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— Browning 


JUNE, 1948 


— Browning 






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- 
sary experiment. 

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! 



Assistant Editors 

Art Notes 
Sports Notes 
Dramatics Notes 
Music Notes 
Cadet Notes 
'^oc H Notes . 

Old Girls' Notes 
Boarders' Notes 

Advertising Committee 

iMagazine Advisers 

Angela Christensen 
J Wendy Hughson 
1 Carol Maclaren 
Deirdre Collens 
Martha Bate 
Elizabeth Paterson 
Jane Graham 
. Shirley Mann 
. Judy McCuUoch 
. Deirdre Collens 
Halcyon Barcant 
Joan Marble 
Elizabeth Paterson 
. Pamela Fulford 
Ann Edwards 
Betsy Alexandor 
Martha Bate 
Barbara Campbell 
Peggy Edwards 
Dorothy Gates 
Sheila Hughes 
Joan Marble 
Elizabeth Paterson 
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. 

House Members 
Head of House— Wendy Hughson 
Prefects— Angela Christensen, Deirdre Collens 
House Senior and Sports Captain- 
Elizabeth Paterson 

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. 


Senior Basketball 

Elizabeth Paterson 
Angela Christensen 
Deirdre Collens 

Senior Badminton 

Wendy Hughson 
Jacqueline Nothnagel 

Junior Basketball 

Ruth Kilgour 
Valerie Wood 
Jill Hodgkin 

Junior Badminton 

Jill Hodgkin 
Valerie Wood 

House Teams 

Wendy Hughson 
Sheila Hughes 
Judy Nesbitt 

Angela Christensen 
Elizabeth Paterson 

Sarah Grant 
Elaine Boyle 
Mary Jane Miles 

Ruth Kilgour 
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 



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". 

House Members 

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 

Senior Basketball 

Audrey MacDonald 
Peggy Edwards 
Margot Leonard 
Senior Badminton 
Margot Leonard 
Peggy Edwards 
Junior Basketball 
Sofia Setton 
Helen Miles 
Elizabeth Wilson 
Junior Badminton 
Phyllis Mayburry 
Helen Miles 

Betsy Alexandor 
Lucinda Crozier 
Rose Alexander 

Shirley Smith 
Betsy Alexandor 

Pat Knowlton 
Mavis Hothersall 
Diane Boyd 

Mavis Hothersall 
Wendy Quain 

March Winds 

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 



JftuOe Motel 

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 
the future. 

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. 

House Members 

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 
Senior Basketball 

Judy McCulloch 
Barbara Campbell 
Carol Maclaren 

Senior Badminton 

Judy McCulloch 
Pamela Rogers 

Junior Basketball 

Joan Mothersill 
Virginia Rutherford 
Susan Ball 

Junior Badminton 

Aiarion MacKenzie 
Millicent Struthers 

Shirley Mann 
Luella Wills 
Ann Edwards 

Ann Edwards 
Carol Maclaren 

Pamela Rogers 
Millicent Struthers 
Sandra James 

Judy Maclaren 
Sandra James 


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 

V. Rutherford 
M. Struthers 

Junior Basketball 
J. Mothersill 
P. Rogers 

S. Ball 
S. James 

Fry Senior Basketball 
P. Brxinet S. Mann A. Edwards 

M. Bate J. AlcCulloch C. Maclaren 





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- 
drum plays. 

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 
"young" Japhet. 

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- 
lightful experiment. 

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 
April 20th. 

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 
Elmwood bazaars. 

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. 

' Noiel 


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. 

General News 

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 
is studying. 

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 
Research Council. 

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 
in Norway. 

Sue (Kenney) Howe is living in Halifax. 

Glenn (Borbridge) Jurozynski is Hving in 
London, England. 

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 
in Montebello. 

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 
record there. 



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 
College Revue. 

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 
last fall. 

Vivian (King) Sykes is in Germany with 
her husband. 

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 
this work. 

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- 
one cadets. 

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 
worth it. 

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 
knowledge gairied. 

^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 
to live. 

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 

Angela Chrislensen: 

"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! 

Wendy Hughson: 

^ "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. 

Deirdre CoUens: 

"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". 


Peggy Edwards: 

"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! 

Elizaheth Palerson: 

"/// 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. 

Ann Edwards: 

"/ 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. 

AIONITORS 1947-1948 

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 
valuable instruction. 

Horse Nonsense 

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 
this season. 

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 
skating enthusiasts. 

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 
next year. 

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 


APRIL SHOWERS by Shirley Smith 


Mary Jane Miles 

Shirley Mann 

Pat Knowlton 



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.'" 

The Wedding 

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 


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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 
early childhood. 

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- 
length skirts. 

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 
never returned. 

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 
St. Lawrence. 

Jane Hamilton, V C 

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One of our mistresses was telling us how she 
got her passport to Canada. 
First Question: What is your occupation? 
Answer: Teacher. 

Second Question: Can you read and writer 

November Days 

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 


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"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 




My Church 

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 
in again. 

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? 
Summa Summarum 
Pactum Serva 

"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 

1929- 30. 

"To listen now and always to the voice 
of God". 

Presented by the Prize Winners of 

1930- 31. 

Non Noblis Solum 
Aldermaston Park 

Deidre Collens, VI M 


Answers on page 40 




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War Memorial 

— 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. 

They roared 
Above, and threw missiles of steel 
In their insolence. 

Flames grew, 
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. 

5. Sun-dial. 

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 

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 

Jill Harris 

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. 

Mairi Matheson 

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. 

Heather Rogers 

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. 

Margaret Boehm 

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". 

Barbara Cunliffe 

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. 

Jo-Anne Davis 

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 Mayburry 

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. 

Alison Mackenzie 

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. 

Sandra McKee 

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. 

Jennifer Woollcombe 

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. 


1 1 

1 2 





2 I 

My sugar is so refined. 

The serenade of the bells. 

Dance with the dolly with the hole in 

her stocking. 

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. 

Deep purple. 

Fun and fancy free. 

Shoo, shoo baby. 

More and more. 

How many hearts have you broken with 
those great big beautiful eyes. 
Love letters. 

H. Barcant, VI M 





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 
faintly go. 

And raise their haunting hopes far up above 
the stars; 

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 



Princess Elizabeth 

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 

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The Stag 

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 


The Wish 

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 

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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 

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Key To — Guess Who? 

on page 42 


Airs. Buck 


Aliss Castas 


Aliss Chappeli 


Aliss Philbrick 


Miss Adams 


Aliss Wiltshire 


Aliss Hudson 

Air. Buck 


Aliss Beckwith 
Aliss Dixon 


Airs. Stephen 


Air. Alasson 


Airs. A4urphy 


Air. AlcTavish 


Airs. Taylor 


A'liss Richardson 


Airs. Chamberlin 


Alademoiselle Juge 


Aliss AlacLean 

1 I. 

Aliss Aldous 


Airs. Gates 

Never Diet 

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, 
my form. 

The date, the hour— an' a dash. 

June Graham, VI M 




March Promise 

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 
their motion. 

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 


* * * 


Saw dog. 

Wagging tail 

Thin and frail 

Sitting on a log. 

Said to friend, 

"Why not end 

The life of this poor dog?" 

He said, "No go, 

Poor show. 

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 

The Ammonite— 

St. Hilda's School, Calgary 

Arta Ridleana— 

Ridley College, St. Catharines 

The Asburian— 

Ashbury College, Ottawa 

The Beaver Log- 
Miss Edgar's and Miss Cramp's School, 

Bishop's College School Magazine- 
Bishop's College School, Lennoxville 

Bishop Strachan School Magazine- 
Bishop Strachan School, Toronto 

The Blue and White- 
Rothesay Collegiate School, 
Rothesay, N.B. 

L The Branksome Slogan— 

Branksome Hall, Toronto 

The Eagle- 

Rupert's Land Girls' School, 
Winnipeg, Man. 

Edgehill Review— 

Edgehill, Windsor, N.S. 

Hatfield Hall Magazine— 
Hatfield Hall, Coburg 

Inter Muros— 

St. Clement's School, Toronto 

King's Hall Magazine- 
King's Hall, Compton, Quebec 

Lower Canada College A4agazine— 
Lower Canada College, Montreal 


Harvergal College, Toronto 

Olla Podrida- 

Halifax Ladies' College, Halifax, N.S. 

Ovenden Chronicle— 

Ovenden School, Barrie 


Strathallan School, Hamilton 

f. Andrew's College Review— 
St. Andrew's College, Aurora 

he Study Chronicle— 
The Study, Montreal 

The Tallow Dip— 

Netherwood, Rothesay, N.B. 

Trafalgar Echoes- 
Trafalgar, A4ontreal 

Trinity University Review- 
University of Toronto, Toronto 

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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 
to Karachi. 

Veena Malik, Form IV 

Age 9 


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 
Age 8. 

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 

Age lo. 

My Garden 

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 

Age 9. 


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. 
Aren't you? 

Jenepher Hooper, Form III 
Age 9. 

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 

Age 8. 



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 
ever after. 

Biddy Heseltine, Form III 
* * * Age 8. 

Spring Morning 

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 
Age 9 


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 
Age 12. 

* * * 


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 
Age R. 


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 

Age 9. 



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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 

and Ashbury. 
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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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 

Flora Robson. 
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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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 
once again. 

December 15— The annual Bazaar was held again, the proceeds of which went to the "Save the 
Children Fund". 

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 



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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 


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 

Wijkman, Christina— Swedish Legation, Coltrin Road, Rockcliffe Park 
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PHONE 8-0565M 

416 Richmond Road 


S A A R A 


Electrohix Refrigerator 

Operated by Electricity, Gas 
or Kerosene 



Phone 2-3404 

375 Bank St. 


Headquarters for Wedding, Birthday 
and Anniversary Gifts in China, Tea 
or Dinnerware, Silver, Cut Glass, 
Cutlery, Etc. 

We Specialize in Novelties 
for Showers 

CHINA HALL 245-247 Bank St. 

Dial 2-5874 



Fhie Art Dealers for Nearly Half a Century 

243 Bank St. 



Sjtits by Irving 


Cor. Albert and O'Connor Sts. 
Phone 2-5656 




''The House of Qiictlhy'' 
Tfxf.phonf, 3-1960 
250 RiDFAu St. Ottawa, Ont. 


Bank Strfft, cornfr of MacLarfn 


Ladies Tailor and Furrier 
Phone 2-6983 
242 Bank St. Ottawa 

Baker's Sharpening 

Locksmiths and Cutlers 

Phone 3-3097 
253 Bank St. Ottawa, Ontario 

hi Step with the Styles 


Dial 2-6660 

212 Bank Street, Ottawa, Ont. 
(cor. nepean street) 

General Radio Sales 

Phone 4-6292 
271 Bank St. Ottawa, Ont. 

Childrens Books 

See our gallery for display 
of Childrens Books and 
Amusements for all ages, 
also Jig-Saws and Games. 


The Bookstore 157 Bank St. 

Shaffer's Shoe Shop 

Alluring Footwear for Women 
Teenager Shoes a Specialty 

237 Bank St. Phone 4-3786 






''Ottaiva's Complete Floor Covering Centre" 


Phone 5-7271 




Only One Sludio hi Ottaiva 

Canadian Art Weaving 

244 Bank Street 
Phone 5-8594 

Fountain Pen 

Watch Repairs 

Instruments Limited 

240 Sparks Street 

Aiitojnobile Supplies - Sporting Goods 
Appliances - Tires 



Capital Auto Supplies 

241 Bank St, Ottawa 
Dial 3-0829 



Compliments of 




General Manager 


for the Artist and Student 

Oil and Water Colors, both for the Artist and Student, 
as well as Brushes, Easels, Palettes, Palette Knives, 
Charcoal and Art Papers of all kinds. Canvas, Stret- 
chers, and other Art Material too numerous to list here. 


527 Sussex Street OTTAWA Telephone 3-8461 



Photographic Stores, 


'''Half a century of quality 
and service'''' 


Ottawa, Ont. 



369 Bank Sr. Phone 3-1017 

(§lh fflurinfittg Bl^op, 

Funiiture - China - Silver - Etc. 
Visitors Always Welcome 

484 King Edward Avenue 
Ottawa, Canada 

Telephone 3-9576 

Ottawa Fruit 
Supply Limited 

Importers and Distributors 

Phone 3-5661 

Ottawa, Canada 



Shoes . . . 

for the siiiart modern 

For Sport - Play - Street 
AND Dancing 


Creators and Designers of 
Women's Exquisite Shoes 

162 Sparks Street 


James Hope & Sons, 


61-63 Sparks St. Ottawa, Canada 

Coinpliments of 


Rexall Drug Store 
131 Crichton St. Phone 3-1122 

By Appointment to their Excellencies 


187 Sparks St. 

Phone 5-1481 






Frank I. Ritchie 

Sporting Goods 
Cleveland Bicycles 

'^Ottawa's Most Popular Sports Centre''' 

98 Bank St. 

Phone 2-6278 


Gainsboro Shoppe 


Exclusive Specialty Shoppe 

202 Sparks Street 




Shoe Specialists 

Phone 3-1222 
79 Sparks St. Ottawa 

Rideau Flowers Ltd. 


♦ » > < « ' 

Distinctive Floral 

Telephone 3-8495 


Compliments of 


Barristers and Solicitors 
Ottawa, Canada 


E. Gordon Gowling, K.C. Duncan K. MacTavish, K.C. J. Douglas Watt, K.C. 

Robert M. Fowler John C. Osborne Gordon F. Henderson 


Our policy of paying the highest wages 
in Ottawa attracts the most courteous 
^^^^ and dependable drivers. 

I 3-5611 


Quality Guarded Dairy Products 

275 Kent Street 

Ottawa, Ontario 



Molot's Drug Stores 

Prescription Specialists 

Prompt Delivery Always 


Phone 3-1151 
Phone 2-0252 
Phone 3-8587 

460 Rideau St. 
586 Bank St. 
580 Rideau St. 




Phone 2-0664 

413 Booth Building 
165 Sparks Street Ottawa 


and DYERS 

Name Your 
Favorite Sport! 

Murphy-Gamble'' s Has 
the Fashions for It 

Golfing, riding, tennis . . . 
whatever your pet pastime 
. . . find smartly correct togs 
for it in the Sports shop at 





Conipl'mmits of 




The Evening Citiz^en 

Published Daily at Ottawa, In 
The Citizen Building, Sparks Street 



The Citizen Aims To Be An 
Independent, Clean Newspaper For The Home, 
Devoted To The Public Service 


S A R A 

Brentwood Electric 

178 Bank Street 

Vacuum Cleaners 

Electrical Appliances 


Phone 5-5358 



At Gladstone Ave. 

Phone 2-4700 

Ottawa's Finest Shoe Repairs 


A private camp for school girls 
90 miles from Ottawa 

For further information write 
Miss Ferna Graham Halliday 
71 Oriale Gardens, Toronto 

Ottawa Representative 
Mrs. Peter Smellie 
241 Minto Place 
Rockcliffe Park, Ottawa 



Phone 2-4241 
410-416 Bank St. Ottawa 







Regular 3.95 




Get your Summer play shoes 
NOW . . . you'll not want to 
miss an opportunity like this 
. . , 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, 
Third Floor