J. Hodgkin S. Grant E. Boyle
"m. J. jMiles R. Kilgour V. Wood
Nightingale Senior Badminton Nightingale Junior Badminton
J. Nothnagel W. Hughson M. J. Miles R. Kilgour
A. Christensen E. Paterson J. Hodgkin V. Wood
Keller Senior Basketball
S. Smith P. Edwards L. Crozier
A. MacDonald iM. Leonard B. Alexandor
Keller Junior Basketball
H. Miles S. Setton W. Quain
D. Boyd M. Hothersali S. DeWolf
Keller Senior Badminton Keller Junior Badminton
S. Smith p. Alexander W. Quain M. Hothersali
P. Fdwards Al. Leonard P. Mayburr)' H. Miles
S A AI A R A
KelU^ Jt<U€U J^aUd.
IN SEPTEMBER Keller was very pleased to
welcome Miss Castas and six girls as new
members of the house. We started the year
with twenty-three girls. We were sorry to
lose Marie de Hauteclocquc, one of our noted
artists, when she returned to France at Christ-
mas. This year Keller won the house collec-
tions for the first time in four years. Unfortu-
nately the senior basketball team was severely
beaten but our juniors came out on top. We
would like to commend our new members for
the fine way they have pulled their weight and
lived up to our motto, "Fair Play".
Head of House— Peggy Edwards
Monitors— Audrey MacDonald, Joan Marble
Rose Alexander, Betsy Alexandor, Diane
Boyd, Lucinda Crozier, Suzette De Wolf,
Barbara Gibson, Andrea Hadley, Jill Harris,
Mavis Hothersall, Pat Knowlton, Margot
Leonard, Mary Frances Matthewman, Phyllis
iMayburry, Helen Miles, Wendy Quain, Sofia
Setton, Shirley Smith, Joan Toller, Elizabeth
Staff: Mademoiselle Juge, Miss Adams, Miss
Castas, Miss MacLean, and A4r. McTavish.
Keller House Teams
Squall, gale, gust and breeze,
March winds, if you please.
Sweeping the snow, they come and go,
Roaring winds, whining low,
Zephyr, cyclone and typhoon.
Boys with kites come every noon.
To play in every field and lane;
To spoil their fun, the hurricane.
Twisting, twirling, a whirlwind high.
Like a corkscrew in the sky,
Takes the kites up out of sight,
Up and off into the night.
Shirley Smith, V A
IN SEPTEMBER, 1 947, Fry Welcomed many
new girls and one member of the staff, Miss
Richardson. Though we were sorry to lose
Barbara Campbell and Luella Wills at Christ-
mas, we were glad to welcome Dorothy Gates
at Christmas and Alannah Busk at Easter.
This is the first year there have been no
house plays; unfortunately Fry came third in
the house collections but we hope to keep up
our tradition of doing well in competitions in
So far, all houses are even on basketball and
badminton points and we are grateful to Fry
junior basketball and Fry senior badminton
teams for making this possible.
Head of House— Carol Maclaren
House Senior— Ann Edwards
Monitor— Martha Bate
Susan Ball, Persis Brunet, Mary Burns,
Alannah Busk, Helen Claxton, Dorothy Gates,
Jane Graham, Judy Hargreaves, Sandra James,
Shirley Mann, Marion Mackenzie, Judy Mac-
laren, Judy McCulloch, Joan Mothersill,
Andria Richardson, Heather Rogers, Pamela
Rogers, Virginia Rutherford, Eva Sichrova.
Staff: Miss Chappell, Miss Richardson, Miss
Wiltshire, Miss Dixon, and Mrs. Stephen.
Fry House Teams
Green young rain on young green corn,
Sweet young lambs, but lately born,
(In a land by war, but lately torn).
Moist brown earth and tender shoots.
No longer ground 'neath hob-nailed boots,
(That could not destroy the sturdy roots).
Oh blue, blue skies, oh clouds of white;
One cannot believe you've been torn with
(And rained down death by day and night).
Winter is going, baring the soil.
Giving Europe's children a chance to toil,
(To deaden memories, no better foil).
Without bullets screaming overhead.
To fill their minds and hearts with dread,
(And leave their bodies cold and dead).
It is nature's victory o'er man, the king.
Over war and horror and everything.
And hollow-eyed children, clustering.
Come forth to greet another Spring.
Jane Graham, VI M
Fry Senior Basketball
P. Brxinet S. Mann A. Edwards
M. Bate J. AlcCulloch C. Maclaren
DRAM AT I C5
CURTAIN going up! There stood the ark
and there stood Mr. Noah. Before the
senior girls' presentation, under the direction
of JuHa Murphy had been under way more
than a few minutes, the audience was trans-
ported into the world that was before the
Great Flood. The play, written by Andre
Obey and translated from the French, deals
with the trials and tribulations of old Noah, his
trouble with his neighbours, difficulties met
and overcome on the ark with his restless
children and the animals and of his final aban-
donment on Ararat. There, bereft of home,
friends and children with only his wife, for
company,— his wife who is dazed and wander-
ing in mind from the strain of forty days and
nights shut up in the ark,— we witness Noah's
ultimate victory over discouragement and his
satisfaction in the promise of the rainbow.
We are indebted to the Ottawa Citizen for
the following account of the play:
"School plays are— alas— so often a boring,
incompetent affair, and this not so much on
account of amateurish acting and directing but
thanks to the choice of cheap, "easy", hum-
A surprising exception was last night's pro-
duction of the Senior Dramatic Art Class of
Elmwood School. The young girls presented
Andre Obey's excellent play "Noah" (in the
skilful English version by Arthur Wilmott).
The plot is a delightful modern variation of
the Biblical theme. Mr. and Mrs. Noah (called
"Mama" in the program) and their boys and
girls speak the fresh, breezy, everyday langu-
age of a modern family.
One should think the terrible flood takes
place somewhere around Billings Bridge or
Rockcliffe (to come closer to the school's dis-
trict) and not in the vicinity of Biblical Mount
Ararat. But in spite, or perhaps because of the
present-day conversational style of the
"Noahs," the poetic charm and solemn atmos-
phere of the Biblical story is maintained
throughout the play.
True Artistic Value
The Elmwood drama group, it is stressed,
chose this play of true artistic value to develop
the imagination and creative ideas in the minds
of its young players. Besides, the part of Noah
was played by two actresses in the various
acts "to give more girls a part large enough to
show the progress made in voice and expres-
sion during the year."
The production was— in spite of technical
limitations— one of the most delightful dra-
matic experiments seen in Ottawa during the
last years. Its success is, of course, due in part
to the imaginative gift of the producer, Julia
Murphy, who, well-known for her versatile
talent, also designed the settings and costumes,
and directed the dances.
When the curtain rose, applause greeted the
picturesque stage setting: Noah's solid,
wooden ark, the colorful landscape curtains
and the good light effects. There was in spite
of stylized simplification somehow the picture-
book charm of an old Breughel (or shall we
say, a delicate, modern David Milne) about
the scene. . . .
And what of the acting? Emphasis was put
on teamwork and ensemble spirit in the first
place. The pace and movement was— except
for a few nervous moments— dramatically ef-
fective, and the grouping often of particular
"Mama" (Halcyon Barcant) was remarkable
for her womanly appearance, soft gestures and
clear enunciation. Ann Edwards was a very
lively, boy-like Shem; Audrey AicDonald
characterized the obstinate wicked Ham realis-
tically, and Dorothy Gates was a typically
The most difficult role was naturally Noah's,
acted by Martha Bate and Deirdre Collens.
But also the rest of the cast, not to forget the
good animals with more or less frightful
masks, contributed to the success of this de-
The music composed by Louis Horst was
played by Frances Richardson, ATCM. Auxi-
liary sound effects were provided by Myron
McTavish, Mus.B." C.W.
The intermediate girls' play, "The Affected
Young Ladies", by Moliere, and scenes from
Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew", also
under the capable direction of Julia A4urphy,
were privately presented for Mrs. Buck on
Once again, Mr Belcher of Ashbury College
directed the Ashbury-Elmwood play. This
year the joint presentation is G. B. Shaw's
light comedy, "You Never Can Tell". A
young dentist makes the acquaintance of a
charming but eccentric and fatherless family,
who invite him for lunch. Somehow his iras-
cible old landlord is included in the invitation
and the surprise ending is Shaw at his witty
and amusing best. The boys and girls worked
hard and well and the play was equal to the
usual Ashbury-Elmwood standards, a credit
to both schools, and well deserving of praise.
At the Christmas bazaar, a capacity audi-
ence was delighted by the antics of Mrs, Tay-
lor's imps and golliwogs. They performed
charmingly to music, composed by the
talented young Ottawa pianist, Peter Smith,
now studying in New York. An originally
presented version of the Christmas story
served to delight the audience further and to
enhance the Christmas spirit so prevalent at all
Bouquets to Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Taylor,
who deserve our thanks for their untiring and
inspiring efforts, and our congratulations for
the splendid results they have achieved.
★ ★ ★
When head of house does see our shoes,
She says "iMiss Blank, those shoes are whose?"
iMiss Blank says, "Oxfords I did lose".
This, head of house does not amuse.
"Go change your shoes" to Blank I said;
So Blank retreats with steps like lead.
"Now lift your feet, hold high your head,
Please lift your feet", again is said.
Miss Blank returns with happy mind.
For oxfords she did finally find.
The head of house, her eyes just shined,
"Of shoes you've found another kind!"
Wendy Quain, V C
WELL, here we are, school year vintage
1947-48, with the musical world of
Elmwood so completely behind our backs, that
we are simply amazed!
The Elmwood piano-players are not what
they used to be. Coached by Mr. McTavish,
they have been treating the piano very respect-
fully, in a new series of exercises designed to
make everyone relax, which are called
"Weight-Playing". One lets the arm and
wrist relax completely, and lets the fingers
do all the work. Unfortunately, dire results
have been noticed in the recent Posture Week.
It seems everyone became so relaxed, that it
was difficult to find anyone who "stood up"
for her House.
Elmwood's voices too have changed— almost
overnight; once they were high, far-distant
squeaks— but noiv, they are a full thundering
chorus— at least, u'<? think so!
It all started at the beginning of the school
year, when Miss Richardson, a very charming
and musical-minded teacher, joined our staff.
Now, Miss Richardson sings no mean soprano
herself; and when she heard our (no doubt)
cherubic voices while 'dusting off' accompani-
ments to our singing classes, she had a little
idea. She pulled Mr. McTavish into a huddle.
The outcome was, that Mrs. Buck was pre-
sented with the suggestion— why not revive
the choir? Mrs Buck thought it would be a
good idea; so the very next day those of us
who were brave enough, and who could carry
a tune, were herded into select little groups
of first sopranos, seconds and contraltos.
At first the results were pretty dim. We
were situated well in exile from the rest of the
school, in the wilderness of the nursery school;
and on first attempts our voices sounded pretty
hollow, as if we had been wandering in there
without food for a long time! After a while,
however, we began to improve. We could
even sing in tune sometimes, in case the piano
didn't. (It's a dear old upright, but it does
play several notes off key! )
At last the big day came when we were to
sing for morning prayers. We sang responses
lustily, to everyone's satisfaction. We even
sang Christmas carols. After our debut we
were rather puffed up. To put it very mildly,
we considered ourselves full-fledged and en-
tirely terrific. Imagine— only fifteen of us
leading the whole school! The only queer
thing about the affair was that the whole time
we were singing, we kept on hearing a small
assortment of voices, not our own. They were
all kinds— soprano, contralto and second. We
finally traced them all to Miss Richardson
who, bless her, had been doing her loyal best
all the way through to keep us in tune. We are
not sure if she can sing in double harmony,
but she comes very close to it.
Now, in closing our report for this year,
we find ourselves musically complete. We ask
you, the musical outsiders— lookers-in upon
our school— would you want anything more
than a full-sized music studio, seven pianos at
your disposal, and an angel-voiced choir and
teacher? We ask you what more does a school
Hope (Gilmour) Buchan— a son.
Nadine (Christie) Cranfield— a daughter.
"B. B." (Fraser) Deziel— a son.
Jill (German) Frewer— a son.
Betty (Fauquier) Gill— a daughter.
Nancy (Bowman) Heath— a son.
Mackie (Edwards) Hertz— a daughter.
Nancy (Doane) Heggtveit— a son.
Glenn (Borb ridge) Jurozynski— a son.
Genevieve (Bronson) Laidlaw— a son.
Nini (Keefer) MacDougall— a son.
Helen (Collins) Matthews— a son.
Sarah (Wallace) Nairn— a son.
Winsome (Hooper) Newton— a daughter.
Pat (O'Donnel) Stronach- a daughter.
Ailsa (Gerard) Stuart— a daughter.
June (White) White— a son.
Diana (Kingsmill) Wright— a son.
Jean (Perley-Robertson) Wright— a son.
Gaye Douglas to Pat Packard.
Mary Osier to The Reverend Edgar Bull.
Nancy Paterson to Paul MacFarlane.
Barbara Ross to Dr. Fred Davies.
Helen Acheson to Frederick Coleman
Ann Binks to Nicholas Roundtree.
Marise (Jackie) Bishop to Raymond
Dora Borja to Jose Antonia Salaverria.
Betty Caldwell to James Walker.
Jane Edwards to Victor Jura Wilgress.
Dr. Elizabeth Fleck to Dr. Charles Brown.
Joan Gillies to David Tupper.
Marguerite Kenney to Edward Julian
Betty Massey to Louis Breithaupt.
Damaris Owen to Robert Patterson Jackson.
Mary Paterson to Gordon H. Kester.
Sylvia Smellie to Charles Ritchie.
Diana Vernon to Maurice Newnes.
A CONTRIBUTION of five hundred dollars was
^ given during the past year by the Old
Girls' Association to purchase necessary equip-
ment for the new laboratory in the Thomas
Ahearn Memorial Wing. The purchases in-
cluded a vapour-cabinet for ventilating the
laboratory, and other equipment.
At the time of the Christmas bazaar, a very
ready response was received to a request for
articles for the White Elephant table which
was directed by Old Girls. Contributions were
sent from Toronto and Montreal, as well as
from Ottawa. Among those who were active
in organizing this table were: Mrs. H. E. C.
Price, Mrs. Fred Toller, Mrs. Robert Southam,
Mrs. Duncan AlacTavish, Elizabeth Edwards
and Dorothy Wardle.
The executive of the Old Girls' Association
arranged a "surprise tea" for Mrs. Buck, last
June, to present a landscape painting by Bob
Hyndman in commemoration of Mrs. Buck's
twenty-seven years as Headmistress of Elm-
Among the Ottawa debutantes of 1947- 1948
were the following Elmwoodians: Margot
Peters, Daphne Wurtele, Margaret Maclaren,
Margaret Bronson, and Rosemary MacKeen.
Cecil (Bate) Baskerville has moved to Wash-
ington to join her husband who is air attache
at the Canadian Legation in Washington.
Frances Bell is taking a course in Public
Health Nursing in Toronto.
Ann Bethune will be in England for a few
weeks and will be bridesmaid at Jacqueline
Workman's wedding on May 30th.
Mary Blackburn is a graduate A'lothercraft
Nurse, and is now at home in Ottawa.
Ogden Blackburn, after taking her degree
at the University of Toronto, is graduating
this year from the Royal Victoria Hospital in
Hope (Gilmour) Buchan is living in Eng-
land and now has two sons.
Janet Caldwell is at the Katherine Gibbs
School in Boston.
Florence (Corristine) Carter and Joan
(Goodeve) Peters are living at Benny Farms,
Ann Chisnell is still living in England; she
visited Elmwood when she was in Canada last
Virginia Corristine (now Mrs. Eric Hig-
gins) is living in Southampton, England.
Averil Crabtree is living in London where
she is working with the Canadian Veterans'
Lois Davidson is finishing her Junior year
at Vassar. This summer she plans to take a
course at St. Andrew's University in Scotland.
Ann Davies graduated a year ago from the
Kingston General Hospital and is now nursing
Natalie de Marbois is living in Toronto and
visited Elmwood last fall when she was in
"B. B." (Eraser) Deziel is living at Riverside,
Penny Duguid (now Mrs. Thomas Read) is
living in Oxford, England, where her husband
Janet Edwards recently spent a month in
Mexico City, visiting friends.
Joan Fraser is visiting Mrs. AUister Buchan
(Hope Gilmour) in England.
Margaret Gerard will graduate this year
from Queen's and will take a position at the
Montreal Road Laboratories of The National
Florence Gherardi is now living in Short
Hills, New Jersey.
Elizabeth Gilchrist is planning a trip to
Europe this summer.
Jessie Gilmour is in the office of the British
High Commissioner in Ottawa.
Esme Girouard is at the Canadian Legation
Sue (Kenney) Howe is living in Halifax.
Glenn (Borbridge) Jurozynski is Hving in
Mary (Paterson) Kester has the status of a
lecturer at the Woman's College of Brown
University, Providence, Rhode Island. She is
in charge of public relations work there.
Lois Lambert is in charge of a Gift Shop
Dorothy Leggett, having completed the
course at the Margaret Eaton School in
Toronto, is graduating, this year, from the
Physical Education department at McGill.
Suzette (Bourinot) MacDonald is in South
Betty (Hamilton) Maitland is living in
Cairo, Egypt, where her husband is attached
to the British Foreign Office. She has two sons.
Nini (Keefer) A4cDougall lives in Cartier-
ville, Quebec. She has a daughter and a son.
Lette McGreer, who graduated from the
Montreal General Hospital is now at the Pres-
byterian Hospital in New York.
Suzanne Mess is at the Ontario College of
Art in Toronto and is making an excellent
Nancv (Haultain) Nation is living in Cal-
uarv. She has two children.
Alarv Osier has, during the past winter,
been directing the Youth Program of the
Y.W.C.A. in Kingston.
Ruth Osier who is finishing her third year,
has been active in theatrical \\ ork at St. Hilda's
College, University of Toronto. She is one of
the two women w ho appeared in the Trinity
Dnmaris Owen (now Airs. Robert Patterson
Jackson) is living in British Columbia.
Jackie (Vernon) Palmer is again living in
iMarv Patteson has passed the London Ma-
triculation examination, and is living in Eng-
x\nn Powell is working in the Department
of Trade and Commerce. She plans to spend
the summer months in England.
Catherine (Bate) Sampson is joining her
husband. Group Captain Sampson, who is air
attache at the Canadian Legation in Buenos
Ann Shaw went to Mexico on a holiday
Vivian (King) Sykes is in Germany with
Joan (Gillies) Tupper, whose home is in
Vancouver, visited Ottawa recently. We ex-
tend our deepest sympathy to her on the
death of her mother.
Dorothy Wardle is working at the Swedish
Cairine Wilson is the chairman of the
Ottawa Committee of the Canadian "Save the
Children Fund". Last summer she spent
several months in Europe in connection with
Norma Wilson is with the Bell Telephone
Company in Ottawa as a receptionist.
Jacqueline Workman has been acting with
the Brighton Repertory Theater in Brighton,
Mary Wurtele, after graduating from the
Montreal General Hospital, is at the Van-
couver General Hospital.
Ehzabeth Wyatt is completing her first year
at Rockford College, in the United States.
"T^ u r I don't agree w ith you. Ven I was in
JL) Germany before the war my wife and
two boys we were always taught to get as
much learning as ve could".
"Yes, that's always useful but I think that
you should concentrate on one subject and
become proficient in that one thing, so you
can go far in life".
"But we don't learn only to get to the top".
We had been arguing for an hour and a
half on manv subjects, one leading to the
other. Mv father was, I think, testing the
ninn to sec 1k)W much education he had had.
"^Ou zee if you concentrate on one subject
you are apt to go queer. When I was studying
in the Toronto University we had long dis-
cussions on this subject, and later when I was
working in a hospital I was able to see the
effect of concentrating on oiie subject. Men
would come in completely mad just from too
much concentrating on one subject. It is not
"But if you learn many things you often
don't remember any of them after a few
"Again I don't agree. I have five university
degrees, I have worked in a hospital, written
a book on politics and since my wife died some
years ago I have brought up my two sons. All
my learning has been of good use I think".
The man picked up his tools and put them
in his black bag.
"Veil, I guess your piano will stay tuned for
a little while now".
Wenuy Hughson, VI Upper
THIS year the activities of the RockcHffe
Cadet Nursing Division have been varied
and interesting. Judy McCulloch, Margot
Leonard, Jacquehne Nothnagel, and Milhcent
Struthers are sergeants. Three other cadets
(Deirdre Collens, Norah Cameron and Joan
Toller) have been promoted to corporals.
There is a new colourful badge, which is
awarded to any cadet with two hundred hours'
public duty to her credit. Many of the cadets
are working towards this and other badges.
The courses taken this year were First Aid and
Home Nursing. First Aid lectures were given
by Miss A. Philbrick and the Home Nursing
was taken by Miss M. Dixon, both of whom
are Lady Cadet Officers in the Division. Dr.
Howlett gave the examinations; there were
very good results, which show the real in-
terest taken by the cadets in their work.
We are extremely sorry that Mrs. Buck has
found it necessary to resign from her position
as Lady Divisional Superintendent. She has
always taken a keen interest in our work, and
has been our Lady Divisional Superintendent
from the time the Rockcliffe Division was
started in 1943. She has been succeeded by
Mrs. Hulse who has cheerfully taken the re-
sponsibility of such a large division of fifty-
In May we had a demonstration at the Drill
Hall in Carrier Square where all the cadets of
the Federal District were inspected. It was a
successful drill and although much efTort was
put into the preparation, the results were well
We are sure that a great deal has been
learnt this year and we hope that next year
interest will continue and that those who are
not returning will be able to put to use the
^ke Matt WUa Neoen, BmiUd
IT WAS a year after the "blitz" and England
was still in a terrible state. Many houses in
our little village had been bombed, and ruins
were seen everywhere.
One afternoon, a little before sunset, I
entered the quaint old Hungarian shop on the
corner. There was no sign of either the old
store-keeper, Mr. Lukacz or his wife, who at
that time of day usually sat in their rocking
chairs by the window. After I tinkled the
bell a few times, Mrs. Lukacz came out from
the back of the store, the Lukacz's sleeping
quarters. She was a kind and gentle old lady,
with soft silver hair, which framed her
wrinkled but sweet face. Whenever I went in
the store, I always hoped that she would wait
on me, for I feared iMr. Lukacz a little. I
could talk freely with his wife but he always
looked at me with the attitude of, "Don't
bother me, child".
But this time Mrs. Lukacz was not her usual
self. Her eyes were red as though she had been
crying and I wondered if I should say any-
thing to her about them. After several attempts
to speak (for in those days I was quite shy)
I asked her if something was wrong. She said,
"no", but started to sob. I was only young
then but I already felt sorry for the old lady
with a husband like hers. In my pocket I had
a clean handkerchief and, going to her, I
pressed it in her hand. A4r. Luckacz, who I
nicknamed, "The man who never smiled",
came into the front of the shop. In a harsh
voice he told me to go away because his wife
wasn't feeling well. I started for the door. As
I was closing it I heard him say, "But we must
get out of here."
I was very much surprised for Air. Lukacz
had never had a German accent before, that
is, to my knowledge. I quickly shut the door
for I didn't want to be caught eavesdropping.
On my "^vay home, I asked mv^self, "What
do I really know about the Lukaczes?" I
didn't know much; no one knew about the
history of the Lukaczes because they didn't
like to talk about themselves. All that was
known was that they had moved here in the
beginning of 1941, almost two years after the
war had begun. What of Mr. Lukacz's sudden
change to a German accent? Suddenly my
mind flashed to a newspaper article I had
read the night before. It had had the heading,
"Believe Nazi leader and wife hiding in Eng-
land". The article told about a stern old Nazi
army leader of approximately sixty years of
age, with a scar on his left cheek. According
to the newspaper he had escaped from a
French prison camp; how it was not known.
The article went on to tell that he had a wife
of about the same age and that for two years
no one had seen or heard of her. The couple
had lived in Hungary before the war and had
then moved to Germany. The description
fitted the Lukaczes perfectly, except for the
scar. But, wait a minute. Mr. Lukacz had a scar
on one of his cheeks! Which cheek was it?
Yes, it was the left! No, it couldn't be so. How
could a gentle and sweet old woman like Mrs.
Lukacz be mixed up in that kind of trouble?
Yet I couldn't get the idea out of my mind.
All this speculation had taken only a few
seconds, and I was still only a few yards away
from the shop. All of a sudden I heard what
sounded like a terrible explosion. I turned
around and was struck dumb with horror at
the sight which greeted my eyes. The little
shop was going up in flames! Screaming, I
started running toward it. A hand held me
back and though I struggled it was impossible
to get free. Blackness came over me and the
next thing I remember was waking up and
finding myself in my own bed with my
mother standing over me.
"What happened?" I asked.
My mother told me that I had been very
lucky, for as soon as I came out of the shop, it
had been bombed and had burst into flames.
In a quiet voice she went on to tell me that the
Lukaczes had not been saved but had died in
the fire which followed the explosion.
I lay in bed thinking, and though I was
sorry for Mrs. Lukacz I felt that maybe it
was better that way. I was sure that Mr.
Lukacz was the Nazi leader about whom I had
read. Dying that way spared his wife the
hardships through which she might have had
I wonder what the Germans would say if
they knew they had killed one of their own
people whom they needed. Of course, I might
be wrong in assuming that Mr. Lukacz was a
Nazi. It doesn't make any difference now,
for the "Man Who Never Smiled" never again
had the opportunity not to smile.
Bf.tsy Alf.xandor, V A
This crazy poem will never rhyme,
Although I'm at it all the time.
The proper words I cannot find,
They just ignore my brilliant mind.
Never try to be too clever,
Don't try writing poems— no never.
Your self assurance slowly goes.
Take this advice from one who kno\\-s!
The silly moral of this story,
Isn't one of fame or glory.
Don't go writing verse that's funny,
You'll end with neither brains nor money!
Wf.ndy Quain, V C
"She is little, but she is wise.
She is a terror for her size."
"Angus" and "Gus" are but two of the nicknames attached
to our long-suffering Head Girl. She has been with us for
eight years and since this year is the last, she is making the
most of it in everj'^ way. One of the three members of the
sitting-room, Angus has an admirable knack of always reaching
the comf'iest chair first, where her hand immediately reaches
for the radio and her eyes rise to "Philip" our pride and joy.
Although she is a very social bird (the May Court Ball is one
e\idence of this) she has done a wonderful job in keeping
the school in order and at the same time happy, besides getting
good marks in all her subjects. So, beware, McGill! Angus is
headed your way. Good luck, Angela!
^ "Bom with the gift of laughter
and a sense that the world is mad." — Sabatirii
"Beef" is back again with us this year as our senior prefect
as well as head of Nightingale. Every Friday afternoon "Beef"
is found dashing downtown in "Frankie" (that's her car) to
procure something hastily that has been forgotten for pre-
fects' tea. Her weaknesses at present are brown bloomers and
cookies. "Beef" has discovered that playing badminton and
skiing all week-end don't exactly agree with the same muscles,
and on Monday mornings during the winter continuous groan-
ing was heard coming out of the sitting room. "Beef" has taken
a full senior matric course this year, her only complaint in this
connection being that when she has her only spare during the
week, she can't get into the sitting room as it is occupied. Next
year finds Wendy at Carleton College (she hopes!). Whether
you are there or not, Wendy, we wish you the best of luck
in the future.
"The past unsighed for, and the future sure."
"Dee" is our only VI M member in the sitting room this
year, as she sprang from the ranks of monitor to the position
of Prefect and Head Boarder. You'll find her anywhere from
behind a mountain of pictures, sorting them for the magazine;
straightening the juniors ties in the morning; making out
weekly pocket-money lists; to deafening people with the dinner
bell. "Dee" is also a very accomplished actress; and this year
you are apt to meet her in a passage, striding along, practising
the part of Noah in the senior play. She leaves the rest of us
gasping after exams as she has a wonderful knack of getting
good marks with httle effort (apparently). This summer we
wave good-bye to "Dee" on a missionary ship bound for
Nigeria. We all wish her the very best of luck and hope she
will be back with us next year, though we wonder if, by that
time, her theme song won't be, "Bongo, bongo, bongo".
"Better late than never, and better dead than late."
"Mumbles", one of our glamorous debs, maunders her way
through our life, but VI Upper is indebted to her for pulling
us through French classes with well-timed "oui's", the hidden
meaning of which only she and Mademoiselle share. I guess
we will all be ardent fans watching Peggy's tennis this summer,
— she has a charge account at the Rockcliffe Tennis Club now.
We don't see too much of "Aiumbles" in classes, as she shuns
our profound science and maths classes to excel at music, with
which she enthralls us. Alake ready the crimson carpet,
Carleton, — "Mumbles" is heading for you next year.
Carol Maclaren ;
"You must wake and call me early,
Call me early, mother mine.
The school-bell r 'mgs at ten to nine.'"
Carol, the most phlegmatic member of VI Upper, is not too
keen about school work, but never fails her exams. Her am-
bition in life is to find the keys to the car, but maybe it's just
as well she can't find them as we heard of her appearance in
court a while back. Carol always leaves her mascots in our
books; "Bugs" or "Destry" have a warm place in her heart. She
has an uncanny memory for movie scripts but we wonder if
James Stewart lias anything to do with it. Next year, Carol
is hoping to go to university in the United States. Wo. hope
our good neighbours realize they are getting a girl with a
potential wealth of knowledge. Good luck, Carol!
"/// sports she excels, in beauty as tvell;
An all-round pal, ive think she's swell."
Libby is our Sports Captain again this year. On Tuesdays
and T hursdays wc can find her tearing around getting girls
assembled for games. She carries the responsibility of this task
extremely weW. The star of the gym class, Libby also skis, plays
tennis, and is, in our opinion, a crack swimmer and diver —
her ambition being to do three somersaults in the air. It is easy
to see why she won the bar to her physical training medal
last year. Her likes are: saiUng, Florida, Queen's University,
Scotland, Nellie Letcher and Gregory Peck. Her good nature
is never lacking, even on the dullest of days. She is, indeed,
everj'body's friend. Libby hopes to follow in her sister's foot-
steps at Queens' next year. After the astounding number of
eleven years at Elmwood, her sunny smile and cheerful nature
will be sorciv missed. It is our loss, but it is Queens' gain.
"/ have often regretted my speech, never my silence."
Ann is the youngest House Senior, and the only one in
VI (M. She is a great favourite of everyone and the enthusiasm
which she shows toward her school work as well as her sport-
ing activities make her a great asset to Fry. Ed's pet aversion
are advertising difficulties, in spite of which she has done a
marvellous job as head of the magazine advertising committee.
She is an ardent Scotch patriot as shown in the name of her
beloved horse, "iMacDuff". Ann has a one-track mind when it
comes to discussing summer cottages, and her main ambition
in life is to win the saihng races at Portland-on-the-Rideau.
As well as riding and sailing, Ann enjoys swimming, tennis,
music, and art, along with an occasional mixing in the lab.
Ed's fututrc plans aren't settled at the moment, but we all
hope she will return to Elniwood. Whatever she does is
sure to turn out well (as always) so we have no worries as
to her success in the future.
M. Bate J. iMarble A. MacDonald
J. Nesbitt M. Code
P. Fulford H. Barcant
FOR THE past two years we have had Miss
Philbrick on the resident staff, as our
gym and games mistress. We would like to
take this opportunity to thank her for the
enthusiasm and great interest which she has
shown in all our sporting activities. Our tech-
nique and spirit of "Fair Play", which is
strongly emphasized, have advanced consider-
ably under her leadership.
Sports Day 1
On Friday, June 6th, 1947, Sports Day was
held. It was fortunately a day just suited for
such an event, being not too hot, and it proved
a great success in every way. There were con-
siderably more visitors than had attended dur-
ing the past few years. Moreover the pro-
gramme contained a large number of interest-
ing individual events which added to the
Nightingale captured the Inter-house Sports'
Day Cup, winning over Fry by 10 points and
over Keller by 16. The other victories were
as follows: —
Inter-house Relay— Nightingale
Senior Sports Cup— Judy Nesbitt
Intermediate Sports Cup— Mavis Hothersall
Junior Sports Cup— Shirley Thomas
Preparatory Sports Cup— Lee Mackay.
This year we were fortunate in having ex-
tremely good fall weather and without much
trouble we were able to get the Inter-house
Basketball Games completed by November.
Nightingale House was fortunate in win-
ning the Senior Games and Keller, the Junior.
The points were totaled for the Senior and
Junior Games and it was found that Nightin-
gale was in the lead. Nightingale therefore has
won the Basketball Cup. A game between the
Old-Girls and Seniors took place in the spring;
also a game between the Juniors and Rock-
cliffe Public School is being planned.
Skiing has been exceptionally good this
winter and has been one of the chief enjoy-
ments of the boarders, who went numerous
times to Kingsmere, and to Wakefield. A
number of the day girls spent their week-ends
at Fortune, and Rockcliffe Park has been used
to some extent for the enthusiastic beginners.
Skating has increased in popularity exceed-
ingly since last winter. The rink has been
constantly in use by both the seniors and
juniors and has been used for practicing by
S A iM A R A
the Minto Club members. Twice a week
boarders and a number of the day girls were
given helpful instruction, if they wished, by
Miss Dexter. This was very beneficial.
To the great disappointment of many, the
season was too short and filled with too many
other activities to include tennis tournaments
in the program for 1947, but it is hoped that
the 194S matches will be played as usual.
In the hall during the winter months we
were successful in getting both the Inter-
house and the Senior and Junior School
games played off before Easter. Enthusiasm
has increased but numerous other activities
made it difficult to get the matches played off
rapidly. Fry was the lucky house in again
winning the Badminton Cup by 12 points
over Keller, who came second, having won
the Junior tournaments. The d inners of the
Senior badminton doubles were Angela Chris-
tensen and Wendy Hughson; of the Junior
badminton doubles, the winners were Pamela
Rogers and Rose Alexander.
Gym and Drill
Under Miss Philbrick's instruction we have
had a very enjoyable year. All the apparatus
has been put to use by the Gv'm classes and
"Shipwreck" is still the favourite of the
Juniors. There has been toboganning and fort
building for them on the grounds, and a keen
interest in baseball has been brought out in a
desire for Inter-house baseball games, which
will take place in the spring. The Juniors as
well as the Seniors have had a year of very
HORSES seem to be a favourite topic of dis-
cussion among Elmwoodians this year.
Of course, the Pony Club started it. Colonel
and Mrs. iMann founded the Pony Club this
autumn and kindly invited us to join; many of
us were glad to do so. So far it has been very
successful. There have been rallies on Satur-
day mornings and movies or lectures on
horsemanship when it was too cold to ride.
The Hunt Club has also had a very good
season. Many of the girls, both boarders and
day girls, have been following the hounds
One important event for us in Ottawa was
the retiring of "Lady Cushendon", Shirley
Mann's horse, with a wonderful record of
firsts in the ring.
The school was well represented at the
Horse Show of the Ottawa Winter Fair. In
the children's "Seat and hands" the majority
of riders were members of the school and we
were very proud when Jo-Ann Davis came off
with the cup.
To finish off, this summer there is to be a
grand rally at the Seignory Club, where several
Pony Clubs from Ontario and Quebec are
to compete. We are hoping to send twelve
members from our own club.
We trust that everyone will keep up the
good work and "We'll be seeing you" at the
summer Horse Show.
J. Hargreaves, V C
WHEN WE all arrived back last Septem-
ber we were looking forward to a
very good year. There were five new resident
mistresses, Miss Aldous, Miss Castas, Miss
Richardson and Miss Hudson, the nurse. Miss
Wiltshire, whom we had met last year, took
over the full time post of house-mistress this
year. She has been very kind to riding and
So we settled down to enjoy our serene
lives as Elmwood Boarders (crash). Did I say
peaceful? Well, with the exception of the
lounge when there is anyone in it, and the
senior class room between five and six, the
school is serene.
Some of the officers got their heads together
in early November and decided that the senior
boarders should see more of the day girls.
The result was an attempt at square dancing.
We invited some Ashbury boys, and Peggy
and Wendy brought the records. The first
time, we had only two squares of four couples
each, but in our second session in February
we had three squares. The first time all the
girls wore sweaters and got very hot; the
second time all the boys wore slippery shoes.
They found out just how slippery our hall
floor can be! But everyone had so much fun
that we are looking forward to another before
the year is out.
Poor Miss Hudson and Miss Beckwith! Nine
"Chickens"! Just imagine, nine people got
chicken-pox, and all just before Christmas.
Some of the earlier cases got home at the start
of the holidays, but the Trinidadians and
Andrea Hadley were in the "Chicken coop"
until after Christmas.
Christmas is a wonderful time for us boar-
ders. The last Sunday before the holidays we
have a big turkey dinner (big that is! Have a
fourth helping! ) Then we go down to Mrs.
Buck's house to sing Christmas Carols. This
year we made a record of "Good King Wen-
ceslas" with Mr. Buck singing "The King".
Miss Richardson used to play the piano in
the music room during second study. At least
that's how it started. Everyone loves to listen;
everyone loves to sing. This turned into an
eager group of juniors and intermediates, who
now gather for a sing-song after study almost
every night. Thank you. Miss Richardson.
We have gone to many concerts this year.
The Tremblay concerts have been popular.
Some of the others were so popular indeed that
S A M A R A
a bus was hired to take us. Quite often we gave
the bus driver a concert coming back. Buses
somehow always inspire singing.
This year the bus to take us skiing came for
us at the school. We went up to Kingsmere
almost every "In Saturday" in the winter
term. Miss Wiltshire found that by going in
the morning we avoided the crowd and (not
that we haven't enough pocket money or any-
thing) it only costs us fifty cents for a ski tow
ticket until two-thirty. Just before Easter
when the snow was melting we were taken
to Wakefield for our last skiing.
Birthday Teas came practically once a week
this year. And not one of us got tired of ham-
burgers, weiners, chocolate milk, birthday
cake, and that "yummy" chocolate sauce; we
even had a try at "Cheeseburgers". After
Birthday Teas we all scramble to get a birth-
day candle, and we sleep on it faithfully in
hopes that our dreams will come true— about
LAST June, we learned to our great regret
J that Aliss May was leaving us after many
successful years with the ambitious young
artists of Elmwood. We were, however, fortu-
nate to have, as her successor, Mr. Henri
Masson who has made the year both interest-
ing and beneficial.
We have had a wide variety of training sub-
jects, such as sketching out of doors, drawing
from still-life and from models, and imagina-
tive compositions. Some very surprising work
has been done showing originality and unique
fancies. Mr. Alasson has tried all year (with
success) to get the girls from Trinidad to re-
frain from painting palm trees.
One afternoon early in the fall, reporters
from the Montreal Standard appeared and took
some shots of us working out of doors with
Mr. Masson. A very attractive page of photo-
graphs in the Sunday Supplement was the
The Juniors under A4rs. Amtmann have con-
centrated on filling the page in an interesting
way and on using clear, bright colours. We
congratulate Judy Kellock on her work and
on her promotion to the Senior Art Class.
Several girls have come up to the studio to
pose for us during the winter and we wish to
thank them for forfeiting their free periods
and for being so uncomfortable without
We also thank you, especially, Mr. Masson,
for spending so much of your time in helping
us and for being so very patient.
by Martha Bate
by Sarah Grant
FANTASY ON HALLOWE'EN by A4ary Bums
APRIL SHOWERS by Shirley Smith
Mary Jane Miles
FIRST PRIZE— SENIOR
SECOND PRIZE— SENIOR
FOR SOME years now, Elmwood has held its
annual Christmas bazaar in aid of the
"Save The Children Fund". This year as last,
the school raised over one thousand dollars for
this cause. Among the many guests present
were the Governor General and Viscountess
Alexander. Their Excellencies were received
by Mrs. Buck, Mrs. Edward Fauquier, Mrs.
H. S. Southam and the Hon. Cairine Wilson.
In order to avoid congestion, we tried an in-
novation this year; tables were set up in the
Assembly Hall. Here, under the expert guid-
ance of Mademoiselle Juge, assisted by Norah
Cameron, baby garments and other hand-made
articles were sold. Books and candy were also
displayed in this room. Books, under Betsy
Alexander and her group of helpers, did a
rushing business. Again, this year, candy and
jam were under the convenorship of Miss
Adams and Elizabeth Paterson. The Sunday
before the bazaar was spent in practising the
art of making fudge. The boarders took over
the kitchen, much to the cook's dismay; and
the day-girls, their mothers and friends, in-
dulged in the sport of candy-making. Needless
to say, the candy-counter was a very popular
attraction. The home-cooking which was sold
at the same table under the supervision of Miss
Castas was also much appreciated.
Raffles and stamps were sold in the library.
Miss Chappell and Carol Maclaren were in
charge of raffles. Many useful and interesting
articles had been contributed, and we wish to
thank the donors for their generous gifts.
Stamps were a new feature of the bazaar this
year. Miss Philbrick and a few enthusiasts
collected stamps to add to the customers' col-
The sale of entrance tickets was directed by
Miss MacLean, assisted by Ann Edwards and
form representatives. A contest was held to see
which form could sell the most tickets, and
the juniors put the seniors to shame.
The cloak-room was managed by Miss
Richardson, with the help of Sally McCarter
and this added a considerable sum to the pro-
ceeds. Christmas decorations in the hall and
dining-room were arranged by Deirdre Collens
and the senior boarders.
Tea was efficiently managed by A'liss Dixon
assisted by Angela Christensen and Deirdre
Collens. To prevent crowding a plan was made
to ask guests to use different doors to go in
and come out. This proved to be very satis-
factory. Most of the day-girls and boarders
contributed generously to the provisions for
the tea, and the seniors took turns on the tea-
In the front hall, the Old Girls took over the
White Elephant table, and seemed to have
great fun rooting out every imaginable article
for the lavish display on the counter. We
would like to thank everyone who made it so
successful. Something completely different
from the past was the table of "The Nations"
planned by Mrs. Buck and ably assisted by
Peggy Edwards. A4any valuable and unique
articles contributed by friends from abroad
were attractive and educational. We are most
grateful to those who helped to make this table
During the afternoon, entertainment was
provided. The juniors under the direction of
Mrs. Taylor gave a funny little "GoUywog
Play" followed by a charmingly portrayed
"Nativity Play". The program ended with
V A's play "Written and produced by V A".
It was an amusing and clever take-off on a
radio "soap-opera" V A put a great deal of
work into their play and we congratulate them
on their greatly appreciated effort.
The whole school worked zealously; with
the aid of the mistresses, the girls, their parents
and friends, the afternoon was a great success.
''Teach 7is good Lord to serve thee as thou
To give and -not to count the cost,
To fight and not to heed the ivoiinds,
To toil and not to seek for rest,
To labour and not to ask for any reward
Save that of knoning that ive do Thy will.''
DURING the school year Toc-H has profited
greatly by two visits from representa-
tives of Toc-H. The first was Padre Williams
from England, who told us many interesting
stories about London during the war, and
made us realize what some of the people had
gone through. He also mentioned what good
work Toc-H members had done in starting
canteens and clubs for the service men.
Our second visit was from Miss Gladys
Goodacre, who had been associated with
Head Quarters of Toc-H W.D. in England
during the war. Miss Goodacre addressed a
large group of day girls in the afternoon.
This enabled a great many of us to become a
little more acquainted with the work of
^ Toc-H. She also mentioned that when the
Queen received personal appeals that required
individual attention she sometimes asked one
of the women of the Women's Division of
Toc-H to look into it, and that Aliss Goodacre
herself had on several occasions made visits as
a representative of the Queen. That evening
Miss Goodaci"e met a group of boarders. We
began with the service of light and, following
this, iMiss Goodacre told us first about the seri-
ous side and then about the amusing side of
Toc-H. Miss Goodacre is now a Bishops'
iVIessenger in Manitoba.
On December iith we joined in the world
chain of light, as we have done in previous
All these meetings have helped to bring the
spirit of Toc-H nearer to every one of us, so
that when we leave school we may carry it
wherever we go.
"To think fairly,
To love widely,
To build bravely,
To witness humbly.'"
Elizabeth and Philip were married today
In Westminster Abbey far away.
On November twentieth, forty-seven
Those two were blessed in the sight of heaven.
Her Alajesty The Queen wore a gown of gold
And The King his naval suit, I've been told;
The bride herself wore satin and pearls.
And a diamond tiara on her curls.
Eight bridesmaids attended the Heir to the
Two pages and a maid of honour alone.
Prince Philip in his naval suit \\'as dressed;
His best man stood by and hoped for the best.
After the service back to Buckingham Palace
With all their guests, and Princess Alice.
From there the couple drove away
To their home called Broadlands for a stay.
Great crowds lined the way along the Mall
Now thinking, "She's beautiful",
(They always shall)
As she drove by, there arose a shout.
(They love their Princess beyond a doubt).
Andrea Hadley, V A
* * *
First dreams— first grief— first love; all paltry
These, like the sodden sky, hang bleakly over
From birth to death, their mysteries expend
Themselves; hang round our waists, and just
as limply fall;
Their thoughts grow old— but greater far than
Is the first, pulsating glimpse of knowledge,
From minds of great men. For ever after bliss
Is ours, to fill the void where idle fancy leaned.
Shirley Mann, V A
THROUGH the streets I walked, searching for
food. No one asked me where I was
going, or if I was lost, because so many chil-
dren wander vacantly round the streets nowa-
days, and it has become a common thing. My
feet were cold and the sacking I had wrapped
round them was nearly worn through. I sat
down on the curb, discouraged and hungry,
and my thoughts drifted back to my very
My father had died soon after my second
brother was born and I had little recollection
of him. My mother, my two brothers, and I
lived in a cosy httle house just outside the
city of Antwerp. I often wandered into the
city and I always drifted towards the docks,
which were a center of hubbub and noise.
Then the war came, and soon afterwards
my two little brothers were killed. It was very
lonely but Mummy kept on as a dress-maker,
and was kept busy working for the Frauleins
of the district. She got up at dawn and often
it was midnight before she came home, hag-
gard and worn, laden with bundles of ma-
terials. She would throw me a wan smile and
we would talk for a while then hitch in our
belts and fall into bed, trying to quiet our
hungry stomachs. However, mother became
over-tired and ill, and I was left alone much
of the time to get food, and keep house. At
first it wasn't so bad, but the Germans kept
tightening up on the supplies and soon only
a few meagre dribbles were to be found.
The clock struck and brought me back to
the world of grim reality, I got up and seeing
a garbage-can, staggered towards it, rummag-
ing feverishly through it, but as usual there
was nothing edible except an old gnawed bone.
Although it had obviously been thoroughly
chewed, I hid it under my blouse to take to
mother. I walked home, hoping to find her
feeling better. Yesterday she had suddenly
fainted and had had a terrific fever. Somehow
I was afraid. She had looked so white and thin,
lying there on our one miserable pallet.
I rounded the corner and saw several soldiers
coming laughing towards me. I hated soldiers,
and ran and hid until they had passed. Arriving
home, I found my mother worse than ever.
She kept turning restlessly on her pallet, burn-
ing with a fever that left her weak and trem-
bling. I tried everything; late that night she
died, smiling, but I know in pain. For a while
I just sat there, not feeling, hearing or seeing
anything. Death had followed our family re-
lentlessly striking in swift silent blows like an
unearthly spectre, first my father, then my
brothers and now my mother. I was an orphan.
Later I covered the still, wax-like body with
an old worn rag, and left the house, never to
see it again. I thought I might be able to get a
job as a children's nurse, for although I was
only nine, like most European children, I felt
quite experienced, having had to care for my
two younger brothers before they died. I
went to the house of a wealthy American that
I knew of, hoping to get work there. The maid
opened the door to my persistent knocking,
but having seen so many ragged children come
begging for food, she was just about to close
the door on me, when the mistress of the
house came along.
"Who is it, Anya?" she called.
"Oh, just a child, ma'am; probably come
beggin' for food."
"Bring her in. Why you poor thing, you
look half dead. What's your name, dear?"
again the low, vibrant voice of a beautiful
"Gretchen, ma'am" I replied meekly. "I
came to look for work."
"Work? Why you don't look strong enough
to lift even a broom. Come in dear. Anya,
fetch Gretchen something to eat and bring it
into the study."
This wonderful, vivacious person led me
into a glorious room, where I told her my own
story and why I was there. She was extremely
kind, soon putting me at ease.
They took me in, and treated me as one of
their own children, of whom they had two.
They promised me that when they left for
America, I was to go with them, and that is
how I first came to America, to Massachusetts,
my adopted state.
Judy McCulloch, V A
A Picture I Should Like to Paint
I WOULD love to paint a great big picture
of tlie country that stretches East beyond
Quebec City, the lower St. Lawrence. I would
sit on the highest of the rolling green hills and
paint the shimmering river as far as my eye
could see, from the last misty corner on the
way to Quebec to where the daily-passing
ships meet the sea.
Around a grassy slope my eyes would catch
Les Eboulements, Bale St. Paul, and Mai Baie
(known as Murray Bay to the English). All
the little French Canadian villages that have
gone on in their own colourful, quiet way for
the past three hundred years, unchanged ex-
cept for cars, trains, electricity and knee-
I would paint the sea gulls, crying over the
hills, and swooping to stare at a passing ship,
or ringing their way to the distant south
shore, where the blue hills of Vermont are a
faint line, and the icy grayish yellow-green
salt water that comes in at high tide, over the
grey sand, and entirely covers the submarines
that never came up, and the fishing boats that
With a touch of my paint-brush, the mag-
nificent sunset would appear, the rose, gold,
crimson and purple of a St. Lawrence sunset.
I would sprinkle the little lights on, as they
come out when the sun sinks in the west.
My picture would be complete if only I
could supply the sounds. The hoot of a sea-
bound ship, the endless swish of the tide, the
cries of gulls, and all the familiar noises. Then
my picture would be finished. The picture of
the rolling country that immortalized Wolf,
Montcalm, Champlain and Cartier, the Lower
Jane Hamilton, V C
* * *
One of our mistresses was telling us how she
got her passport to Canada.
First Question: What is your occupation?
Second Question: Can you read and writer
Damp days, tramp days,
These are the days November brings—
Bare trees, cold knees.
Birds flying South with beat of their wings.
Flurries of snow, that swirl and blow,
Covering the hill and the plain-
Ice on the pond, and the lake beyond,
Why winter's come again!
Sallie McCarter, V A
* * *
"Man in the Rain"
A Modern Sketch
He stood there, hunched like a crooked
tree, under his raincoat. I watched him
from a distance. His hands and hat were listless,
dripping in time with the sodden rain. What
was he thinking? The slum-street was grey
and dark, except for one end, where a strange
green-yellow light peered in like the eye of a
searching cat. In front of his dragged-out form
was a store-window, probably belonging to
an old-clothes shop, a pawn broker's or a
laundry. The little stretch of glass was ex-
pressionless; the shop was dark; the pane, lit
only by that weird light from without, was
streaked with rain. I felt like taking a towel
and drying its face. The man moved. I could
see his eyes. Their deep shadows showed
plainly even from where I was. His hands,
which had been hanging from his coat-sleeves
like newly-\\ashed socks, wandered slowly
into his pockets. One hand came out again,
holding a small black object. I could not see
what it was, for it was half-hidden from me.
It glistened slightly silver in the rain. He stood
holding the shape for a few seconds— it could
have been his wallet— then returned it to its
oblong prison. A gust of \vind blew along the
street, throwing a sodden bit of paper against
my legs. I bent down to peel it off. When I
looked up again, the man had gone. He moved
slowly up the street in the direction of the
yellow light. The pavements shone silver-
black. The bridge-rails in the storm-glow
stood up like black sentries. And the rain
passed. Shirley Mann, V A
At ten o'clock each Sunday, the two sing-
ing boys of the church at Bermicourt,
my home in France, hang themselves to the
large rope, and ring the bell of the steeple as
hard and as strongly as their strength permits.
Hearing this signal, the people of the village
in their best Sunday clothes start to walk to-
ward their little old church. First come the
mother and the father; then all the children
walk behind, all straight in their starched col-
lars. They all enter the church and go to
their reserved places with a noise of wooden
shoes on a stone floor. All the children are
sitting on a bench in front, girls on one side
and boys on the other; then come all the
women and maids behind their praying desks.
The men are standing up at the back near the
The mass starts; the old lay clerk begins to
sing with a low, trembling voice; all the
women answer together as high and as
strongly as they can. None of them knows if
she is out of tune, because they all sing with
all their hearts. Each time they have to sit
down it makes a terrible noise, for everyone
is turning her chair; when they have to kneel
they turn them again. During the sermon all
the men go out. When it is finished they come
As there are many holes in the glass win-
dows, often a little bird comes in and, a bit
afraid, flies all over the choir. All the heads of
the children go up and down and from right
to left, as they follow its revolutions, till the
old lay clerk looks at them with severe eyes
and makes a little noise with his tongue to
keep them in order.
When the mass is finished, everybody
rushes out, laughing, talking, and admiring
each other's clothes. Alen go to the "Cafe"
to talk about their afi^airs and to discuss the
news that is posted up on a board near the
door of the church. The rest of their famihes
reach their homes, and the mistress of each
house prepares a good and large lunch to feast
Marie de Hauteclocque, V B
Barbara Ann Scott
Barbara Ann Scott!
Artistry never equalled before,
Rhythm on an icy floor,
Beauty with her flashing blades,
Ambition hers that never fades,
Radiant charm with happy face,
Acrobat with perfect grace.
Attentiveness to all details,
Never slack and never fails.
Newspapers relate those tales.
Skillful in her chosen field,
Clever, and not one to yield.
Ottawa's pride and joy!
To everyone she is, in truth,
The symbol of Canadian youth.
Jill Hodgkin, V B
How Well Do You Know Elm wood?
The following inscriptions are found around
the School. Guess where?
"With Every Good Wish".
"Not for an age but for all time".
Take heed of what your hours are made.
My hours are made of sun and shade.
Out of School.
Presented to Keller House.
Presented by the Prize Winners of
The Northern River.
Presented by the Prize Winners of
"To listen now and always to the voice
Presented by the Prize Winners of
Non Noblis Solum
Deidre Collens, VI M
Answers on page 40
S A AI A R A
— Air-w aves from England!
They w ere playing "The King".
Faintly it came, and muffled-
Then a bit more distinctly—
You could almost hear the words—
—In that bleak fall of nineteen-forty,
The planes came.
Above, and threw missiles of steel
In their insolence.
And towered high above the roof-tops,
Leaping and crackling, when the walls grew
And crumpled to their bed of rubble
To their last rest—
—One would think
That amidst this horror. Fear would stalk
The hearts and minds of men who died
In vain to stem the rising tide
Of lust, arrogance, and pitiless cruelty
Threatening to engulf the earth,
Rushing on and on until the world.
Sorrowing for loss of its greatest weapon.
Tolerance, would collapse in a meaningless
Not so, the Londoners.
When a bomb fell close.
One would remark to the other,
"You know, old chap, those Jerries ain't so
"They missed lis again!"
It was things hke this
Which made the world stand up and cheer.
—"And England shall be free,
"If England means as much to you,
"'As England means to me!"— And it did.
To every one of those British people.
When they fought, the world fought with
But none fought more bravely than London.
—Air— waves from England:
The war is over— they are playing "The King".
The sound is strong, triumphant:
It is the voice of the people— "We told them!"
It is the voice of England.
Shirley Mann, V A
Answers to Quiz
on page 39
1. Board in Hall.
2. Desk in front hall.
3. Picture of Helen Keller.
4. Knocker on Mrs. Buck's office door.
6. A picture in front hall.
7. Picture of Elmwood in Senior class room.
8. Statue of Indian on Horse.
9. Picture in corridor of school house.
10. The frieze in the stone corridor.
1 1. Toc-H corner of senior class room.
12. Cabinet that holds cups.
I 3. Reading desk in Hall.
14. Picture in front hall.
Poor Charlie bought Mary a gay parasol.
As they went to the Fair she looked like a doll.
For he'd bought dancing shoes
For her little white feet.
And pretty blue ribbons to keep her hair neat,
A dainty white pinafore, ruffled and sweet
And small lacey gloves and a skirt with a pleat.
When they got to the fair, though he'd cry
and he'd call
Mary, with John, thought of him not at all.
Jane Graham, VIM
Limericks of IV A
By IV A
To Elmwood came a girl called Jill,
Who on skis had sort of a spill,
She broke one of her bones.
And started her moans,
That poor little skier called Jill.
Mary Frances Matthewman
There was a young girl called Frances,
Who wanted to learn fancy dances,
She tried and she tried,
But nothing applied,
To that silly young dancer called Frances.
There was a young girl called Mairi,
Who never got sick or weary.
When French came along.
She could talk like a song.
That dear little girl called Mairi.
Mary Jane Miles
Mary Jane is a marvel at sport,
Though it doesn't count on her report.
She's bright and she's gay,
Up to mischief they say,
But we're sorry she's changing her port.
I once met a girl called Heather,
Who hated the hot summer weather.
She went for a swim.
And sat on a pin,
And there went the air out of Heather.
In our class there's a girl called Miss Boehm
Who acts very smart and supreme;
She was stung by a bee,
And jumped into the sea.
No wonder her brain's "off the beam".
To England our Tom-boy is going.
On a boat which we hope needs no rowing,
If over it turns.
Our tears will plant ferns,
But we will go out and start towing.
There was a young girl called Toe-Jo,
To school she does not like to go.
With her books in a muddle.
She falls in a puddle,
That muddy young girl called Joe.
Lynne, the form-captain of IV A,
Riding she goes every day.
She has a colt called Kitty,
Who acts kind of skitty,
That shy little form-captain Lynney.
There once was a red head called AUie,
Who with all the girls grew most pallie;
But her temper would rise,
As high as the skies,
If her hair you compare with O'Mally's.
1 have heard of an angel called Sandra
Who owned a black and white panda.
She sprayed it with ink.
From a bottle of Quink,
That silly young angel named Sandra.
There was a young imp named Jennifer,
Who tried to do tricks that would benefit her.
In work or in play,
She is quite brainy they say,
But we're glad that our class hasn't ten of her.
People Associated with Elmwood
I . Symphony.
My sugar is so refined.
The serenade of the bells.
Dance with the dolly with the hole in
Milk-man keep those bottles quiet!
A-feudin' an' a fussin'.
It isn't raining rain, it's raining violets.
Arm, arm ye brave!
In France we say "Oui, Oui". In Spain
we say "Si, Si".
The last time I saw Paris.
That's what Uncle Remus said.
How deep is the ocean?
Swinging on a star.
Smoke gets in your eyes.
I've got six-pence.
Fun and fancy free.
Shoo, shoo baby.
More and more.
How many hearts have you broken with
those great big beautiful eyes.
H. Barcant, VI M
D. COLLENS, VI M
J. NOTHNAGFL, V A
Sofia Sf.tton, V B
Answers on page 44
Epigram on Homework
Too much work;
And teachers lurk
With sword and sabre
To make us labour.
Ann C. Edwards, VI M
In Winter Wonderland
Pine trees' limbs are crowned with snow,
While from them snowflakes gently blow.
Spruces, in their bed of white
Stand with majesty and might
In Winter Wonderland.
Skaters glide on icy sheets.
Skiers try their daring feats,
Children slide on snowy hills,
Experiencing countless thrills
In Winter Wonderland.
Chickadees, so brave and bold.
Never seem to mind the cold.
Sparrows, in their coats of brown
Search for food along the ground
In Winter Wonderland.
Crispy cold and frequent frost
Are never thought too great a cost
For the beauty that enthralls.
And the ceaseless snow that falls
In Winter Wonderland.
Jill Hodgkin, V B
Cloud Dream Fantasy
Dreams, like great thoughts, may come and
And raise their haunting hopes far up above
And thrust and glide, like phantom shapes at
Where circling planets in their glory flow;
Yet still above the mighty cloud-swept bars
The Thought evades them in dark shades of
Still capture's chains the slender dreams resist,
'Til urgent summons at a shade is cast:
Then through the clouds and downward
through the suns
The dream comes swirling in a spiral mist.
Drifting and gliding, 'til its hands are clasped.
A man, inspired, to face his iMaker runs;
His mind, rejoicing, filled with surging might-
Infused into his being. Heaven's glow.
Shirley AIann, V A
P stands for Perfection
R stmids for Royalty
I stands for Importance
N stands for Nobility
C stands for Charm
E stands for Earnestness
S stands for Sanity
S stands for Serenity
E stands for Exactness
L stands for Loyalty
I stands for Ingenuity
Z stands for Zest
A stands for Accuracy
B stands for Beauty
E stands for Exquisiteness
T stands for Truthfulness
H stands for Honesty
Pat Knowlton, V C
* * *
Magnificent and dignified he stands,
Flinging his antler-crowned head
Into great spaces of pine-scented air.
Lithely, upon a rocky ledge he leaps,
And there upon his vantage-point he sees
The forest with its darkly shadowed glades.
The frigid thread of icy mountain stream;
All meet to form the kingdom of the stag.
No foe has dared to trespass his domain,
No murderer to kill his royal kin;
All is serene beneath his kingly rule.
But hark! A horn rings loud and clear!
The bay of hounds responds with instant voice.
The haughty stag has heard the challenge bold,
"The hunt is on!"
Spent at last through many hours of chase.
Once more upon his rocky ledge he springs.
Once, sends his dying challenge back to them.
Back to the men who sought to take his life;
The monarch leaps with all his mighty power,
He leaps to victory and to eternity.
Freedom at last!
Andria Richardson, V A
MANY, many years ago in a large and
dreary city, on an old and ugly street,
there lived a little crippled boy. Day after day
he sat in his dingy little room looking out into
the shabby street. Every day he saw the old
houses and carriages; he knew all the dogs and
cats, and could tell the time by the separate
appearances of the neighbours. There was the
old red brick house with the tumble-down
steps, the yellow and gray one and the two
brown ones. The little boy never saw the blue
sky, the sun, moon and stars, because of the
cluttered chimney pots which broke the sky-
line, and the haze of dirty smoke that lurked
among the roof tops. In the autumn, it grew
cold and windy, and the little boy became
weak and pale and was allowed to sit at the
window for only a little while during the day.
He had a wish which followed him through
the long, dreary day and into the dark night.
He wished, if only for a minute, to see some-
thing beautiful, and he prayed so hard for this,
that he grew tired, and was no longer able
to sit by his window.
One morning he awoke very early, and lay
looking at the walls and ceiling which seemed
to be lighter than usual. Suddenly with a
surge of strength he limped to the chair by
the window and sat down.
A few hours later they found the little boy,
smiling and gazing with unseeing eyes out into
the street, where white, sparkling snow
covered the dirty ground, and where the old
chimney pots were crystal-Covered turrets
and spires in the blue December sky. His wish
had come true.
Jane Hamilton, V A
* * *
Miss Adams: Pam, please read x + Y ~ 12
Pam: One X-th Plus One Y-th equals one
Miss Adams: Yeth.
S A Al A R A
The Place I Dream About
I DREAM about a valley— Wolf Creek, at the
foot of Alt. Wood and Alt. Steele in the
Yukon— a valley of loveliness, I call it. When-
ever I sit and dream, my thoughts wander
there. In my valley no evil or hatred can enter.
I shall describe it to you. My valley runs east
and west. On each side are low rolling hills,
green and fertile. At each end, far away in the
distance one can see high snow-capped peaks.
Early in the morning I can see the sun begin
to appear above these mountains. The snow
first turns to pale yellow, then to a rosy gold,
then to dazzling brightness, and finally fades
to soft M'hite again, as the sun climbs higher
and higher. At night as the sun descends to-
wards peaks at the other end of the valley, the
snow slowly turns to gold and then to rose.
The small white clouds, hovering over the top,
turn to mauve with radiantly golden edging.
The sun lowers and the snow turns to pink,
then to pale yellow once more, and then slips
quietly away, leaving the valley peaceful and
sleepy. Soon, however, the stars come out
glittering on the dark robe of the night. It is
cool in my valley now and all my animals and
birds are asleep. My valley is asleep, too, and
I say goodnight to the place of m\^ dreams.
Valerie Wood, V B
* * *
Key To — Guess Who?
on page 42
Get slim said ma; said I, "I'll try it".
So the doctor put me on a diet.
No sugar, potatoes or anything like that,
"Oh no"! said they: "You'll get too fat".
I cut out cake and cookies too.
Bananas, corn and even stew.
Only fifteen hundred calories a day—
They said I would get slim that way.
I felt so hungry after one meal.
That I ate whatever I could steal;
That sundae, soda and banana split,
Sure tasted good I must admit.
They wondered why I lost no weight.
Instead of gaining twenty-eight.
So horseback riding followed then—
I gained five, the horse lost ten.
My advice to all is never try it,
If you want to get slim, never diet!
Pat Knowlton, V C
* * *
Doom and Destiny
A load of books, a heart that fails.
Coffee steaming in rows of pails.
Pencils sharpened, notes piled high,
A courage that seems to shrivel and die,
A trembling hand, an aching head,
A guilty memory of lessons unsaid.
A pitiable thing, but what I am
As I study the night before an exam.
Half past ten, how time doth fly,
I can't learn a thing should I try and try.
"Health comes first", my mother said.
I figure it's better to go to bed;
"I'll be up at dawn", I promise myself,
"To study from every book on the shelf."
Eight A.Al. How can I sleep?
Will nothing disturb my slumber deep?
Up with a leap at ten to nine
And off to school in a flash,
To write on my paper my name,
The date, the hour— an' a dash.
June Graham, VI M
T'he street lamps shine palely, and the skv
above is impenetrable blackness. The cold
March wind whistles forlornly around the
corners, and dries the streets of their last re-
maining dampness of melted ice. Sunken
scanty patches of dirty, icy snow lie along
the edges of the road. The street-lamp's faint
light glimmers on the ruffled waters of the
village pond that is all but cleared of its layers
of thinning ice.
I can hear the last few chunks of ice floating
down the river at the back of our house. Their
harsh grinding as they bump and swirl against
each other seems to blend strangely with the
sound of the chilling wind.
The footsteps of a sole passing pedestrian
clack strangely clear and flat on the newly
bare sidewalk. The swinging signs on the
shops down Main Street creak and clang with
A dreary picture? Perhaps, but the noisy
wind is strangely comforting as I settle back
in my easy-chair before the warmth of the
fire; and the banging of the signs sound dis-
tant and remote. Into my drowsy mind comes
a picture of spring— its effect of exuberance
and heady vitality just lurking behind those
howling March winds.
Shirley Simith, V A
* * *
Thin and frail
Sitting on a log.
Said to friend,
"Why not end
The life of this poor dog?"
He said, "No go,
Wouldn't waste a bullet".
Besides, he belonged to the Humane
Judy McCulloch, V A
Fruit of the Oak
New peace is bitter, filled with anguished tears
Of sorrow, strife, and bitter memories.
Compare an acorn, bursting with new growth,
Nestled among its parent foliage.
All summer long, its brownness swells with
Until at last, its destined time is come.
It slides to earth, in full anticipation
Of perfumed grass, and singing, full-blown
And joy, in bringing forth, in future age,
An arrogant young stem, majestic tree.
And there it fails. No sheltering warm soil
To save it from the raging winter gales.
No comfort— just the wild winds, buffeting
Its Hfe to stony death. Its tale is done;
And in the early spring, the leaves are dried
And blown away. Now lies the shell,
A withered, dried-up remnant of the past.
No more enclosed, a fluttering of life;
It is a mere, small, moldy thing.
Worthless and worn, and only cast aside.
Shirley Mann, V A
* * *
The Legend of the Lake
MANY years ago, say those who have
heard the tale, when the white man
first knew of Canada, there lived an Indian
tribe called the Deer Feet. They lived on the
shore of Lake Kamineskeg, many days away
from the Inland Sea.
One night, so the white men say, when all
was quiet in the woods, an Indian, dressed in
the skin of the deer, and carrying many hon-
ours in his head-dress, came swiftly along the
bank of the river toward the Lake. He was a
messenger from Chief Moisca of a Huron
tribe. Suddenly, without warning, a musket
was fired; the Indian staggered, fell, and died
on the banks of the Lake, killed by a white
man who was thirsty for gold.
Late at night, even to this day, when a pale-
face walks along the river's edge, he will see
a glimmer, hear a moan. He will flee, afraid,
for he knows the "Legend of the Lake".
Leslie Jackson, V C
S A Al A R A
St. Hilda's School, Calgary
Ridley College, St. Catharines
Ashbury College, Ottawa
The Beaver Log-
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What We Did In India
ONE DAY mummie said to me, "Veena, we
are going to Bombay to meet your
uncle." I had met my uncle before, and he
was a very nice man so I was glad to go. My
aunt there too. She always was glad to meet
us and was very sad when I and my brother.
Mala, left. She gave us all sorts of nuts and
things to eat on the way.
Then we went to a state called Patiala.
Daddy was prime-minister over there. He said
he would work for three years there. Daddy
worked very hard. Then one day, Daddy said
to the prince of the state, "I am going for a
week's holiday to Pingor with my family."
Pingor is a very nice place. There are pools
that keep the mosquitoes away in the summer.
They have beautiful gardens, with fruit,
flowers and vegetables. And there are foun-
tains that are very beautiful if you look at
them from far away. Once mummy let us
paddle our feet in the cool water. We made
Bhapi, my sister, walk in the water so we
could tell how deep it was.
In summer, we went to a place called Simla.
I liked it very much. In Simla you are not
allowed to drive cars around the city so people
go in rickshaws. We lived in a house on the
top of the hill, so we had to climb quite a lot
before we reached the house. From Simla we
went back to Bombay and flew in a small plane
Veena Malik, Form IV
Fluffy white clouds floating through the sky,
I could watch you until I die.
Drifting through the heavens like big sheep.
The wind is your shepherdess, little Bo-peep.
And when the sun goes to bed.
You will make a pillow for his head; .
Here below on the grass I lie,
I could watch you until I die.
Judy Kellock, Form III
My Dog Frisby
Frisby is a naughty pup,
Bites my slippers,
Ever since I've brought him up.
Chews my shoe.
The naughtiest pup,
I ever knew.
TisH Heeney, IV B
Flowers are beautiful.
Flowers are gay,
Flowers are lovely all the day.
But when night comes they close up tight.
Before they do so, they say good-night.
Margaret Gill, Form III
There is a hustle and a bustle,
Around the world today;
The grass is growing longer.
The flowers bright and gay.
The birds are singing loudly.
The brook is singing too.
I am very happy.
Jenepher Hooper, Form III
The Monkey That Had a Short Tail
ONCE upon a time there was a monkey that
was very sad, because he had a very
short tail, and everybody called him "Shorty-
Short Tail" and he did not like it.
One day he decided that he would do some-
thing. He was going to the store to buy some
sausages to tie to his tail. When the other
monkeys saw him they just laughed, and he
cried. So he had a short tail ever after.
Lorna Price, Form II
An Unusual Pet
ONCF. upon a time there Hved in a jungle
a little Koala bear. He was very
chubby and fat. One day while he was swing-
ing on the bough of a tree near his home, he
heard a low whistle, which he had never heard
before. Just then he saw a flash of white, then
another flash of white that stayed this time.
The little Koala bear caught sight of a man
with a gun. He got down from his tree and
ventured near. He hid behind a bush and
peeped around it. He saw the most extra-
ordinary sight. He saw something that was
red, with a bit of yellow in it. It was a fire.
The Koala bear went so near that in one
moment he felt a big hand around his waist.
A shudder went through his spine.
Then he remembered what his mother
always said, "Don't go too near anything you
don't know about; it is dangerous". The big
hand was still clutching him, then it put him
down on a box. He heard a big voice say to
someone else. "Look what I have found, a little
Koala bear". Then another voice said, "Good
work, Joe; now we can give it to the zoo.
We will get a lot of money for him". Then
the former said, "Let's go back straight away".
So they packed their things and put the Koala
bear into a cage and went ofi^. They went by
train part of the way, and the rest of the way
by car. The Koala bear was frightened. At
last they got to the zoo. At the zoo the Koala
bear was named "Chubby". A little girl
bought him and I hope they both lived happily
Biddy Heseltine, Form III
* * * Age 8.
Early in the morning,
Robins start to sing,
Alistress Spring has come again
To gladden everything.
The children all are waking
To the glory of the spring.
And to the Lord, our Maker,
Their little songs they sing.
Sheila McCormick, Lower IV B
Age 1 1 .
Gliding, sliding over the ice
Don't you think it would be nice?
Oh, look, somone has fallen down,
I hope they haven't hurt their crown.
Over there is another girl,
She's about to do the twirl,
Round— there she goes.
Standing upright on her toes.
Rosemary Findlay, Form II
When autumn turns leaves to red and gold.
And fruits and grain are stored for winter use.
When logs are cut and summer birds have
We pause and thank the Lord for all His Love.
B. CuNLiFFE, Lower IV A
* * *
Roses are red,
And roses are white.
Daisies are white.
With yellow inside.
Tulips are pink.
Tulips are blue.
And violets are pretty,
And so are you.
Veena Malik, Form III
Look at the birds.
Away up there.
Aren't they lovely,
Aren't they fair?
The birds, the birds,
Are building a nest,
Right in the coat.
The scarecrow's best.
Margaret Gill, Form III
in the Class
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September 17— Boarders returned to school.
September 18— School began.
September 20— All boarders went on a picnic to Britannia. That night fifteen of us went to see
the Danish Gym Team at the Coliseum.
October 4— All boarders went on a boat trip up the canal to Dow's Lake. At night some of us
went to an Ashbury House Dance.
October 8— Fourteen of us went to hear the Don Cossack Singers at the Capitol.
October 13— Holiday for Thanksgiving.
October 18— We went up the Gatineau for the afternoon.
October 19— "Youth Sunday"— A special service was held at St. Bartholomew's for Elmwood
October 31-November 3— Long week-end.
November 6— Some of us went to see the Ice-Capades.
November 14— Christ Church Bazaar. The first square dance for senior day girls and boarders.
Members of the Pony Club went to see the Pony Club Horse Show.
November 20— A Holiday for the wedding of Princess Elizabeth.
November 25— First Tremblay concert of season.
November 26— Tea in aid of the "Save the Children Fund" held at the home of Mrs. Arthur S.
November 27— Some of us went to see the Gilbert and Sullivan Operetta "The Gondoliers".
November 29— A large number of us went to see "The Tempest", put on by The Queens' Drama
December 13— We were taken to see the movies of the Royal Wedding.
December 14— The last Sunday before Christmas. We were invited to a Carol Service and tea
at Mrs. Buck's home.
December 15— The Bazaar.
December 18— School closed for the Christmas holidays.
January 7— Boarders returned.
January 8— School began.
January 10— All the boarders spent the day skiing at Kingsmere.
January 19— A group of us saw "John Bull's Other Island" by The Dublin Gate Players at the
January 20— Some of us went to hear the Argentine Pianist, Antonio de Raco.
January 23— The juniors went to the Ice Cycles.
January 24— We went skiing again at Kingsmere.
January 29— About ten of us went to a movie to celebrate the end of exams.
January 30— Some cadets went to a play at the National Gallery given by a group of St. John
February 4— A few hoarders went to a debate at The House of Commons in connection with the
radio program "Citizen's Forum".
February 7— We all went skiing at Kingsmere. Some boarders went to an Ashbury House Dance.
February 10— Miss Goodacre talked to a group of older boarders in the library about Toc-H.
February 12— We went to hear Donald Dame sing.
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BOARDERS' CALENDAR — Continued
February 20-23— Long week-end.
February 25— Tremblay concert, De Paur Infantry Chorus— a group of Negro GI'S.
February 28— We all went to the Capitol to see "The Unfinished Dance".
March 2— Some of us heard Ruth Draper.
March 5— A square dance.
March 10-Cadet Drill at St. George's Hall.
March 11— A good many of us went to see Nia Slavenska and her ballet at the Capitol.
March 13— We all went skiing for the day at Wakefield.
March 17— Five girls went to the Tremblay concert Philharmonic Piano Quartet.
March 22— A large group of us went to see "Macbeth" at the Capitol with Michael Redgrave and
March 23— School closed for Easter HoUdays.
April 6— Boarders returned to school.
April 7— School opened.
April 9— We went to a hockey game between R.C.A.F. Flyers (Olympic Champions) and an
all-star professional team.
April 16— All the boarders saw the Minto Follies with Barbara Ann Scott.
April 23— "Noah" by Andre Obey was presented by the senior dramatics class, under the
direction of Julia Murphy.
April 27— Exhibition tennis games by world champions.
April 28— We heard Verdi's Requiem given by the Ottawa Choral Union.
May 1— A party from the school attended the Dominion Drama Festival at the Little Theatre.
May 7-8— Elmwood and Ashbury presented Shaw's "You Never Can Tell" at the Little Theatre,
under the direction of Mr. Belcher.
June 9— Closing.
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SCHOOL CALENDAR 1947-48
September 18— School opened.
October 8— Padre Williams spoke to the school on Toc-H.
October 13— Thanksgiving Day. School holiday.
October 21— Hallowe'en Party.
October Si-November 1— Mid-term long week-end.
November 7— The Ven. C. G. Hepburn spoke to the school on Remembrance Day.
November 14— The senior boarders and day girls invited a few boys from Ashbury to a square
dance which was greatly enjoyed by all. (Two squares).
November 20— School holiday on the occasion of the marriage of H.R.H. Princess Elizabeth to
H.R.H. Duke of Edinburgh.
November 21— Miss Hasell gave us a very interesting talk, illustrated with lantern slides, on the
work of the Sunday School Caravans.
December 12— Mrs. Edward F. Fauquier kindly consented to judge the House Collections
December 15— The annual Bazaar was held again, the proceeds of which went to the "Save the
December 18— The Christmas holidays began.
January 8— School re-opened.
January 22— Examinations started.
January 30— Free day.
February 6— Mr. Humphreys showed the school some very interesting lantern slides of the
February 10— A4iss Goodacre spoke to a group of Seniors on Toc-H.
February 20-23— iMid-term long week-end.
March 5— Another Square Dance, this time with three squares.
March 23— Easter Hobdays began.
April 7— School re-opened.
April 23— Senior dramatics art class presented "Noah".
May 7— Elmwood-Ashbury play.
May 7— Examination began.
May 7— Examination ended.
June 6— Sunday evening service for boarders and senior day girls.
June 7— Sports Day.
June 9— Closing.
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Ahearn, Lilias Jean— 2 1 1 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park
Alexander, Rose Maureen— Government House
Alexander, Elizabeth Frances— 68 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park
Ball, Susan Elizabeth— 296 Carling Ave.
Barcant, Halcyon— Saddle Road, 104, Maraval, Trinindad
Bate, Martha Cameron— 32 Range Road
Boehm, Margaret Elizabeth— 264 Fourth Ave.
Boyd, Margaret Diane Sedgwick— 284 Chapel Street
Boyle, Elaine Catherine— Maniwaki, Quebec
Brain, Susan Douglas— Ashbury College, Rockcliffe Park
Brain, Victoria— Ashbury College, Rockcliffe Park
Brunet, Persis Alexandra— 1 20 Wurtemburg Street
Burns, Mary Eleanor— 541 Besserer Street
Busk, Alannah Margaret— 66 Waller Street
Cameron, Norah Isobel Livingstone— 27 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park
Charleson, Susan Gail— 15 Belvedere Crescent
Chistensen, Angela Marian— 120 Wurtemburg Street
Clarke, Susannah Elizabeth— 387 Ashbury Place, Rockcliffe Park
Claxton, Helen Jane— 190 MacLaren Street
Code, Mary McRae —310 Clemow Avenue
Collens, Edris Deirdre Mary— c/o Police Headquarters, Lagos, Nigeria, B.W.A.
Colville, Antonia— 383 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe Park
Colville, Jane— 383 Mariposa Avenue, Rockcliffe Park
Crozier, Lucinda Jane— Lake Shore Road West, Port Credit, Ont.
Cunliffe, Barbara— 443 Wilbrod Street
Davis, Jocelyn Ann— 210 Rideau Terrace
De Wolf, Suzette— Esquimalt, B.C.
Edwards, Ann— 55 McKay Street
Edwards, Peggy— 495 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe Park
Fagan, Joan— 22 Wendover Avenue
Findlay, Rosemary Constance— 3 18, Windsor Arms Apartments, Argyle Avenue
Fulford, Pamela Broughton— 47 Binscarth Road, Toronto
Gates, Dorothy Margaret Kathleen— 570 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park
Gibson, Barbara Mary— 435 Daly Avenue
Gilchrist, Wendy— Roxborough Apartments
Gill, Margaret— 271 Springfield Road, Rockcliffe Park
Gillies, Jessie— 75 Notre Dame Street, Aylmer, Quebec
Graham, Diana Jane— 33 Butternut Terrace
Graham, Sandra— Five Oaks, Aylmer Road, Hull, Quebec
Grant, Caroline— 407 Minto Place, Rockcliffe Park-
Grant, Sarah Bergen— 407 A4into Place, Rockcliffe Park
Hadley, Andrea— 28 Aylmer Road, Hull, Quebec
Hamilton, Jane Ann Beresford— 425 Daly Avenue
Hargreaves, Judith— Massawippi, Quebec
Harris, Jill Anne— Sackville, New Brunswick
Heeney, Patricia— 383 Ashbury Place
Heney, Janet Margaret— 1 11 Cooper Street
Heseltine, Elizabeth— Government House
R. P. Miller-Stationers
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DIRECTORY — Continued
Hodgkin, Jill Elizabeth— 40 A'IcKinnon Road, Rockcliffe Park
Hooper, Jenepher— 194 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe Park
Hothersall, Mavis Lillian— 1008 Gladstone Avenue
Hughes, Sheila Rosamond— 43 Blackburn Avenue
Hughson, Wendy— 3 Crescent Road, Rockcliffe Park
Jackson, Leslie Anne— 382 Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe Park
James, Sandra Audrey Ellen— 234 Rideau Terrace
Johnstone, Susan— Elmwood, Rockcliffe Park
Kellock, Judith Anne— 72 Acacia Avenue -
Kilgour, Ruth Rutherford— 3 1 2 Russell Hill Road, Toronto
Knowlton, Mary Patricia— 43 Sunset Boulevard
Leonard, Margot— c/o Mr. Stephen Pell, Fort Ticonderoga, N.Y., U.S.A.
Mackenzie, Alison— 459 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park
Mackenzie, Marion Roger— 459 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park
Maclaren, Carol Anne— 270 Buchan Road, Rockcliffe Park
Marlaren, Judith Emma— 2 1 3 King Street East, Brockville, Ont.
Malik, Veena— Chateau Laurier
Mann, Shirley— 494 Lansdowne Road, Rockcliffe Park
Mansur, Judy— 5 Belvedere Crescent
Marble, Joan Charlotte— 12 Maple Lane
Matheson, Mairi— 289 Clemow Avenue
Matthewman, Mary Frances— Aylmer Road, Hull
Matthews, Joan— 231 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park
Mayburry, Lynne Isabel— Box 266, Alymer Road, Hull, Quebec
Mayburry, Phyllis Mildred— Box 266, Aylmer Road, Hull, Quebec
McCarter, Sarah Jane (Sally)— Box 2005, Telegraph Bay Road, R.R. 4, Victoria, B.C.
McDonald, Audrey— 17 Wendover Avenue
McKay, Lee Avis Gobeil— R.R. i, Aylmer Road, Hull, Quebec
McKay, Shirley Ann Gobeil— R.R. i, Aylmer Road, Hull, Quebec
McCormick, Sheila Georgina— 2 Frederick Place
McKee, Sandra Patricia— 150 Argyle Ave.
McCulloch, Judith Margaret— Hotel Fourteen, 14, East 60th Street, New York City, U.S.A.
Miles, Helen Alice Louise— 55 Delaware Avenue
Miles, Mary Jane— 55 Delaware Avenue
Mothersill, Joan Isabel— 661 Aianor Road, Rockcliffe Park
Nesbitt, Judith— 79 McKinnon Road, Rockcliffe Park
Nothnagel, Christian— P.O. Box 302, Port of Spain, Trinidad, B.W.L
Nothnagel, Jacqueline Anne— P.O. Box 166, Port of Spain, Trinidad, B.W.L
Paterson, Elizabeth McBride— 275 MacLaren Street
Price, Lorna— 74 Kenora Street
Quain, Wendy Lynne— Kingsmere, Quebec
Richardson, Andria Thistle Barker— 260 Cloverdale Road, Rockcliffe Park
Rogers, Heather Mauriel— R.R. i, Aylmer Road, Hull, Quebec
Rogers, Pamela Anne— 251 Cooper Street
Rowley, Andrea Joan— Roxborough Apartments
Rutherford, Dorothy Virginia— 404 Laurier Avenue East
Sanders, Toby Lee— 10 Mona Street ,Eastview
Semil, Eva— 23 Cedar Street, Eastview
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Setton, Sofia— Box 178, Barranquilla, Colombia
Sichrova-Nemec, Eva Sonia— 42 1 Laurier Street East
Smith, Shirley Kathleen— 514 Manor Road, Rockcliffe Park
Struthers, Millicent Colville— 277 Nelson Street
Thomas, Shirley Laura— Twin Gates, Aylmer East, Quebec
Toller, Joan Frances— 22 1 Cobourg Street
Wall, Elizabeth Anne— 584 Manor Road, Rockcliffe
Wallis, Sandra Haden— 238 Clemow Avenue
Wilson, Elizabeth Macoun— i Maple Lane
Winfield, Ann— 133 Acacia Avenue, Rockcliffe Park
Wood, Valerie— 134 East 40th Street, New York City, U.S.A.
Woods, Jill— Roxborough Apartments
Woollcombe, Jennifer Charlotte Nickle— 430 Besserer Street
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Baptist, Sherril— 551 Fairview Ave., Rockcliffe Park
Baptist, Carol Jane— 551 Fairview Ave., Rockcliffe Park
Blackburn, Wendy— 70 Rideau Terrace
Charlson, Marian— 1 5 1 Belvedere Crescent
Dickson, Robert— Apt. 10, Hyde Court, 10 Mona Street, Eastview
Drury, Leith— Mariposa Road, Rockcliffe Park
Fauquier, Alex— 441 Roxborough Ave., Rockcliffe Park
Flood, Christopher— 45 1 Roxborough Ave., Rockcliffe Park
Gilbert, Ann— 132 Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe Park
Gill, Alan— 129 Howick Street, Rockcliffe Park
Glass, Nancy— Ashbury House, Rockcliffe Park
Hazeland, Alix— 90 Buena Vista Road, Rockcliffe Park
Lawrence, John— 480 Oak Hill, Rockcliffe Park
Lawson, Diana— 300 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe Park
Lynn, Neil— 452 Roxborough Ave., Rockcliffe Park
MacTavish, Jane— Thorold Road, Rockcliffe Park
Moncel, Bonny— 20 Charles Street
Neethling, Frosty— 216 Manor Road, Rockcliffe Park
Newsome, Julie— 124 Russell Road, Overbrook
Price, Sally— 1 18 Lisgar Road, Rockcliffe Park
Rae, Jennifer— 127 Acacia Ave., Rockcliffe Park
Semil, Margaret— 2 3 Cedar St., Eastview
Southam, Susan— 550 Prospect Road, Rockcliffe Park
Spry, Richard— 83 John Street
Toller, Judith— 102 Park Road, Rockcliffe Park
Watt, Mary— 151 Rideau Terrace
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. . , the chance to purchase two
pairs of shoes at LESS THAN
$4! Exactly as sketched, with
finest quality duck upper, plat-
form non-slip sole and "scoop"
heel. Sizes 4 to 9.
College Shop of Shoes,
CHARLES OGILVY LIMITED
J RUNGE PRESS LIMITED
I OTTAWA CANADA