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Mrs Judith E Caldwell 
1657 River Road W 
PO Box 8 

Prescott. ON KOE 1T0 



Lucille Hodgins, Head Girl; Mrs. Blyth, Headmistress; Susan Cohen, Head Pre- 

Back roiv: Janet Uren, Margaret Thomas, Kathy Roth well, Vicky Sainsbury, 
Jennifer Heintzman, Janet Davies, Carol Robinson, Beverly Erlandson, Robin 
Ogilvie, Jane Archambault. 

Front row. Lucille Hodgins, Mrs. Blyth, Susan Cohen. 

Head Mistress' Letter 

Dear Elmwood, 

Centennial year is nearly over and it has been very exciting for us all. Apart 
from visiting Expo 67 we have heard much about our country this year and we 
have also sung about it, written about it, and portrayed its history on the stage. 

We can never understand other people unless we really know them. Similarly, 
we must try to know our big country as it streches from the Atlantic to the Pac- 
ific before we can claim to be true Canadians. Do try to travel as much as you 
can to all parts of this great land of Canada and then go abroad to visit other 
continents where the ways of men and women and boys and girls are different 
from our own. When Fran Wilson went to Crofton House School in Vancouver 
for a month last fall and Timmy Wills came in exchange to us, we were symboliz- 
ing our desire to know our country better. Many Canadians have never seen a 
sea-gull or a glacier or a gopher. There are probably many who have never seen 
a real maple leaf. 

Elmwood was very honoured to send Janet Uren to the Yukon last summer 
on a trip sponsored by the Ontario Dept. of Education. Not many of us know 
the North, unfortunately, but those who have been there come back with shining 
eyes and wonderful tales to tell. It is with pride that we publish in our Centennial 
"Samara" Janet's prize-winning poem on Canada, and I urge you all to go to far- 
away places and meet faraway people. 

If you are not able to travel yet, do spend much time reading and watching 
movies about other places, for it is in this way that you will grow up to under- 
stand that all the people of the world are part of God's precious family for whom 
He wants only peace. 

Your affectionate friend and headmistress. 


Back row. Mrs. Edna Sims, Mrs. Mickelthwaite, Mrs. Robinson, Mrs. Harwood- 
Jones, Mrs. Aldous, Mrs. Routliffe, Mrs. MacDonald, Miss May, Mrs. John, 
Mrs. Earle. 

Front roiv: Mrs. Ferris, Miss Driscoll, Miss Black, Mrs. Blvth, Mrs. MacMillan, 
Mrs. Ross, Mrs. Whitwill, Absent: Mrs. Tanczyk. 



June 1967. 

Dear Elmwood, 

The last time most of you saw the school, the early summer sun was shining 
warmly in a brigiht blue sky. By the time SAMARA is published, the sun will be 
weaker and the sky less dazzling, but I hope that the magazine itself will revive 
in full strength the memories of wonderful experiences, everyday traditions, and 
good times, of the past year. 

Canada's much talked-about, much planned-for Centennial is now almost over, 
and Expo '67 will be closing in October. I think everyone will agree that it has 
been most exciting and successful. Elmwood herself entered into the celebrations 
with great spirit, and the results are to be seen in the Centennial Section of our 
special 1967 issue. 

Perhaps one day Elmwood will take part in this country's Bi-centennial, in 2067! 

On behalf of the whole SAMARA staff, I would like to thank all the girls 
whose work and contributions helped to make this edition a true school effort. 
Thank you for the chocolate bars you sold, the stories and poems you wrote, the 
pictures you took, and the advertisements that you obtained. I feel that a little 
bit of every Elmwoodian has gone into the potpourri that is SAMARA 1967. 

We would also like to thank all the teachers, especially our headmistress Mrs. 
Blyth, whose advice and support have enabled us to "carry on"! 

I hope that you will have as much fun reading SAMARA as we had compiling 


Vicky Nicholson 

P,S. We have tried to proof-read this issue as well as is possible. If the occasional 
mistake has slipped by our watchful eyes, please look at it with this in mind: 
"To err is human; to forgive diznne"! 

Standing: Kathy Mulock, Jane Blyth, Fran Wilson, Vicky Nicholson. 
Seated: Mrs. Blyth. 


EDITOR - Vicky Nicholson ASSISTANT EDITOR - Jane Blyth 

LITERARY EDITOR - Kathy Mulock ART EDITOR - Frances Wilson 


ILLUSTRATIONS - Maureen O'Neill DaWh Harwood-Jones 

Dawn Harwood-Jones Joy Wallingford 

HELPERS - Nancy Gale, Moira Phillips, Paula Lawrence, Patricia Mullen, 
Sarah Whitwill, Lynne Sampson 

STAFF ADVISORS - Mrs. Whitwill, Mrs. Aldous 





''Don't shoot the piavo-player, 
She's doing the best she canT 

Lu's best was appreciated by all as she carried out 
the busy and sometimes difficult dudes of the Head 
Girl. Lu also found time to play basketball and 
badminton, and be on the Central Student's Council. 
Lu's smile and gentle ways will be back next year 
for Grade 13. Au revoir Lu, until the Fall! 



''Laugh and the world laughs with you, 
Weep and Susan laughs!" 

Sue was the Senior Prefect this year. She was also 
a member of the Central Students' Council. Next 
year Sue and her laughter will return to cheer up 
Grade 13, for which we are all very grateful!" 




"T^e souVs by nature pitched too high, 
By suffering plunged too low." 

Bev was head cf the victorious Fry House, and was 
very active in school sports,, winning the Senior 
Tennis doubles with Sue McNicoll. Bev's acting and 
singing abilities were shown when she starred in 
"Trial By Jury". Next Fall Bev will be back for 
Grade 13. 



ain^t me, babe." 

Carol was head of Keller and played basketball and 
volleyball, the latter against Notre Dame on the 
school team. The future is still uncertain; good luck 
Carol, wherever you will be. 



"/ warrant thee; my man^s as true as steel." 

Kathy was the hard working Head of Nightingale 
this year. In the fall Kathy returns to these hallowed 
halls for Senior Matric and we hope sihe will still 
find time to play tennis and badminton. 




Where innocence is bliss, ''tis jolly to be ivise." 

Jeff was a Keller Prefect, the Chapel Monitor, 
and sports captain of her house. She won the Bad- 
minton doubles with Nancy Casselman. Next year 
Jeff will return to Grade 13, still pursuing her 
interest in art. 



"■Words, words, ivords!" 




"Suffer little children to come unto meT 

Vicki was a Nightingale Prefect and was also 

the Head Monitor. Our loss will be Carleton's gain 

as Vicki tries her hand at the rigors of Q-year. 
Best of luck! 

Marg was a Fry Prefect and was the school's 
bouncy Sports Captain. She was also a member of 
the "Reach for the Top" team. Next year Marg 
returns for more words in Grade 13. 




"When I am dead 1 hope it may be said: 

'Her sins were scarlet, but her books ivere readJ " 

This has been a busy year for Jane. As well as 
being a Fry Prefect, Jane played volleyball and 
tennis, made a speech for the Ottawa Community 
Chest campaign and walked 27 miles for Oxfam. Next 
year Jane will return for Grade 13. 



''Age cannot wither her, 
nor custom stale her 
infijjite variety." 

Nancy was a Keller Prefect this year. She won the 
Senior Badminton doubles with Jeff and marched 
thirty-one miles for Oxfam, making more money 
than anyone else from Elmwood. Nancy is back 
in the fall, when we all look forward to seeing her 



"Oh, say, can you see by 
the dawn^s early light?" 

Janet has been very busy in her last year at Elm- 
wood. She was a Fry Prefect, flag-raiser, played 
house basketball and volleyball, was Captain of the 
school volleyball team and appeared on "Reach for 
the Top". Janet was also Ashbury's first girl student 
for Grade 13 French. We send her off with regret 
and best wishes to complete Grade 13 at Lisgar. 




''''Truth, Valour, Duty." 

Robin was a Keller Prefect this year. As head of 
the Formal Committee she receives oue grateful 
thanks for a wonderful evening. Robin won the 
public speaking contest and also found time for 
swimming and playing tennis against Ashbury. Good 
luck Robin as you head for secretarial school in 



"You were scarcely so shy 
When I saiv you last." 

Janet was a Fry Prefect this year. Between giving 
out red and black stars, Janet, a keen dramatist, acted 
in the play "Battle of Wits". September will find 
Janet at Carleton for Q year. 



''''Better late than fiever, wot!" 

Marg was a new addition to 6M this year. A 
swimming enthusiast, A-Iarg hails from England. She 
will return next year for our new Grade 13. 


"Silence is golden." 

Joan was 6M's class secretary this year. Her great 
interest is art and she hopes to be a graphic designer 
—after one year more at Elmwood for Senior Matric. 


"'Nay, . . . the very pink of courtesy." 

Ann's great interest is art and she often accom- 
panied Miss May on her expeditions. Ann also has 
a strange affinity for broken legs! We wish her 
the best of luck as she heads off to a school of design. 


"Do not give dalliance to much the rein!" 

Kathy was very active in school sports this year, 
playing tennis, volleyball and basketball. She also 
participated in the Oxfam march. Next year Kathy 
is off to London for secretarial school. Best of luck, 



"Light of step and heart was she." 

Margo played basketball for Nightingale this year 
and also played on the school volleyball team against 
Notre Dame. Next year Margx) will be among the 
courageous who return for Grade 13. 


"Low only comes to those who wait." 

Sheila was another newcomer to 6M this year. 
She was entered in the public speaking contest and 
was a member of the Music Appreciation Club. 
Sheila is the proud owner of a new Camaro which 
will be decorating the Elmwood parking lot next 
year for Grade 13. 


"In maiden meditation fancy free." 

Cynthia is our bilingual import which allows her 
to sleep through French classes! A member of Keller, 
she will be returning for Grade 1 3 in the Fall. 


"He who loves me will love my dog also." 

Sue is an artist and an actress— she appeared in 
the Drama Club's "Battle of Wits." One of the 
more sports-minded memfoers of 6M, Sue won the 
Tennis Doubles with Bev. Next Fall will see Sue 
once more in her green uniform for Elmwood's 
Grade 13. 


'■'■All I ask is a tall ship 
and a star to steer her by." 

A Kellerite, Christie is a keen swimmer. Next year 
is a question mark for Christie, but whatever she 
does we wish her all the best. 


'■'■There are some people who have a semblance of 
disorder, whether or not they really know what 
they're doing." 

Kim was a Kellerite and played on the Elmwood 
volleyball team against Notre Dame. Grade 13 at 
Elmwood is next on Kim's plans. 



"No mind is thoroughly well-organized that is defi- 
cient of a sense of humour." 

Sue was a member of Keller House and was 6M's 
efficient (and humorous) librarian. We will only say 
au re voir for the summer as Sue returns to the new 
Grade 13. 

''Forbear to judge, for we are si?iners all!'" 


Back: Sue Williamson, Margaret Bagnall, Kim Walker, Janet Davies, Jennifer 
Heintzman, Cynthia Magee, Sheila Kershman, Ann Crook. 

Middle: Sue McNicoll, Christie Morris, Janet Uren, Robin Ogilvie, Vicky 
Sainsbury, Jane Archambault, Margaret Thomas, Joan Brodie, Margo Frigon. 

Front: Mrs. Ross, Kathy Nothwell, Carol Robinson, Lu Hodgins, Susan Cohen, 
Bev Erlandson Mrs. MacMillan. 

Absent: Nancy Casselman Kathy Clifford. 



Back: Catherine Thompson, Cynthia Maynard, Paula Lawrence, Cathy Mac- 
Laren, Margaret Armitage, Vicky Nicholson, Trish Simmons, Jane Blyth. 

Middle: Sue Dier, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Alison Conway, Moira Phillips, Miss 
DriscoU, Patricia Wilgress, Janet Hughson, Maureen O'Neill, Evva Massey. 

Front: Angle Andras, Meredith A4anley, Christine Deeble, Joy Wallingford, 
Liz Tanczyk, Sarah Francis, Christie Au'lt. 

Absent: Sue Partridge. 


If 5 A had their way with Closing (which sounds very unlikely) these would 

be the prizes: 

iMiss Driscoll: another year of us (!) for trying to 

put us in shape for the form trophy, (which 

always sounded very unlikely!). 
Angle Andras: a bicycle pump, for having fhe nicest 

1967 T-bird in the Elm wood parking lot. 
Margaret Armitage: four inches added to 'her tunic, 

for having the longest legs in 5A. 
Christie Ault: a hundred free Elmwood lunches, for 

patronizing (!) the Elmwood mess-hall. 
Jane Blyth: an automatic-lock zipper, for 'having the 

first pair of spray-on gym shorts on the market. 
Alison Conway: automatically elasticized socks, for 

being the best-dressed on campus. 
Sue Dier: a Viet Cong pen-pal, for writing the most 

letters in class. 
Sarah Francis: a thousand free shares of "Minnesota 

Alining", for buying the most scotch-tape for her 


Dawn Harwood-Jones : A megaphone, for Whisper- 
ing' the most. 

Janet Hug^hson: a week-end in Orillia, for having so 
much of Big- Town life! ! 

Paula Lawrence: a year's supply of green elactics, 
for setting the Elmwood record in constructing 
and dismantling pigtails (before and after school.) 

Cathy MacLaren: a job training the RCMP "blood- 
hounds", for having the most obedient dogs in 

Meredith Manley: a souvenir "jo'lly green jumper", 
for deserting us and defecting to the U.S. 

Evva Massey: a year's supply of paper tunics for 
keeping Pucci and Quant in busiiness!! 

That was the Closing that WOULD have been! 

Cynthia Maynard: a thousand free DOUBLE passes 
to Famous Players Theatres, for the best attend- 
ance at the Somerset! 
Vicky Nicholson: a black-out screen, for spending 
most of her time looking out of the window beside 
her desk. 

Maureen O'Neill: a paint-by-numbers set, for having 
discovered that she has "Titian" hair . . . 

Susan Partridge: a hundred and fifty free days at 
Elmwood, for having the best attendance record 

Moira Phillips: a free pass to the Bish pavilion 
(WHAT Bish pavilion?) at Expo for being our 
best publicity agent! 

Trish Simmons: an automatic shoe-s'hining kit, for 
having the most popular Shoe polish before In- 
spection. . . 

Chris Deeble: a crash course at Berlitz to perfect her 

Ottawa Valley accent, for not succumbing to 

external influences!! 
Elizabeth Tanczyk: a pair of Foster Grants, for 

concealing her identity the longest (behind those 


Cathy Thompson: an electric comb, for beating 

everyone else to the mirroir. 
Joy Wallingford: a year's supply of teams to coach, 
for helping Keeler on to victory in interhouse 
sports, (every single time!!) 
Patricia Wilgress: a thousand hours of free listening 
time's worth of batteries, for tuning us in on her 
latest records during break. 


Back: Rosalind Dwyer, Kathy Muiuck, Francis Wilson, Lynn Carr-Harris, 

Martha Scott, Charlotte Sinclair, Debbie Smith. 
Middle: Deirdre O'Brien, Julia Berger, Judy Patton, Xandy Smith, Nancy Gale, 

Deborah Leach, Barbara Thomas. 
Front: Susan Massey, Elizabeth Greenberg, Jane Martin, Mrs, W'hitwtill, Penny 

Parker, Judy Levine, Martha Pimm. 
Absent: Cathy Cuthbert, Jane Gartrell, Deborah Hunter. 



Julia Berger 
Lynn Carr-Harris 
Cathy Cuthbert 
Lindy Dwyer 
Nancy Gale 
Jane Gartrell 
Liz Greenberg 
Debby Hunter 
Debbie Leach 

Judy Levine 
Jane Martin 
Sue Massey 
Kathy Mulock 
Deirdre O'Brien 
Penny Parker 
Judy Patton 
Martha Pimm 
Martha Scott 
Charlotte Sinclair 
Debbie Smith 
Xandy Smith 
Barb Thomas 
Fran Wilson 
Mrs. Whitwill 


Is She a Girl or Is She a Boy? 

Eight Miles High 

Where the Boys Are 

Wild Thing 


Talk, Talk! 

Stop, Stop, Stop. 

There's A Kind of Hush 

Sloopy Let Your Hair Hang 

Love This is My Song 
Lady Godiva 

Thoroughly Modern Millie 
Sounds of Silence 
Everybody Loves a Clown 
Penny Lane 
500 Miles 

Half Past Midnight 

Taste of Honey 

Hush, Hush, Sweet Charlotte 


I wanna Be Free 

Barbara Ann 

My Back Pages 

Children Behave 


After a wipe-out on the ski slopes 

On a basket-ball court 

Before "Brent" comes 

In the saddle 

At Elmwood dances 

On a 40 mile walk 

In the washroom before Latin classes 

When she's about to faint 

At 4:10 

At the Ashbury Formal 

When she lets her hair out 

When she can't get an algebra problem 

On the tennis courts 

Bombing downtown in the MG 

When she's not looking in the mirror 

After a trip home 

Ringing the bell 

When she falls in the mud riding 

All the time 

Riding in a red convertible 
The morning after the night before 
Without elastic bands in her hair 

Early Monday morning before seeing 



Back: Jennifer Smart, Judy Dyson, Liz Ekholm, Freida Lockhart, Lynda Halt, 
Deborah Grills. 

Middle: Jane White, Jackie Heard, Janet Stubbins, Margaret Guthrie, Judy 

Fine, Markie Cochran. 
Front: Jennifer Coyne Mary Garrett, Theresa Pettet, Mrs. Ferris, Susan 

Michelson, Vicky Wilgress, Shelley Arron. 
Absent: Marjorie Nichol, Marianela Soto. 


One day MR. MICHELSON asked his son GUTHRIE to go and buy the 
new horse at Mr. DYSON'S ranch. GUTHRIE set out on his AARON (d) 
carrying many COYNE (s) in his pocket. GUTHRIE ran through the 
WILGRESS and picked some beautiful GARRETT(s) and LOCKHART(s) 
on the way. When GUTHRIE reached the ranch called "EKHOLM" he 
gave the flowers to Mrs. DYSON who was as FERRIS a rose. He then saw 
the beautiful FINE, WHITE horse. GUTHRIE PETTETT the beautiful 
stallion. After he paid Mr. DYSON the COYNE(s) he stayed for lunch, 
which was a GRILL (ed) cheese sandwich. He then went and tried to put 
a HOLT(€r) on the horse but the SMART horse was STUBBINS. Then 
GUTHRIE waved goodbye to Mr. DYSON. As he left on the horse he 
HEARD the COCHRAN crowing. 



Back Row. Sarah Whitwrll, Beatrice Hampson, Rosande Bellaar Spruyt, Patricia 

Mullen, Brenda Durgan, Christine Haase, Jane Ginsberg. 
Front Row: Laura Bollen Marissa Goebbles, Miss Black, Lynne Sampson, Debbie 


Sarah Whitwill, Beatrice Hampson, 
Debbie Coyne and Lynne Sampson 
Are the confirmation four. 
Sitting at Mrs. Blyth's door. 

Christina and Laura are a pair. 
They have a certain flair, 
They always are together 
And always in a teather. 

Brenda and Pat 
Have out their welcome mat 
To any swinging beat 
To kindly take their seat. 

Marissa and her horses galore. 
Poor Rosande can take no more. 
Janie looks on with laughter 
And here we'll end thereafter. 

And Miss Black says, "Now they go to 

grade nine. 
And shall be no longer mine, 
I have taught them well 
And there goes the bell 
And so I say farewell." 




Bl M 

Back Row. Sally Sutton, Suzanne Leroy, Patsy Derrick, Anne Cooke, Maggie 

Hinkson, Jane NichoUs, Patricia Lynoh-Staunton. 
Front Row. Isabel Douglas Deirdre Butler, Miss Black, Francis Dinely, Shareen 


Absents Carol Damp, Barbara Nichol, Mary Wainwrig*ht. 



Jane, Suzanne and Isabel 

Are often caught in the rain. 

When their "wonderful, beautiful" taxi 

Is stopped by the weather again. 


Mary is always in a fuss 
Asking Carol about the bus. 

Carol reminds the class of a boy 

To all of us she is a great joy. 


Maggy the strong 

Maggy the tall, 

The wonderful girl 

Who can do all. 


Anne is always in Hollywood 
With one of her favourite stars. 
She buys the latest magazines 
And loves all modern cars. 
Deirdre's always cheering 
For her native land, 
While Sally knows the kiwi birds 
In good old New Zealand. 


Patsy is olr darling 

Patsy is our dear. 

Patsy makes us laugh all day 

And fills us full of cheer. 


Frances is wild about the Bard 
And wants an acting career, 
She loves all kinds of horses 
And rides them without fear. 


Shareen's our little fidget 

She worries all the day 

We wonder sometimes all of us 

If she'll worry herself away. 


Trish is brown haired, 
Sturdy and spry. 
She likes games and books 
And blueberry pie. 

Miss Black is quite a character 
She makes us laug^h all day 
When s-he's about, just nobody 
Has anything to say. 



Back: Janice Robertson, Cathy Ashton, Tauny Nixon, Shane O'Brien, Noelle 

Front: Anneke Dubash, Barbara Coyne, Mrs. Robinson, Stephanie Turner- 
Davis, Clare Heath. 


Stephanie Turner-Davis 
Noelle Clark 
Barbara Coyne 
Janis Robertson 
Tauny Nixon 

Cathy Ashton 
Shane O'Brien 
Clare Heath 
Anneke Dubash 
Mrs. Robinson 


I have freckles, my hair is dark, I have dimples, 
I have no brothers or sisters, I wear blue glasses, 
I like cats and dogs, I hate bugs and spiders. 

I like to talk, I have many brothers and sisters, 
I live in a big house with a swimming pool, I was 
born ten days before Christmas, my name tells 
you so. 

I have two sisters who go to Elmwood with me, 
and two brothers. I have a pixie cut, I play the 
piano, I always lose things, I have rosy cheeks and 
I like to talk a lot. 

I am tall and skinny, I have auburn hair, I have 
three older brothers, I like horses and I have pierced 

I am neat, I talk a lot, I love cats, I can't stand 
spiders, I have a fairly handsome brother, people 

mistake our house f or a church. 

I have brown curly hair, I like to talk w'hen I am 
not supposed to, I have a dog called Remy and a 
pretty sister who goes to Elmwood. I love to get 
into mischief. 

I am forgetful, my favourite saying is "I don't 
know", I wear my hair in a braid, I have four broth- 
ers and sisters. 

I have dark brown hair and dimples, I am always 
laughing, I am loyal to Britain, I like cats, and I 
have been to many countries. 

I am new here. I have long blond hair, my 
favourite saying is "^Bets! Bets!" I love cats and 

1 have black hair, I drive a blue MG, and I 'have a 
Centennial project. 



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Back Row. Georgina Mundy, Cathy Moore. 

Front Row. Christina Cole, Ranjana Basu, Mrs. MacDonald, Sheila Mcllraith, 

Susannah Rolston. 
Absent: Sarah Nicol, Delia Soto. 

3B is the form most noted for its humour expressed in giggles and noise! 
their number is few, here are the characters that make up this crew: 

Cathy is a mixed-up kid, and our prizewinner! 
Sheila exaggerates any incident for our amusement. 
Christina is our expert giggler. 

Georgina is class captain and tries to control this mixed bag. 
Susannah is our talking parrot. 
Delia, from Chile, is not so silly! 

Ranjana is a bard worker and a good planner of naughty schemes. 



Back Row. Paula Lawrence, Trish Simmons, Cathy Maclaren, Margaret Armi- 

tage, Fran Wilson, Marg Bagnal'l. 
Third Row. Marg Thomas, Barb Thomas, Arme Cooke, Judy Dyson, Debby 

Grills, Charlotte Sinclair, Trish Wilgress, Sue McNicol, Maggie Hinkson, 

Debby Leach, Janet Uren. 
Second Row. Sally Sutton, Shane O'Brien, Liz Greeniberg, Jane White, Janet 

Stubbins, Patsy Derrick, Jane Martin, Judy Levine, Sarah Whitwill, Jennifer 

Coyne, Janet Davies. 
Front Roiv: Christina Coyne, Deborah Coyne, Mary Wainwright, Bev Erland- 

son. Sue Cohen, Noelle Clark, Cathy Moore, Ranjana Basu. 


Dear Fry, 

1967, as well as being Canada's Centennial, has also been one of Fry's most 
rewarding years. 

Thanks to the co-operation and spirit of Fry as a group we won the House 
Cup— a moment I shall always look back on with pride and joy. 

In sports, although not usually our forte, we made a nearly successful come- 
back, but unfortunately were not good enough to beat Keller— maybe next year. 

Academically we excelled and our "charity money blitz" doubled last year's 

Thank you Fry for my happiest year at Elmwood. 




Back Row: Jeff Heintzman, Sue Williamson, Cyn Maynard, Freida Lockhart, 

Kim Walker, LynnCarr-Harris, Cynthia Magee, Pat Mullen. 
Third Row: Rosande Bellaar Spruyt, Deb'by Smith, Jenny Smart, Lindy Dwyer, 

Joy Wallingford, Lynn Holt, Judy Patton, Xandy Smith, Janet Hughson; 

Sue Dier, Robin Ogilvie. 
Second Row: Christine Haase, Angle Andras, Penny Parker, Jane NichoUs, 

Evva Massey, Terry Pettet Brenda Durgan Sue Michelson, Jackie Heard, 

Chris Deeble, Merideth Manley, Sue Massey, Christie Morris. 
Front Row: Anneke Dubash, Francis Dinezy, Isabel Douglas, Tauny Nixon, 

Carol Robinson, Lu Hodgins, Pat Lynch-Stauton, Christie Ault, Georgina 

Mundy, Sheila Mcllraith. 

Dear Keller: 

The year has passed quickly and now it's time to say goodbye. To all 
Kellerites some of whom will be leaving this year, I would like to wish the 
best of luck, in whatever you do in the years to come. To those who will 
be here next year, and to the new girls, I trust you will carry on the spirit 
of Keller House. 

This year has not ended in a complete success, but neither have we failed. 
The spirit you have put into ail our activities made 'being your House Head 
a rewarding job. 

There is not enough room to thank each member individually but I would 
like to take this opportunity to thank you as a group for all the co-operation 
that I received throughout the year. Again I wish you all the best of luck! 



P.S. — A word of advice to Jeff: teach Xandy and Debby how to knit! 



Back Ronx: Jane Blyth, Catherine Thompson, Martha Scott, Sheila Kershman, 

Cathy Cuthbert, \"icky Nicholson, Kathy iVIulock. 
Third Ron: Sarah Francis, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Deirdre O'Brien, Margo 

Frigon, Ann Crook, Elizabeth Ekholm, Alison Conwav, Julia Berger, Maureen 

O'Neill Kathy Clifford. 
Second Row. Jane Ginsberg, Marissa Goebbels, Suzanne LeRoy, Beatrice Hamp- 

son, Joan Brodie, Margaret Guthrie, Nancy Gale, Elizabeth Tanczyk, Markie 

Cochran, Martha Pimm, Vicky Wilgress, Mary Garrett, Lynne Sampson, 

Laura Bollen. 

Front Row: Susannah Rolston, Stephanie Turner-Davis, Clare Heath, Deirdre 
Butler, Kathy Rothwell, Vicky Sainsbury, Janice Robertson, Shelly Arron, 
Shareen Ma Hand. 

Dear Nightingale: 

"Non nobis solum"; this is our house motto. We have lived up to it; we have 
given the other houses the success, and shared the endeavours. Among our 
many virtues ( ! ) there are three that are outstanding — faith, hope and charity. 
Faith, the faith and spirit we have in our house; hope, the hope with which 
we look forward to next year's success; charity, the kindness and respect we 
have for other people (keep that charity money rolling in!). 

Thanks to everyone, from the youngest and the smallest to the oldest and the 
tallest! Thanks for your support, for the red stars you got, for the black stars 
you didn't get, for the fun we had doing our Centennial Show, for a very 
challenging year. 

It is not "adieu", but "au revoir", since next year will find me in the same 
honoured position, and next year is our turn to win! 







This land is like a woman, barefoot in the 

sun-drenched fields, 
A gleaming, sun-hot scythe in hand, the earth 

beneath her heels— 
Her proud head lifted to the Hving wind. 

Or in the long, blue winter night the frozen 

larches bending low 
To watch as she, in mantle clad, steps lightly 

on the crust of snow. 
To drink the beauty of the drifting moon. 

She haunts the lonely, patch-work plains and 

gazes up to mountains stark. 
That rise above the changing seas of glinting 

gold and emerald dark— 
Her melting eyes abrim with salt sea spray. 

Janet Uren. 


I know of a land 
Haunted by few dreams, 
With few neighbours 
But many friends. 

I know of a people 
With many races, 
And life diversified. 
But with strong beliefs. 

I know of a place 
With free rains 
And spring winds, 
But few storms. 

I know of a home, 
Security to share, 
And warmth of love. 
But no binding ties. 

Canada, not a boundary. 

No borders. 

No material unity, 

No undignified peace, 

No open wars. 
But definitely positive 
And positively definite. 

Susan Dier, 5 A 


Blue waters, running to the sea. 
High mountains, reaching to the sky. 
Soft winds sweeping to the lea 
And freedom, sweet, surrounding me. 

The morning blossoms crisp and fair, 
I gaze across the lightened scene 
And breathe in sweet refreshing air, 
Scented by growing evergreen. 

The robin chirps her joyful song 
And shrill clear echoes ring along 
The rills, then bound from hill to hill. 
Then once again tfhe air is still. 

The frosty air, the rosy cheeks 
Of merry hunters out since dawn 
To hunt the deer among the peaks. 
And in the rich green valley lawn. 


The boy alone, down at the bank; 
Deep in mud his naked toes, 
Hair of red and stature lank. 
Wearing worn and faded clothes. 

The barren North, a forest lit 
With only flames of snow to smite her face. 
The howl of a wolf in the dead of night, 
A foot in the snow that leaves no trace. 

The sweep of the breeze on the fields of gold, 
The ripening fruit in the glowing sun. 
The swish of a passing frightened gaggle 
Of geese, spurred by the beast of a gun. 
The scarlet sunset streaking the sky. 
The frothy sea upon the sand. 
The cascade clouds upswept on high. 
All this is Canada — a changing land. 

Jacqueline Heard, 5C 


ELMWOOD'S CENTENNIAL PROJECTT, or change" for Frances Wilson, of Elmwood's Grade 
one of her many, was an exchange program with Ten, AHson ("Timmy") Wills came to us for the 
Crofton House School in Vancouver, B.C. In "ex- month of October. 


The plane landed in Vancouver at eight thirty 
on Sunday night. All that the Wills knew about me 
was t'hat I wore a hairband and was tallish. I en- 
visioned myself sleeping in the waiting room but we 
found each other at last. 

On arriving at 1789 Matthews Ave. Lindsay (Tim- 
my sister's nickname: Jumbo) made me a coke float, 
took me on a tour of the house, introduced me to 
Gregor, Christie, Boomer, the dogs — Alaska and 
Frampton, the cats — nameless, the canaries and the 
lizard and landed me in bed where we talked for 

I had a terrible time adjusting to V^ancouver time 
and I was always late for breakfast. That first morn- 
ing was a chaos during which my belt, tie, bloomers 
and pencil case lost themselves to be found three 
minutes before we piled into the car to go to school. 

The first thing I noticed was the hundreds of trees 
and shrubs crowded over the houses and streets. 
There is a lot of open space, even in the centre of 
the city and the streets, lawns and houses have a well 
groomed look. 

Crofton House consists of three frame buildings, 
one of them an immense gym. This gym could 
absorb six of ours easily. There is a large playing 
field and a science lab much less modern than ours. 

There are 360 girls in Crofton House and they 
all went out of their wa\' to be nice to me. I was 
never lonely or lost because there was always some- 
one beside me to tell me that room X was the gym, 
not the science lab, etc. This was ver\" necessarv 

because we had to change rooms for our classes and 
I was usually rather muddled. 

The girls in Jumbo's class and in mine were es- 
pecially wonderful. I still find it hard to believe 
that so many people could be so consistently friendly. 
They invited me to parties, explained geometry, the 
bus changes and the school rules. They never seem- 
ed to mind my endless stream of questions and 
answered them better than any textbook could. 

On the last day of my visit, a camp counsellor 
and three distant relatives revealed themselves. One 
was my French teacher and the other two were 
girls in my class. 

The Wills showed me everything that there was 
to be seen in Vancouver and Victoria. We went to 
museums, art galleries, Stanley Park, the Harbour, 
China Town, U.B.C. West Van, Simon Frazer Uni- 
versity, Butchart Gardens, the Victoria Wax Mu- 
seum, Oakridge, a typical farm, Capilano Suspension 
Bridge and a Japanese restaurant. 

We ambled through Stanley Park in a ghostly 
kind of fog. I will never forget the Siwash Rock 
looming through the mist. 

Simon Frazer is a masterpiece of architecture. 
It is huge and unltramodern. U.B.C. is a mixture of 
the old and the new. I could not decide which I 
liked better. 

\'ancouver is a fantastic city. It is everything a city 
should be and more. I loved every moment of my 
sojourn there and I hope that many more Elmwood 
girls have this opportunity. 


I guess in the beginning she must have been as 
nervous as I was, but we soon got over that, and 
became fast friends. Timmy fitted well into our 
household, and it was fun showing her Ottawa. With 
our class, 5B, we made trips to the A'lint, the 
Padiament Buildings, the War iMuseum, and finally 
Government House. The Prefects treated us to 
Chinese food and the Winter Fair, which especially 
appealed to horse-loving Timmy. One of the high- 
lights was a lovely evening spent at the 'Mikado', 
and having dinner with the Blyths beforehand. Dur- 

ing Timmy's stay we visited Montreal twice, spend- 
ing our time touring the city and visiting people. 

Timmy made lots of friends, and I don't think 
there was anyone she met who didn't like her. 
She was a charming and vibrant person, and the 
month passed far too quickly to carry out all our 
plans. I am very glad that she stayed at our house; 
it was a wonderful experience and as a result I 
gained a very interesting friend and correspondent;. 

Nancy Gale, 5B. 



Happiness is ... a month at Elmwood. That 
one simple phrase sums up my many feeHngs about 
my exciting month of exchange. I loved every mo- 
ment that I was in Ottawa and was only too sorry 
when it was all over so quickly. 

I must admit that I was extremely apprehensive 
about the whole exchange idea and wondered on 
numerous occasions how I could have gotten myself 
into such a mess. Truly m\' rewards have been 
many and I wish that others too will someday be 
able to enjoy and appreciate the wonderful oppor- 
tunity I had. 

I was entranced with Ottawa at one o'clock in 
the morning when I saw for the first time the beau- 
tiful Chateau Laurier shining in the dark. After 
a harrowing plane flight and a long tiresome drive 
from Toronto, it was certainly a welcome sight. 

Not really knowing what to expect upon reaching 
Elmwood, I had an open mind and was surprised at 
how very much unlike a school Elmwood looked. 
It was a bit smaller than Crofton House with not as 
many students, which was an extremely lucky thing 
for me because I had an easier time learning every- 
one's name. The whole school routine was different 
but a welcome change as were the course of studies. 
There is, I found, quite a difference between the 
curriculums for each grade in Ottawa and Vancou- 
ver, however ultimately the same work is covered. 
It was fun to see what everyone else was learning 
and much of the material I learned helped in my 
schoolwork at home. 

One thing I found very interesting and which 
comes readily to mind were the speeches the girls 
made in order that it might be decided which or- 
ganization to support that year. The speeches were 
so interesting and well-prepared, and the girls so 
dramatic and confirmed in their beliefs, that it was 
hard to choose among them all. I thought it was 
wonderful that the girls themselves choose the group 
they would like to support and in this way would 
wish to donate their contributions more readily. 

Also a different aspect of school life was Sui 
Sang. His letters were most interesting and brought 
him closer to all the girls. 

I would like to mention how nice the choir was 
at the morning service. Particularly I enjoyed the 
last service when the girls played their guitars and 
sang so beautifully. It was a new and different 
approach to a morning service, for me. 

Everyone was so nice to the "girl in the kilt" and 
I appreciated so much all the trips I had the privaiege 
of taking. I enjoyed them all so very muCh that I 
can not even pick a favourite; they were all such 
fun. I truly appreciated the special arrangements 
Mrs. Blyth made so that we could all attend Govern- 
ment House. The trip to Parliament made my social 
studies come alive, so to speak. It was made even 
more real when the issues we heard discussed in 
the afternoon were the ev^ening Iheadlines. Of 
course I have not forgotten the trips to the Art Gal- 
lery, the Mint, and the Museum. They all helped to 
colour my impressions of Ottawa and were lots of 
fun as well. 

My geography certainly improved as I travelled 
in and around Ottawa, Hull, and Montreal. The 
Expo City is certainly exciting and beautiful in its 
"old" and "new" way. I am looking forward with 
great anticipation to the time when I will be able to 
explore this city even more, when I come East for 
Evpo in late August. 

Everyone was so hospitable and nice to me, in- 
cluding outside school hours. I remember well the 
exciting evening at the Mikado and the "different" 
evening I had with the Prefects at the Horse Show. 
The crowning point was the dance on the last even- 
ing I spent in Ottawa. What a perfect \\ ay to end 
a glorious month! 

I can not thank enough all the Elmwood staff, 
and especially Mrs. Blyth, who made my month's 
stay such a happy one; and a special thank you for 
picking such a wonderful family for me to live with. 
I certainly appreciate all the time and effort Mrs. 
Blyth spent on my behalf to make my month of ex- 
change a memorable time of many exciting exper- 

P.S. — On re-reading my "memoirs", I see that I 
forgot to mention Elmwood as the original home of 
the miniskirt! 



For the past two years the Canadian government 
has sponsored a youth-travel program as part of 
the Centennial celebration of 1967. Thousands have 
taken part with the view to acquainting young 
Canadians \vith the vastness of their own. land. Last 
summer I was fortunate enough to be one of twenty- 
four studtnts from the Ottawa area who visited the 
Yukon for a two-week period. 

Part of the virtue of the plan was that most tra- 
velling was done 'by train. We spent two and a 
half days on the way from Ottawa to Edmonton 
in the luxury of our own private car; by the time 
we arrived we had had quite enough of the "clickety- 
clack of the railroad track." It was an unexpected 
pleasure to discover how large is the flat-forested, 
lake-dotted land of Northern Ontario before it merges 
into the Prairies. One of the few successful photo- 
graphs I managed to take during the trip was my 
first sign of an authentic grain elevator. 

On arriving in Edmonton we were whisked away 
almost immediately on a rather painful tour of a 
plastic plant. Later we were driven around the city 
by bus. Edmonton has a lovely situation in the 
Alberta foothills, high on the bank of the Saskatche- 
wan River. That evening two of the boys managed 
to acquire a second-hand guitar at a local pawnshop, 
and we had a party at the hotel in order to celebrate. 
We had missed not having a guitar with us on the 
journey west as our singing was slightly less than 

Next morning we slithered out of bed at the awful 
hour of six and drove to the airport for the flight 
to Whitehorse. By this time the girls who had 
brought t*heir entire wardrobes with them were 
beginning to regret it — we served as our own red- 
caps throughout the journey. 

As the plane swooped down over Whitehorse, 
only a matter of five hours late, there was a general 
scramble for cameras. The panorama of colours 
and land below us was unforgettable. The green 
of the valleys and the barren grey of the treeless 
mountains blended in breath-taking harmony with 
the incredible turquoise of the ice-blue river. 

At the airport the reception committee was wait- 
ing and we were greeted by the wild dancing of little 
Indian children. We stood like sheepish sheep on the 
runway while cameras snapped and people stared. 
Then our billets — families who had offered to keep 
us during our stay — swooped down and collected 
their individual guests. I felt lost when the others 
had gone especially when my billets failed to come 
forward. I amused myself by sitting on my suit- 
cases pretending to be a lost orphan and enjoying 
the novelty immensely. Finally I was driven into 
town by a wonderful lady taxi-driver who could have 
passed for a tobacco-chewing Klondike Kate any 

Our visit, it seemed, was not to be all lectures and 
tooirs, for the evening after we arrived we attended 
a party thrown by a Whitehorse girl. It was a won- 
derful opportunity to shake out the stiff muscles 

we had collected on our train journey, and to mfeet 
the young people of the town. Walking home about 
midnight, we were shocked by the brightness of the 
night. It was no darker than an early summer dusk; 
I had forgotten that the Yukon is the land of the 
midnight sun. I have seldom attended so many day- 
light barbecues in my life. At first I was bothered 
by the constant light but by the end of the trip it 
seemed natural. The return to Edmonton and dark- 
ness was almost a shock. 

The days we spent in Whitehorse were filled with 
sport; we canoed, we swam in hot-springs, we climb- 
ed mountains, we shot the rapids outside the town 
and attended numerous barbecues and picnics. The 
population went out of its way to make us feel wel- 
come and at home. 

We spent two or three days in Dawson City, even 
farther north than Whitehorse. Arriving in a rickety 
little airplane scarcely big enough for the twenty-six 
of us, we made a beautiful landing on a classic dirt 
runway. From the air (between the rolls and 
bounds) we could see the huge piles of gravel resi- 
due left over from the gold-dredging. They were 
piled high along the creek beds in all that rolling 
mountain country. 

Dawson City once had a population of ten thou- 
sand during the gold-rush days; today it is almost like 
a ghost town. The oldest buildings, including the bank 
where Robert Service once worked, are being slowly 
destroyed by the annual flood vi^hich rises higher 
than the ground floor and undoes the architecture. 
It was in Dawson City that our hostess took us for 
a surreptitious peek in the door of an old, authentic 
gold-rush saloon! We were thrilled! 

It was in Dawson City too that we explored an ice- 
choked mine shaft and an old miner's hut. We pan- 
ned for gold in Bonanza Creek and went into the 
largest wooden-hull gold dredge in the world. I 
was surprised to learn that, as of next year, the gold 
operations in the Klondike will be shut down. Ap- 
parently it doesn't pay any more. We spent a happy 
day exploring the country around Dawson in the 
company of a teacher^historian, Mr. Burnside. We 
returned home that night absolutely covered in mud. 

Our two week trip ended in Whitehorse at a 
dance where we met another group of newly-arrived 
Centennial travellers from Winnipeg. The next 
afternoon we boarded a plane for Edmonton to the 
sound of the pipes and drums, and before too long 
we were back in civilization. 

Passing through Edmonton a second time we met 
another Centennial group from the Northwest Ter- 
ritories, returning from Ottawa. Among them was 
one girl who had lived her entire life in the wildner- 
ness with her family. The trip had opened up the 
world for her. It seemed to give the plan a whole 
new meaning for me. I 'hope Elmwood girls of the 
future will have the same good fortune that I had 
in being a part of the travel plan. Perhaps they will 
even visit the Yukon. 

Janet Uren, 6JVI. 



Thursday, May 18, 1967, was the date of RockcMffe 
Park's Centennial Celebrations. At about five o'clock 
that day, the three Rockcliffe schools, R.P.P.S., Ash- 
bury, and Elmwood, and most of the villagers, march- 
ed cheerfully to the gay accompaniment of "pied" 
pipers over to the new Centennial Park beside the 
Public School. The Ashbury Cadet Corps, looking 
quite splendid in full uniform, led the procession; 
R.P.P.S. and Elmwood followed close behind. When 
all were settled in the park, the V.I.P's. arrived: 
Their Excellencies the Governor-General and Mrs. 
Roland Michener, Prime /Minister and Mrs. Lester 
B. Pearson, His Worship Mayor Don Reid, the Lead- 
er of the Opposition and Mrs. John Diefenbaker, the 
Reeve of Rockcliffe and Mrs. Gibbons, and many 
others. The ceremonies began with speeches from 
the planner, Mr. Humphrey Carver, and the Gover- 
nor-General. When the \"illage Green was pronoun- 
ced officially open, the massive natural sculptures 
adorning the centre of the park were dedicated, and 
christened "Humphrey Stone." The choir from 
R.P.P.S., along with our Elmwood Junior Ohoiristers, 
then sang (superbly!) "Canada!", the National An- 
them, and "God Save the Queen". Next we were 
told of the waiting feast of barbecue chicken; most 
of us dashed home to replace uniforms with "civies", 
but those who could not resist the tempting aroma 
arising from the roasting bonfire made a mad dash 
for the banquet tables, precious tickets in hand. On 
arrival back at the scene, the fashion conscious were 
greeted with a mammoth queue, resembling a soup 
line, of people waiting for a share of the feast. Even 


waiting for an hour was not enough to discourage 
hungry, grumbling stomachs; they were well, if not 
overly satisfied when at last stuffed with delicious 
barbecued chicken, salad, rolls, refresihrnents and ice 
cream. Food and drinks were abandoned on the 
fields, half-finished, as people were drawn over to 
Springfield Road by the sound of music. The Street 
Dance had started! The young at heart, teeny-bop- 
pers, and hippies alike swung to the groove of the 
"Unit Five", till our faithful Ottawa Valley weather 
decided to spoil the fun. At the first cruel drops of 
rain, drums, guitars, and amplifiers were moved in- 
side to fill the stage of Queen Juliana Hall. The music 
started again and the crowd flowed into the Hall, 
happy that the "street dance" was continuing in full 
swing. At nine-thirty we were called outside again 
(the weather having cleared up by now! ) to witness 
a spectacular show of fireworks. The bright colours 
and dazzling lights could be seen all across the vil- 
lage and one could tell by the appreciative sound ef- 
fects of the spectators that they were really enjoyed. 
The display was topped off by a magnificent array 
of fireworks in the form of the Canadian flag; we 
all cheered and sang "O Canada". At eleven o'clock 
the street dance and festivities were all over. The 
happy but tired Villagers and school children made 
their way home, sad that it was over so soon, but 
glad to rest their weary limbs after such an exciting 
da\'. All those who organized Rockcliffe's Centennial 
Celebrations must be congratulated for the success of 
such a wonderful occasion. We had so much fun, we 
wish it was Centennial every year! 

Jane Blyth, 5 A. 


On the last day of the winter term, before we 
broke up for our long-awaited Easter holidays, Elm- 
wood expressed its patriotism and national birthday 
spirit in the form of Centennial House Shows. Prac- 
tised and planned in secret all that term, the three 
mysteries were at last unveiled to the delight and 
surprise of a very captive audience. Fry went first 
with its amusing interpretation of Elmwood's his- 
tory in parallel with that of Canada's. Models slunk 
onto the stage exhibiting the Elmwood "mini-skirt" 
and outlining its precarious ups and downs. Keller 
went next with Lu Hodgins relating the history of 
our country through its hundred years with Keller- 
ites acting it out with much miming and hamming. 
Nightingale, last 'but not least, gave a brief history of 


Canada set to music, with a selection of folk songs 
from each province. Alison Conway was the skilled 
guitarist accompaning the folk-singers. 

Mrs. Van Dine had been invited to adjudicate the 
three productions; she remarked on how good they 
had all been, and how hard it was to judge the win- 
ner. However she finally decided to pJck Fry House 
as the winner that day, on the basis of its excellent 
group participation. Bev Erlandson, proud House 
Head, walked off with the honours and the prize 
of ten red stars. 

The House Shows were very worthwhile projects, 
as I am sure all those who saw them and participated 
in them would agree. And what a wonderful way to 
end the term! 


' EXPO 67" 

Fantastic, Spectacular, Incredible! This was exactly 
how I fek when Expo struck me. Upon entering 
I was engulfed in a world of colour and fantasy. 
Gondolas, overhead railways, interesting and happy 
people, music and towering pavilions. To begin with 
we took the mini-rail to get an idea of the exhibits 
that appeared most interesting. From this little train, 
which runs on a rail about twenty feet high, we could 
see the many things that are often missed on the 
ground. It rides through pavilions and under water- 
falls and is well worth the hour and the reasonable 

The Russian Pavilian attracted us next, but to 
my mind, unskilled in mechanics and science, it was a 
bit too technical. For the engineer, architect or 
scientist it would be the ultimate in recent develop- 
ment. I did enjoy, however, the sculpture, paintings, 
handicrafts and stained glass displays. 

The most interesting and original exhibit, and 
my favourite, was the British Pavilion. The first 
section included a moving floor that carried amazed 
spectators around and up the inside of the symboli- 
cally incompleted tower. Inside this tower caves 
reflected \''iking, Roman and Anglo-Saxon heads 
uttering spooky noises and recalling early history. 
Upon waking through a door, displays of British 
achievements were revealed. A huge rocket dom- 
inated the scene while large posters of famous play- 
wrights, politicians and leaders boasted a long his- 
tory of inventive people. Nearby, computers produc- 
ed data cards on all of these people. I tried in vain to 
obtain some of this condensed knowledge for exam, 
purposes but too late! — other students had similar 
ideas. The next section was Modern Britain. Per- 
haps the most popular exhibit for youth on the en- 
tire Expo site, it contained "The MOD Look" while 
Beatle records played constantly and a little Mini- 
Minor car was painted in red, white and blue. Con- 
fectionery sweets were abundant, "Land of Hope 
and Glory" soared splendidly, and a BBC news 
commentator intoned the latest weather report — 
"cloudy with scattered showers" — as always! Again 
we were whisked off into another room boasting 
British industrial growth. The Pavilion's theme — 
"Challenge of Change" was apparent in the host's 
very "mod" apparel and super-abundance of hair. 
Would Queen Victoria 'have been amused? 

The Pavilion of Ceylon is perhaps one of the most 
beautiful exhibits. Stained glass windows, intricate 
wood carvings, silver ware, beaten copper and brass 
and a small scale tea plantation are displayed. 

About now our tummies were beginning to grumble 
so we headed for the nearest snack bar where a 
substantial meal was reasonably priced. It seemed 
good policy to avoid the international and pavilion 
restaurants where prices were high and line-ups 

It was, by now, nine in the evening and nearly 
closing time in the pavilion area so we went, via the 
free Expo Express, to the theatrical section where 
the Labyrinth attracts many. This windowless, bleak 
cement structure is designed to penetrate, (with wierd 
films and space age inventions), certain areas of the 
mind that are not often used. The atmosphere is 
"out of this world" and in some areas frightening. 
I had better not spoil the rest for you. It is well 
\vorth visiting. 

Our next stop was at "La Ronde'" the nightly enter- 
tainment section. By now it was dark, and the pavil- 
ions and fairgrounds were lit up with twinkling 
lights just like fairyland. I was very impressed with 
the waterfront layout of La Ronde. Old inns and 
houses lined a dock laden with aged trunks and sacks 
of oats, while a two masted ship lay off-shore waiting 
to be loaded. Indian canoes, forts, the smell of salt 
water and tobacco evoked the years of Canada's be- 
ginnings. The rides are completely different from 
the usual Midway attractions as seen in the already 
famous Gyroton. Entertainment was there for all 
age groups — a dolphin pool, the Youth Pavilion, good 
foot, international boutiques, to name a few. 

At two-thirty in the morning my appetite for Expo 
was just beginning to grow. I know no better place 
to be "both educated and entertained". EXPO — 
Every Exciting Possibility Observed — Canada should 
be proud. 

As a Canadian it is both your duty and your plea- 
sure to visit Expo 67 — the greatest international 
exhibit in history. 

Ann Crook, 6M. 

A most interesting talk was given to us by Mrs. 
Arthur Piggott on the last day of school before 
Easter. Her subject was "Expo '67 — Man and His 
World". The World's Fair — Expo '67 — is in Mont- 
real this year, as everyone knows, and provides a 
great opportunity for Canada to gain recognition in 
the world. In all, we had a most enjoyable morning, 
and we all left with a pride in our fair and a longing 
to visit Expo. Thank you, Mrs. Piggott, from us all. 

Trish Wilgress, 5 A 



Although the ping-pong tournament failed to ma- 
terialize, everything else did, and I think that I can 
truthfully write the usual statement that sports this 
year was an interesting, diversified and important 
part of school life. In the Fall, as always under the 
competent — not to say inspired — direction of Miss 
DriscoU, the inter-class softball competition culminat- 
ed in a victory for SC. Volleyball that term, besides 
interhouse competition, branched into a series of 
games against Notre Dame. The interhouse compet- 
itions were won by Keller, with, it must be admitted, 
the other two houses far behind. The games with 
Notre Dame were won by the Elmwood Seniors and 
the Notre Dame Intermediates. Although Keller was 
far ahead in volleyball, she was followed closely by 
Fry in the basketball — a matter of one or two points 
for the Intermediates and Seniors. There is no hope 
that someday Keller may not win. In the winter 
term we also had a ski team, which was very success- 
ful. With only three weekends to practise, Janet 
Davies, Martha Pimm, Deirdre O'Brien, Jane Martin, 
and Jennifer Smart came third in the Ottawa region, 
of all schools. We expect great things the next sea- 
son — at least a first. In this term, too, a new idea 
— a swimming team — was surprisingly successful, 
coming seventh out of thirteen schools, against very 
stiff competition. We also had an interhouse swim 
meet, which Fry won by a clear majority, trailed for 
once by Keller. In the summer term, both badmin- 
ton and tennis games were played with much interest 

and enthusiasm. Miss DriscoU arranged a round-robin 
with Ashbury, won again by Sue Dier, partnered by 
Chuck Fairbum. In the same term, let me never for- 
get both Sports Day and the rhythmic exercises. 
Sports Day was won overall by Keller, although the 
girls Who came first in their divisions were nearly 
all Fry-ites. The day was sunny and pleasant; the 
Sui Sang sale was successful, and several records bro- 
ken: a rewarding day for even the least spoits-minded. 
The rhythmic exercises crowned the sports year, fin- 
ishing off with a smashing finale. Miss DriscoU, 
using her well-known mathematical mind, divided the 
field so that the school, after marching on to the tune 
of "The Maple Leaf Forever", stood in the shape of 
a Centennial symbol, outlined by colourful Centen- 
nial flags. At the end of the exercises (performed 
flawlessly by the students, as usual) the girls stand- 
ing near a flag held it aloft in one hand, as the school 
held arms in a V sign — the Expo sign for interna- 
tional brotherhood. - Though unable to view it from 
afar, I am sure it was a beautiful sig'ht, as the multi- 
coloured flags waved in the blight sunlight. 

The sports department had a very successful year, 
and it is hoped that next year we will have those 
ping-pong tou naments. The thanks must go to Miss 
DriscoU for this good year, and congratulations for 
her patience with both classes and Sports Captain, 
her determination, and her well-earned Best Board- 
er's Cup. 

Marg Thomas, 6M, 
Sports Captain. 


Standing: Maggie Hinkson (Intermediate); Joy Wallingford and Janet Davies. 
(Senior winners); Jennifer Smart (Junior). 

Kneeling: Cathy Moore (Bantam). 



Deirdre O'Brien, Janet Davies, Jennifer Smart, 
Marttia Pimm, Jane Martin. 


Back Row. Penny Parker, Judy Dyson, Trish 
Simmons, Janet Hughson, Meredith Manley. 

Middle Ron-. Deborah Coyne, Martha Pimm, 
Beatrice Hampson, Sarah Whitwill. 

From Row. Terry Pettet, Marg Thomas, Sue 


Back Row. Kim Walker, Sue Dier, Jeff Heintzman, Carol Robinson. 
Front Row. Janet Hughson, Christie Ault, Joy Wallingford. 


Back Row. Jane Gartrell, Judy Patton, Lindy Dwyer. 
Front Row. Sue Massey, Jenny Smart, Jackie Heard. 



Back Row: Kim Walker, iMarg Armitage, Carol Robinson, Trish Simmons, 
Janet Davies. 

Front Ron-. Joy Wallingford, Margo Frigon, Kathy Clifford, Janet Hughson, 
Sue Dier, Christie Ault. 


Back Row. Charlotte Sinclair, Judy Patton, Lindy Dwyer. 

Front Row: Jane Gartrell, Alargaret Guthrie, Jackie Heard, Jane Martin. 



Back: Kim Walker, Lu Hodgins, Carol Robinson. 

Front: Sue Dier, Joy Wallingford, Jeff Heintzman, Janet Hughson. 


Back R O'W: Debbie Smith, Lynn Carr-Harris, Lindy Dwyer. 

Front Row: Sue Massey, Jackie Heard, Jenny Smart, Judy Patton, Xandy Smith. 


Beatrice Hampson, Brenda Durgan, Noelle Clark, Pat Alullen. 



Margaret Guthrie, Frieda Lockhart, Jeff Heintzman, Nancy Casselman, Joy 
Wallingford, Jane Gartrell. 


Back Row. Cathy Ashton, Janie Ginsberg, Beatrice Hampson, Suzanne LeRoy, 
Lynne Sampson. 

Middle Row: Susannah Rolston, Janice Robertson, Deirdre Butler, Clare Heath, 

Stephanie Turner-Davis. 
Front Row. Shareen Marland, Marissa Goebbles, Laura BoUen. 


On February 24th, one of the coldest nights this 
year, we had our annual formal party. It was held 
at the Country Club, which lends itself very well to 
a party of the size of ours. A change from other 
years was an arrangement to start the party at nine, 
with a buffet supper of hot and cold dishes at eleven. 
This allowed several dinner parties to be organized 
before the dance. 

Music was provided by the "Jaegars", and although 

the parents seemed to think the music a little noisy, 
we thoroughly enjoyed it. And always between 
dances we appreciated so much the drinks kindly 
donated by Mr. A^irsky. 

I would like to thank Christie Ault and Marg 
Armitage, without whose help the formal would 
never have been the success that it was. 

Robin Ogilvie, 6M. 



This year we broke way from the tradition of 
Elmwood dances — were we right? 

Rather than follow the tradition of each house 
producing its own dance, the formal committee, 
with the support of everyone, no matter what house, 
organized them. 

The first dance was on October 29th, and we 
therefore celebrated Hallowe'en. With the help of 
juniors and seniors our gym took on a dark and 
mysterious atmosphere, with spiders, webs and pump- 
kins. The Jaegers played popular hits to a big 

Our second dance was a semi-formal combined 
with Ashbury. The Unit Five played to a large 

crowd. This dance was a successful end to, we 
hoped, a successful term. 

A ski lodge was the theme of our third dance. 
Everyone came in casual clothes and played to the 
'delayed' music of the Naughty Boys. As this was 
our final dance we feel it was a suitable ending to 
a good year. 

We would like to thank everyone who helped 
to organize the dances, who came to the dances, 
and who contributed such a lively spirit. They 
were all a great success! 

Marg Armitage, 5A. 
Christie Ault, 5A. 




Back Row. Jane Blyth, Trish Simmons, Liz Ekholm, Freida Lockhart, Joy 
Wallingford, Charlotte Sinclair, Janet Hughson. 

Middle Rozi-. Margie Guthrie, Barb Thomas, Debby Grills, Alison Conway, 
Dawn Harwood-Jones, Jackie Heard. 

Fro77t RoT<': Jennifer Coyne, Jane jMartin, Evva Massey, Elizabeth Tanczyk, 
Janet Stubbins, Vicky Wilgress. 


Back Roiv: Christine Haase, Beatrice Hampson, Anne Cooke, Maggie Hinkson, 
Jane NichoUs, Suzanne LeRoy, Janie Ginsberg. 

Middle Ro%v: Noelle Clark, Laura Bollen, Patricia Lynch-iStauton, Shane 
O'Brien, Tauny Nixon, Lynne Sampson, Isabel Douglas, Sally Sutton. 

Front Roiv: Ranjana Basu, Georgina Mundy, Janice Robertson, Deborah Coyne, 
Shareen Marland, Deirdre Butler, Cathy Moore, Barbara Coyne. 



The school has been very busy this year, and it 
has been difficult to organize many meetings of the 
Philosophy Club, but Padre Barnett came to a 
meeting, and after he had talked to us for a short 

w^hile, we discussed lov^e and marriage with him in 
all its aspects — from the emotions and thoughts of 
love and courtship, to canon law concerning divorce 
and separation. 

Rev. Curtis from Buckingham, Quebec also spoke 
to us, and we spent an enjoyable evening talking with 


Near the end of the year we had a most exciting 
and successful evening with Father "Mike" McManus 
from the Apostolic Delegation, who talked to us 
about violence! 

Ashbury sent some of its philosophers (!) to join 
us on two occasions; next year we hope to see them 
all the time . . . 

I'm sure that there will be many successful Phil- 
osophy Clubs to come, and I know that Elmwood 
will always enjoy these Friday evening discussion 

Maureen O'Neill, 5A, 

Philosophy Club President. 


At 8:30, three mornings a week, the senior "an- 
gels" assembled in the music room to tune up their 
voices. Under the careful direction of Mrs. Har- 
wood-Jones and the nionitorship of Daw n Harwood- 
Jones. the choir had a very good year. Although 
our attempts at anthems were not always appreciated 
b\' the rest of the school, we enjoyed singing and 
leading the school in Prayers. The Junior Choir 
sang at Junior Prayers and Prefect Prayers every 
/Monday and Wednesday, the Senior Choir filling up 
the rest of the week with Canon Bruce, Mrs. Blyth, 
and Dean Cartrell. This year we experimented with 
French Prayers — the hymns, anthems and prayers 
all in French. It w as a great success and all hope it 
will be continued next year. The highlight for the 
Senior Choir this year was "Trial By Jury" with 
Ashbury; the practices before and after school were 
never dull and the performance itself was great fun. 
Thank you, Mrs. Harw ood-Jones, for having the 
patience and fortitude to direct the Choir. 


This year for the first time, a member of the 
Delegatio Apostolics Canadensis came to Elmwood 
to give religion classes to the Roman Catholic girls. 
Every Wednesday after school, the little group spent 
what seemed a very short hour with Father "Mike" 
McManus — apart from the occasional trip in a cer- 
tain blue Skylark to the Dairy Queen or the Delega- 
tion, as a reward for their hard work! Everyone 
found the classes inspiring and helpful, and always 
there was laughter. Even those not learning from 
him came to know Father Mike and his friendliness, 
whether at the Christmas party, the Philosophy Club, 
or just at school. 

Unfortunately, the halls of Elmwood will not see 
Father Mike again, as he is off to Boston for two 
years. All his "little darlings" say goodbye and 
thank you to Father Mike, and give him their ver\', 
very best wishes for the future. 



This year we had a most exciting schedule filled 
with all types of cultural entertainment: plays, musi- 
cal performances, and outings. We started the Fall 
term off with a trip to the National Ballet, which 
never fails to delight the avid ballet enthusiasts . . . 
In October, When Timmy Wills was with us, we at- 
tended Gilbert and Sullivan's "Alikado", performed 
by the remarkable D'Oyly Carte Opera Company. 
Seeing and 'hearing an operetta was a new experience 
for many of us, but judging from the laughter and 
applause sounding from the Elmwood section, not 
one to be easily forgotten . . . Next it was the Vienna 
Strauss Waltzes on November 7. That was a plea- 
sant evening filled with deligtitful music; visions of 
crystal chandeliers, swirling dancers, the Vienna 
Woods, and the beautiful Blue Danube floated through 
our enraptured minds . . . 5A and 6AI indulged in 
a wee bit of extracurricular French culture. A few- 
interested ones made a visit to the National Art 
Gallery in the winter to hear Pierre \'iela give a 
lively recital of French poetry ranging from Victor 
Hugo to modern poets. Though no one (aside from 
Mme. Ross! ) could understand every word, the char- 
acter of the man and the vibrant atmosphere he pro- 
duced, created worthwhile impressions of French 
poetry on us. The few jokes we got received uproar- 
ious laughter, too! In jMarch we went to Glebe High 
School to see a production of Lorca b\- Les Jeunes 
Comediens. This small troupe of young actors and 
actresses presented a variety of "poems et chansons" 
in Spanish and French, then two short pla\-s entitled 
"Les Amours de Don Perlimplin" and "Tragi-comcdic 
de Don Cristobal". There was a pitifulh- meagre 
turnout, but it was evident that those who saw thi.> 
up-and-coming touring group were very interested 
and really enjoyed the performance. On April 15 
we saw A4oliere's "Le Bourgeois Gentilhomme" by 
Le Theatre du Nouveau-Alonde, w ho are performing 
at Expo. The costumes, scenery, music and choreo- 
graphy were superb, not to mention the pla\' itself 
and the excellent production. This will really be a 
benefit to Grade 13 French, as they will be studying 
the play . . . During the Easter holidays Mrs. Blyth 
took 5C to see Shakespeare's "Twelfth Night", as 
they had read this play in English that term. The 
Stratford Company performed outstndingly as usual 
and all the jokes were received very well by the 
young audience attending the performance . . . Per- 
haps the most memorable cultural occasions this year 

were Shakespeare's "Hamlet" and "Romeo and Juliet", 
performed by the Bristol Old Vic Company. In the 
evening of Alay 16, tickets and transportation were 
obtained for those wishing to see "Hamlet". The 
following afternoon, forms 5B, 5A, and 6M were let 
off from school to see "Romeo and Juliet". Both 
plays were magnificent. The ingenious revolving 
stage was an innovation indeed for the usually cum- 
bersome and inadequate Capitol Theatre stage, and, 
I believe, could practically revolutionize Shakespeare 
(or at least destroy the purpose of rhyming couplets!) 
The actors and actresses of the Bristol Old Vic Com- 
pany performed these plays with great skill, and were 
greatly admired by all . . . As well as seeing "Ham- 
let", which was on their English course. 5A went to 
Christ Church Cathedral to see Shaw's "St. Joan", 
enacted in the Chancel of the Church. The setting 
was very effective but the actual production was a 
bit disappointing, especially since the Epilogue was 
ommitted. However, the Cathedral Players, an ener- 
getic local amateur group, must be commended for 
their courage and fine enthusiasm in drama . . . On 
April 21, Aristophanes' "The Birds" was presented 
in the auditorium of Ottawa Technical High School, 
h\- the National Players Touring Company. We 
were all quite surprised to see how funny Greek 
drama can be (when modernized!); of course we 
realized it was slightly adapted but the true ancient 
Greek flavouring of wit and satire still shone clearly 
through . . . Before the long weekend in the Summer 
rcrm, on Alay 18, we had a musical recital at Elm- 
wood, with our top musicians and competitors in the 
Ottawa Alusic Festival performing before the whole 
.'•chool. It was a delightful afternoon and a great 
display of talent ... As well as attending musical 
and dramatic performances, we all went on various 
excursions throughout the year. 5C went to the 
Academy Award-winning "A Alan For All Seasons"; 
5R were privileged to sit in on a session in the House 
of Parliament, by kind invitation of Airs. Wadds, 
A LP.; 5 A witnessed the opening of the County As- 
sizes with Airs. Thomas. Other trips to the Art 
Gallery, the A-Iint, Government House, and places 
of interest around the capital were arranged for us. 
Alany thanks go to the teachers who made such ex- 
peditions possible, and also to Festival Canada for 
such a wonderful Centennial programme of events, 
(and student rates!). 

J. B., 5A. 



The various activities in which the Sui Sang Committee has 
participated this year were numerous. Early in the first term, 
we sold food at the Hootennanny, and made well over fifty 
dollars profit. At the end of the second term we sold food at 
the Centennial House Plays, and again made a good profit. In 
the third term we served refreshments at "Trial By Jury", and 
thanks to the girls who brought food, this too was successful. 
Truly the great highlight of the Committee's activities is the 
annual bazaar. Each Elmwoodian cooks, knits, sews, or in some 
way makes something to contribute for sale. This year, we held 
the bazaar during Sports Day, so that girls and parents could buy 
at leisure between the various events. We had games and a fish 
pond, and at the end of the day, we had grossed just under one 
hundred dollars. The success of that bazaar will enable us to 
see Sui Sang financially through the summer, and partly through 
the first term of next year. 

With thanks to all the girls who donated time, money and 
effort to help us send money to our foster son, the others on 
the Committee join me in saying this has been a very successful 

iUoira Phillips, 5A, 

Sui Sang Committee. 

■WW- a 


Sue Dier, Moira Phillips, Trish Wilgress. 



On Friday, October 7, 1966, before we broke up for the long 
weekend in the fall, Elmwood held its annual pubhc speaking 
contest. It is a tradition at the school to speak on "My Favourite 
Charity"; the school then supports the winners' charities through- 
out the year, thus "kilHng two birds with one stone". Every 
girl in the school writes a speech to give to her class and the 
best from each form are chosen to speak to the school. They 
are always dramatic and very inspiring; and because they are 
interesting the time goes so quickly, one seems to forget about 
the hard chairs or one's red hands, sore from clapping so enthusi- 
astically. We had very good representation from all the forms 
this year — so good, it was difficult to judge just a few winners 
from so many excellent entrants. However, by popular vote, 
the following outstanding speakers were picked: Ranjana Basu, 
from the lower Junior school, on the Canadian Red Cross; 
Deirdre Butler, from the upper Junior school, on the CNIB; 
Kathy Mulock, from the Intermediate school, on the Children's 
Aid; and Robin Ogilvie, from the Senior school, on the CNIB. 

We supported these charities through the three houses, each 
girl giving a voluntary amount at her house meeting. There 
are absolutely no obligations to this charity money; instead it 
is hoped that, after hearing the charity speeches, we will want 
to give, and give generously to such worthy causes. The 
houses raised quite a sum: Keller gave $80.00, Fry $66.58, 
and Nightingale $65.00. 

This is a tradition of Elmwood which I hope will never be 
discontinued. It not only provides many of us with practice in 
oratory and a chance to "speak out", but also, one always feels 
afterward better informed about the other half of the world not 
as fortunate as us, and thus are more willing to give to charity. 

9tf eiise 

Deirdre Butler 
Kathy Mulock 
Robin Ogilvie 
Ranjana Basu 



It was a bouncing start from Parliament Hill on 
a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning on April 8th. 
The "miles for millions" walk was on, supported by 
an overwhelming number of Ottawa citizens whose 
sole concern was for the needy people of India. 

The miles vanished quickly beneath our feet be- 
cause of the enthusiasm. I am sure that the small 
stores along the route will never sell as many choco- 
late bars and popsicles as on that day! 

Our feet were gratefully refreshed with a spray 
of talcum powder in a small church on the Rich- 
mond Road at the ten-mile mark. Many hours later, 
those who made it to Riverside Drive, declared this 
road as the longest and the most tedious in Ottawa! 

At this point our spirits lowered as darkness fell and 
the distance between the walkers greatly increased. 
Some of us were lucky enough to be accompanied by 
a radio which cheered us up. 

Although the forty mile finish at the old Union 
Station was not reached by all, Elmwood's many eager 
participants were given an opportunity to practice 
our three house mottos: Fair Play; Not For Our- 
selves Alone; Friendship to All. Nancy Casselman per- 
formed for a rewarding sum of over three hundred 

Despite the pain of blisters and aching bodies, we 
all remembered the main cause of our walk. 

Trish Simmons. 


Back Row. Judy Dyson, Trish Simmons, Janet Davies, Lynn Carr-Harris, Bev 

Erlandson, Paula Lawrence, Jenny Smart. 
Middle Row: Jane Archambault, Dawn Harwood-Jones, Margo Frigon, Debby 

Smith, Trish Wilgress, Maureen O'Neill. 
Froi2t Row: Marg Thomas, Judy Levine, Janet Stubbins, Barb Thomas, Markie 

Cochran, Vicky Wilgress, Janet Uren. 
Absent: Nancy Casselman, Kathy Clifford. 


Debating this year, although off to a slow and un- 
certain start, improved greatly as time went on and 
as all of us in the dub learned the strategy of not 
only returning an argument but of fighting back with 
vehemence. Under the guidance of Mrs. Whitwill 
and Mrs. Robinson, the meetings were run with some 
semblance of law and order, and a variety of topics 
were brought under discussion. These included: 
"Resolved — that the war in Viet Nam should be 
stopped"; "Resolved — that capital punishment should 
be abolished"; "Resolved — that the integration of 
the forces in Canada is the best policy". However 
perhaps the most interesting debate of the season 

was that topical issue, "Resolved — that Richard III 
did kill the little princes". We leave that to your 

The enthusiasm of the school left quite a bit to be 
desired but we hope next year to form a more or- 
ganized club, encouraging general participation and 
submission of ideas and thereby gaining support from 
the school as a whole, not just the small minority. 
Those of us who took part in debating activities 
this year have drawn one conclusion: "All's fair in 
love and war and debating!" 

Paula Lawrence, 5A, President 
of the Debating Club. 


Early in the Fall term the new Science Wing was 
opened. Walls had been knocked down between the 
did Science Lab and the adjoining 5 A classroom to 
provide space for the new, bright and spacious la- 
boratory. Modem lecture desks and new experiment 
tables were added as well as lots of new equipment. 
The style and plan of the new Lab, as advised by 
Dr. Laidler, meets the most up-to-date specifications 
of the Department of Education and incurred the 

praise of the Science Inspector. Next year it will 
be perfect for the instruction of Grade 13 biology. 
We really appreciate the new Lab — the pleasant 
modem surrourtdings and equipmertt have made 
science come alive for us and has sparked off an in- 
terest for this subject. Many thanks to those who 
helped to produce such a wonderful Lab and also to 
those who contributed generously to the Science En- 
dowment Fund. 

Jane Blyth, 5A. 


On September 27th, 1966, Forms 5 A and 6 Matric 
were taken to the National Research Council on the 
Montreal Road. The Council was celebrating its 
fiftieth anniversary. All of us enjoyed the wave ma- 
chine — a demonstration of the effect of waves on 
a ship. We were taken into a room dealing with 
fire extingTiiShers and fire alarm bells, and were 

shown a giant hose which rapidly sprays fire-fighting 
foam into a large pool. We entered a "soundless 
room", and saw many other scientific things. But at 
last we were homeward bound, having enjoyed an 
interesting, educational few hours. 

Moira Phillips, 5 A. 



Janet Davis, Vicky Nicholson, Jane Blyth, Marg Thomas. 

Again this year Elmwood sent a hopeful team 
down to the CBC studios in December. Fearing the 
worst, Janet Davies, Marg Thomas, Jane Blyth, and 
Vicky Nicholson were shoved into a taxi. They 
stormed the CBC cafeteria, ravaged the make-up 
room, and at last braved the cameras. Lights, cam- 
eras, action . . . meet the girls from Immaculata! Much 
to everyone's surprise Elmwood won for the first 
time in history . . . Two months later they faced 

Shawville High School: same time, same station, same 
results — Elmwood won again. But that very night 
they went on to the flight championship with Hill- 
crest High School and suffered defeat. 

All in all, the team enjoyed itself immensely (as 
was evident to those who saw the programmes on 
television! ) and gained bronze pins for themselves 
and books for the Hbrary. Elmwood is looking for- 
ward to next year's "Reach For The Top". 


^ you^ J 

Dawn Harwood-Jones 



April 28 and 29, 1967, were proof that Ashbury 
and Elmwood can still work together. Since Christ- 
mas the choirs and drama groups of both schools 
slaved together to present a double bill consisting of 
"A Battle of Wits", a prize-winning Canadian one- 
act play by Norman Williams, and "Trial by Jury", 
Gilbert and Sullivan's first operetta. 

In "A Battle of Wits" Robert Hall-Brooks played 
a pedantic Chinese official with Evva Massey as his 
wife, while Janet Uren and Philip Loftus fought out 
the 'battle of wits. In the end Janet played it smart 
and lost. William Fung freed Janet of her large 
chunk of fat (her husband) by falling out of a tree 
on him. Charlie Barnes sat in a corner most of the 
time and supplied the necessary props, including the 
voice of a jailkeeper from behind the stage. > And 
last, but certainly not the least admired, was Susan 
McNicholl who popped in and out with such pro- 
found statements as, "Tea is served, tea is served!" 

"Trial by Jury" is the story of a villian in the per- 
son of Bob Millar, who deserts the beautiful bride, 
Bev Erlandson, at the altar. She justly determines 
to sue him for breach of promise. Ken Lawson sup- 
ports her pitiable plea as Counsel for the Plaintiff and 
also supports her when she decides to faint. Peter 
Minogue wished to be "just like a father" as he called 
it, but was dissuaded by the other charming gents in 
the jury: Mr. Frank Abel, Mr. Paul Fortier, iMr. Mich- 
ael Sherwood, Mr. Ian Watson, Mr. Robert Williams, 
Charles Barnes, Robert Hall-Brooks, Jim Herman, 

"A Battle of Wits" 


Ted Janke, Philip Loftus, John MacDonald, and Ian 
MacKenzie. Of course, the jury falls in love with 
Bev and they, along with the lovely ladies in the pub- 
lic: Jane Blyth, Jennifer Coyne, Elizabeth Ekhoilm, 
Debby Grills, Freida Lockhart, Jane Martin, Trish 
Simmons, Joy Wallingford, Vicky Wilgress and Eliz- 
abeth Tanczyk, rage vehemently against the Defend- 
ant. The three beautiful bridesmaids, Evva Massey, 
Dawn Harwood-Jones, and Jackie Heard, add to the 
confusion by charming the jury (and the audience no 
doubt!) and bursting into tears when the story of this 
malicious "monster" is disclosed. During this "nice 
dilemma" the hilarious usher, Roy Benetto, tries, 
w ithout much luck, to silence the court and is re- 
warded with a dismissal to Russia. Finally our Judge, 
Chris Stone, acting (?) as a dirty old man, comes to 
the rescue by marrying Bev himself, and thus the 
operetta ends on a happy note. 

After the dual-performance was all over, everyone 
involved repaired to the Harwood-Jones' for a quiet 
( ! ! ) cast party. Everyone was sad when it struck them 
that their pains and efforts were over so soon, and 
all hope a similar production will be attempted next 

A very special thank-you to Mrs. Aline Van-Dine, 
Mr. Frank Abel, Mrs. Lorna Harwood-Jones, and 
the Rev. Ian Watson for having the courage to direct 
these productions. 

Dawn Harwood-Jones, 5 A. 

Oh, That Cast Party! 


The Drama Class had a most successful year, 
largdy due to the efforts of Mrs. Van Dine. It is 
essential on the stage to act with self-confidence. To 
help us gain this confidence Mrs. Van Dine made us 
act on stage with the minimum of propvs and our im- 
agination. This training was shown in our Christmas 
production called "The Christmas Party". The first 
part of this play was a comedy which was a combina- 
tion of Mrs. Van Dine's writing and our ad-libbing. 
The second part of the play was the Christmas story 
with singing in the background, but no words. 

At the end of the second term we put on a play 
called "The Fruit of the Spirit". This play was 

written by a Grade Eleven student, at Elmwood — 
Vicky Nicholson. For her play she was awarded a 
play-writing prize. 

The final term brought a new era in the drama 
history of the school, for it was in this term that 
Elmwood and Asihbury combined their talents in 
"The Battle of Wits." ' 

The drama classes, both Junior and Senior, would 
like to thank Mrs. Van Dine for teaching us and 
also to say that we hope next year will be even more 

Susan McNicholl, Senior Drama 
Senior Drama Prize. 

Make-Up Session 

The Stars — Angelina and The Judge 

The Battle! 
Enter, The Villian 

Ah So, Jo! 

The Enraptured Audience! 


The evening of October 31st, 1966 proved to be 
filled with fun for juniors and seniors alike. The 
costumes were all terribly well thought up. In the 
junior school, special mention went to Brenda Durgen 
for the prettiest costume, Cathy Ashton for the most 
original, Delia Soto for the funniest, and Shane 
OBrien and Tawny Nixon for the best pair. 

In the Intermediate School, prizes went to Terry 
Pettet for the prettiest costume, and Jane White and 
Jennifer Smart as the best pair. 

The senior school costumes were a gay collection, 
Janet Uren had the prettiest. Dawn Harwood-Jones 
the most original, Susan Cohen the funniest, Jennifer 
Heintzman and Nancy Cassdman tihe best pair. 

After the parade of costumes the school enjoyed 
the various form plays. Truly, everyone had put a 
great deal of work into the evening's festivities. 
Otherwise, it couldn't have been the success that it 

Cathy Maclaren, 5A. 


Although there is not an organized Folk Song 
Club at Elmwood, there is no denying the fact that 
there is a great deal of enthusiasm. Under the en- 
couragement and direction of Xandy Smith, the mu- 
sical ability of the Elmwood girls was tapped. There 
have been several folk-prayers undertaken and ex- 
tremely well done, considering the lack of practice 
time, by the guitar-strumming Elmwood girls. In 

the Fall term we had our first hootenanny, which not 
only included the voices of Lacey Harris, Liz and 
Jackie, Alison Conway, and Xandy Smith, but also 
featured well-known guest artists such as Bob Mason 
and Group, Bart Hurd, Jim McKrerry, and Jim Mac- 

Alison Conway. 


On November 18 th, 1966, the first meeting of the 
Music Club was held at the home of Sheila Kersh- 
man. The girls present listened to David Merrick's 
Broadway play — Oliver! — and then its merits, 
faults, setting and actors were discussed. Refresh- 

ments were served, and while eating we discussed 
records in general, listened to records of the girls' 
choice, and relaxed. The first night. Music Apprecia- 
tion was a success. 

Sheila Kers'hman, 6M. 




On Sunday, March 6, Canada felt a great loss in 
the death of the Governor-General, Georges P. Van- 
ier. His funeral on March 8 left me with a number of 
impressions, many of them direct reflections of what 
kind of man the Governor-General had been. 

The march from Parliament Hill to his parish 
church was, I thought, very impressive. The mili- 
tary in their uniforms marching all in step down the 
street, escorting the gun-carriage, made me think of 
the military man we knew in the Governor-General; 
couragous in battle, for he lost a leg in World War 
I, and proud in 'bearing as a man of rank should be. 
The riderless 'horse, who was slightly rambunctious, 
was symbolic to me of a being with an unconquered 
spirit, one who does not give up when death comes. 
Surely this was the kind of spirit our Governor- 
General had. 

The Mass at the church I found calming and 
peaceful. The service was performed in both official 
languages of Canada, and by ten co-celebrants from 
each province of Canada, and Father Benedict, a 
monk, son of the Vaniers. All did some part of the 
ceremony, so that the Governor-General's efforts to 
unify the family and the country came to mind, with 
this idea of all taking part and performing a task to- 
gether, as one in sharing the burden of grief. 

As I watched the proceedings on television, al- 
most everything I saw made me think of some part 
of the great man's character, his intelligence, all of 
which he gave without reserve to help his fellow Can- 
adians. Never will his memory fade in the minds 
and hearts of Canadians, our Governor-General. 

Janet Hughson, 5 A, 
Senior Winner. 

The Governor was a great man. He represented 
the Queen and he loved children. When his funeral 
began soldiers marched up and down the street. Then 
you saw the casket with the Canadian flag over it, 
from 1888 to 1967. The pall bearers carried his 
and his army hat and sword and medals. He lived 
casket into his Catholic Church. Nuns began to sing. 
His son, John, read the epistle. His horse followed 

the procession to the Church. The boots were in 
the stirrups the wrong way round to show that the 
rider had died. The people came to pay their last 
respects. He is going to be buried in Quebec. I 
was about to cry. 

Georgina Mundy, 3B, 
Honourable Mention. 


Every famous man contributes some institute or 
benefit during his term of office. Governor-General 
Vanier's chief concern was strength and unity in 
families. He founded the Vanier Institute for Family 
Unity. The purpose of this institution is to strengthen 
the discipline in families and give better upbringing 
to children. He said: "The family is the central cell 
of civilization." 

Another great thing that Governor-General Van- 
ier did was to bring together the French and Englisih- 
speaking people in Canada. 

One of his great sayings is: "I only want to serve." 

On March 5 this distinguished Canadian passed 
away and lift Canada in mourning. On March 
8 a sombre procession brought the coffin to the Basil- 
ica of Notre Dame. 

In the procession there were groups of army, air- 
force and navy. There was also the Royal Twenty- 
Second Regiment of Canada, the Governor-General's 
beloved regiment of whom he was Commander-in- 
Chief. The coffin came pulled by sailors of the navy 
and it was draped with the Canadian flag. Behind 
the coffin, which was on a gun carriage, came a rider- 
less horse draped in black. The sons of Governor- 
General Vanier walked behind. The limousines with 
Madame Vanier and the Prime Minister and others 
proceeded slowly down Sussex Street. 

The airplane formation and the Mounted Police 
impressed me very much. The airplanes came so 

low that it looked as if they were going to take the 
top off the building. It was surprising also that the 
horses shied very little despite the tremendous noise 
of the seventy-eight gun salute going off every 
minute. They must have been very well trained. I 
was also impressed by how the three sons, despite 
losing a great father, walked proudly behind the 

For a very distinguished citizen, his service at the 
Roman Catholic Basilica was very simple. I was 
affected by the beautiful sad way Jean read 
"The Sermon on the Mount." I think t!\ne choir 
sang very sweetly and in perfect precision. When 
the concelebrants came up and read the latin in 
perfect unison I was spellbound. I was interested 
to learn that they represented each of the ten pro- 
vinces. The end of the service affected me immen- 
sely. I was most impressed with the old Catholic 
custom of walking around the coffin and sprinkling 
holy water on the coffin and swinging incense around 
the coffin as the choir sang. 

He was a very religious man and devoted to his 
religion and faithfully attended Communion every 

Thus, as the Queen said, "this most distinguished 
Canadian" has taken his departure at last at God's 

Debbie Coyne, 4A, 
Junior Winner. 

GEORGES P. VANIER, 1959-1967 
Georges Philias Vanier, who had been Governor General of Canada since 
1959, was a graduate in law of Laval University. During World War I, he won 
the Military Cross with bar and the DSO. He served as ADC to the Gov- 
ernor General, represented Canada at the London Naval Conference, at the 
General Assembly of the League of Nations and, as Canadian minister to France, 
remained at his post until the fall of France in World War II. In 1944 he 
returned to Paris with the rank of ambassador and held that appointment until 
his retirement in 1953. 

He died Sunday, March 5, 1967 at- Coverninent' House 



In the town of Bethlehem the infant Jesus Christ 
was born. He was to be called the Son of God and 
the 'life he led has changed the lives of millions all 
over the world. This tiny child attracted the lowly 
shepherds of the fields, and the kingly Wise Men 
from the Orient; yet, it seemed that all the bad in 
the world was centered on this tiny child from the 
very beginning. It was the jealous King Herod who 
wis'hed his destruction, and finally his own people 
and Roman politics crucified him for blasphemy 
and sedition. They could not believe this humble 
man was the Messiah the prophets had been promis- 
ing for so many years. They had probably expected 
a glorious king to lift the people out of persecution 
and depression; thus, in the end, the Chosen People 
had hoped to rule the world. They were terribly 

Judaism, the main root of Christianity, had grown 
from the early Patriarchs such as Abraham, iMoses 
and Jacob. The Jewish lamentations during the 
Exile made for the rise of the prophets. The pro- 
phets promised the coming of the Alessiah or Ap- 
pointed One, and thus the Jews felt that unless strict 
laws were kept their Saviour might never come. 
Unfortunately the letter of the law soon took priority 
over the spirit of God, therefore, someone was needed 
now to show the world the true meaning of the 

The revelation of God was brought forth in the 
image of a tiny baby born of virgin birth. Perhaps 
the simplicity of God's evolution was difficult for 
the people to comprehend but, today. Christians all 
over the world celebrate the beauty and marvel of 
God's ways in the Christmas season. God has truly 
proved to us that through him all things are possible. 

The child Jesus Christ grew into a man possessing 
all the virtues that God meant us to have. Jesus has 
been called "the Second Adam" for He was sent to 
free the world from selfishness and hate. Christ 
resisted the worldly evil and possessed humility, for- 
giveness, mercy and love; yet, He was totally human. 
Humility was shown by the Baptism of Christ by a 
man who openly declared his inferiority to Him. 
Jesus was humble enough to wash the feet of His 
followers at the Last Supper before His death. He so 
cherished humanity He readily died for the love of 
man from God, and yet, He was equally as ready to 
forgive His persecutors — even in the horrors of 
crucifixion. He gave love to the friendless and hope 
to the suffering, going far beyond the call of the 
Father to give the relief. His teachings were simple 
enough to provide even the tiniest child with the 
forgiveness and understanding of God. His short 
life was dedicated to teaching and healing and most 
of all to God. In the Beatitudes, He praised the poor 
and persecuted: 'Tor theirs is the kingdom of Hea- 

The climax of this good and fruitful life was 
suffering upon the cross, thoroughly mocked and 
disgraced. However, this man did not pass through 
the ages of time as a common criminal. Rather, He 
lived by the deaths of the faithful who truly be- 

The Romans, however cruel to the Christians, il- 
luminated the path for thousands all over the world 
to follow. It has been said that "the blood of the 
martyrs is the seed of the church", and through 

persecution the public must have been awakened to 
the fact that there had to be something in a religion 
men were ready to die for and at the same time 
forgive their persecutors. Christianity grew to be a 
Aope in a dark, prejudiced world, a love for the 
unloved, and most of all, a supreme promise — a 
promise that God would always be there to answer 
prayers and console the suffering. God was: "refuge 
and strength and a very present help in trouble." 

The love of the Lord was promised to all who 
would be patient enough to seek Him. It is no won- 
der that people like St. Paul, who once persecuted 
Christians, were converted and lived their lives in 
total committment of the service and love of God. 
St. Paul later died for that love as an example to the 
Christian world of supreme behef. The final prize 
came in 311 A.D. when the Roman emperor Con- 
stantine instituted the Edict of Milan, thus tolerating 
Christianity and opening the gates to Christian doc- 

Christianity today symbolizes faith, truth and self- 
sacrifice. God has shown Himself in true, human 
form to live and die for us. St. Paul said that we die 
a thousand deaths daily to be resurrected with Jesus 
Christ. The memory of Christ Jesus is preserved by 
the mystery of the resurrection at Eastertide and the 
taking of bread and wine at Holy Communion. The 
mysterv and marvel of the Trinity shows us the glory 
of God in his infinite power. iMoreover, Christ has 
replaced the "do not" Ten Commandments by: "Love 
th\' God with all thy mind, strength and soul" and 
"Love thy neighbour as thyself". 

Hence, Jesus has created a positive religion out of 
the old Alosaic Law. Today we live secure in the 
knowledge "that Christ came into the world to save 
sinners". Thus, \ve cannot say we don't know God, 
for the scriptures have proved that God lived in the 
human form of Jesus Christ. 

God showed himself in the simplest form and per- 
haps the most beautiful — by the virgin birth of a 
merciful individual living in a humble existence. Since 
Christ felt pain, sorrow, love and joy perhaps that is 
why our Father fully understands us as He does. 
Christ said: "Come unto me all that labour and are 
heavy laden and I will refresh you". These undying 
words of comfort help us to realize that there is 
always someone to turn to in the time of trouble, 
and that through prayer, the Everlasting Kingdom 
will be opened to us. We are taught to live positive 
lives in God's path and therefore: "If any man sin we 
have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the 
righteous, and He is the propitation of our sins." 

God acknowledges the fact that we are susceptible 
to sin, for He Himself once lived among us in human 
form. Thus, forgiveness is assured when we are led 

Christianity is world encompassing. We are taught 
to love our neighbours as we love ourselves, and per- 
haps if we follow Christian doctrines we may some- 
day live in the love and brotherhood God meant us 
to live in. 

Finally, Christianity is love. St. John once said: 
"God so loved the world that He gave His only 
begotten Son to the end that all that believe in Him 
should not perish but have eternal life." This truly 
is the essence of the triumph of Christianity. 

Cathy Maclaren, 5 A. 



There was no reflection. 

I suppose this was w'hy I had taken an immediate 
dislike to this river. My childish mind, always in 
search of beauty, or that which I considered beauty, 
lingered on the pastoral scenes with rivers whose 
waters shimmered and whose banks were green and 
beautiful to smell and think about. But this water 
— if it was indeed that — reflected nothing, other 
than the grey-black of the sky. I cannot even re- 
member a dull sheen on the surface of the river. It 
was a tormented mass of thick contorting water. The 
banks were bare and earthy, and there was only 
rubble and rocks to add to their ugliness. There 
were no trees, not even some dead, dried-up stumps 
of wood that one mig'ht, in describing the landscape, 
generously call trees. The sky was as frightening to 
me as the river, of the same colour and texture. 

I was there only twice with my family, so it 
is admittedly not a wholly objective view. I was 
certain though that this was the only way it was, 
every day for three seasons, and then in the winter 
it had a sheet of slimy, thin ice which stained any 
new-fallen snow a dun grey, undoubtedly as unplea- 
sant as the river itself. I was never there in the 
winter but I know that that was just how it must be. 

On the second of these two expeditions of the fam- 
ily, of whidh I have spoken, I fancied that I must 
find the source of this river: 1 must search for the 
mouth from which this unquiet water spat. I didn't 
tell my mother, for reasons of which any child would 
be aware, and I didn't tell any of my little sisters, for 
little girls have the most annoying propensity for 
tattling, and also because I disliked them all. 

I do not know quite how far up the river I walked, 
but I know from later punishment that I took a great 
deal of time. Thus, after an indeterminate space 
of time, I came to the end, the end of my journey, 
but the beginning of this terrible river, and it was 
indeed a cavernous mouth. It was much like the 
river, dark and macabre, but to a greater degree, to 
the extent that it instilled in me a fear which the 
river had not. I wished very much that I hadn't 
come. I thought that I had trodden on — I was 
about to say 'holy ground' but that is not in any 
way appropriate — unholy ground. I fek uncom- 
fortable and terrified, and I glanced once more at the 
fathomless puckered hole, and then raced back along 
the bank of the river, the river that also seemed 
unfathomable. But now I do no remember all this 
too well, most likely because my mind was much 
impressed by these things which I of course did not 
understand, and I was not happy thinking so long 
on them. 

And now it is gone. I suppose it evaporated in 
the drought. But I choose to think that a satanic 
abyss opened in the filthy depths of this river, to 
take back the ill-begotten offspring. I choose to think 
that this river was sucked back in a manner as 
horrible and evil as that in which it was spewed up 
from the opening in the rocks, the ill-chosen goal 
of my once - upon - a - time journey. I choose to 
think that the well, deep within the earth, was dried 
up as punishment for giving birth to this river, but 
I am afraid even now that I will come across a river 
just like this one, for I know there are many. 

Maureen O'Neill, 5 A 


Une fois quand je suis restee immobile sur ce bord, 

La mer a ete tranquille, 

Et les sables et les brises ont bouge en repos 

Et le temps a passe. 

Alors, a cette epoque, j'ai eu mon paradis; 
Nous avons epie la vie 

Et avons chuchote notre amour a une etoile filante, 
Et le temps a disparu. 

Mais a present, le rez de maree s'enfle 
Et detruit mon etemite; 

Je suis cachee par la nuit des temps qui epaissit 
Et le temps s'est arrete. 

Kim Walker, 6M. 




The sudden glow of the match, and the hiss of 
the gas startled the old man from his reverie. The 
burner of the stove ignited and glowed with a 
steady blue flame. The man turned, and pulling the 
cupboard door open, stooped arthritically until he 
arose again with a full, metallic tea kettle. As he 
let the tap water run slowly into the spout, he exam- 
ined the kettle's black painted handle. He noticed 
that the chipped area of the handle was larger than 
usual, and mentally calculated that between washing 
the kettle and putting it away, the handle had receiv- 
ed an extra bump which had delodged some of the 
semi-rotting paint. The kettle was put on the burner, 
and the old man returned to his bedroom which also 
served as a sitting-room. 

His name was Marcel Proux, but it could have 
been Jack Smith or John Doe to everyone else, for 
he talked with no one and said little except for a 
brief hello to his landlady who knew him only as 
"the man in apartment four". He was a good tenant 
and paid his monthly rent punctually from his old 
age pension cheque, the rest of the money going to 
food and other necessities. He lived, or rather existed, 
alone in his tiny apartment in the middle of town. His 
interests were few although he was seldom bored, 
and his mind was constantly filled with thoughts 
that you and I would never give the time to think 

During the day, or when he was not sleeping, he 
took time to notice the small changes that took place 
in his apartment and outside on the busy street. He 
found great pleasure in observing changes, but what 
he took the most pleasure in was observing the weath- 
er tower on top of the Canada Life building. The 
tower was just visible from the window in his bed- 
room, and he had arranged the room so that he could 
awake and see through the window the bright lights 
shining from the tower. He enjoyed this mechanical 
creation of man, but was attracted to it for the sole 
reason that it was always right. It represented a visual 
paradox to him. Every day, the lights would flash 
a different elementary coded message about the wea- 
ther. That was change. But the fact that it was 
always a correct forecast gave the old man a feeling 
of security, and confidence. He saw an "everlasting- 
ness" in the tower which made him feel that as long 
as it flashed its accurate message, everything would 
be well for him. 

The water was boiling loudly on the stove, and the 
kettle protested the continual 'heat underneath by ut- 
tering a long and shrill whistle. The old man arose 
to go to the kitchen, and as he did so, he passed the 
bedroom window and catching sight of the weather 
tower, he chuckled softly to himself. The old man's 
thoughts were half in French and half in English. He 
imagined the younger people of the city laughing 
sardonically at the tower which was predicting show- 
ers, but the day was warm and sunny. Yet by the 
end of fhe day, the younger people were not laughing 
as they trudged home soaked to the skin by a sudden 
s'hower. Now the tower laughed, and so did the old 

He removed the kettle from the burner, and moved 
to fetch a cup and a teabag. He placed the bag in the 
cup, and poured the boiling water over the bag. 
He noticed the colour change in the water — from 
a light brown to a deep, rich brown-red, and sniffed 
the wonderful tea smell which surrounded the cup. 
He returned to his bed, and sat quietly sipping the 
tea, giving his mind time to ease back into the day- 
dream which he had begun earlier. He was thinking 
about the past. He remembered the small Quebecois 
village where he was born. Life was always sunny 
then, and surrounded with people — brothers and 
sisters, and aunts and undes and cousins. The Great 
War came, and he was shipped off to Europe. Life 
was fast and exciting in those years, and he met 
many people. The old man's eyes sparkled at the 
memory of the war years. He learned enough Eng- 
lish in the army to fall in love with, and propose to 
an English girl. When the war was over, he returned 
home, but settled in Ontario. After that the years 
seemed to speed by. It was difficult to find employ- 
ment and the Depression made it more difficult. 
Keeping five children fed, however, left little time to 
think about hard times. Then suddenly everyone 
grew up and left, and it was a long time ago that his 
wife had died. He didn't blame the children for not 
keeping touch, as they had a hard row to plough 
too, and he always gave the impression of being an 
independent old man anyway. 

The soft pitter-patter of the rain provided a musi- 
cal background for the old man's reverie, and since 
the hot tea had relaxed him, he put the cup down, 
and slowly lifted his feet up to the mattress. He 
lay back, and rested his head on the pillow behind 
him. He looked over to the cheap wooden bureau on 
the other side of the room. His meagre belongings 
were placed neatly beside each other on the bureau 
top. There was not a speck of dust to be seen, al- 
though a few thin grey hairs hung helplessly on the 
comb. One drawer stood slightly ajar, and, the old 
man remarked silently, had a new crack along the 
front. Soon he was lulled to sleep by the rain, and the 
last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was a flash 
from the tower. "Right as rain", he muttered to him- 
self, and smiled softly at his pun. 

Through the night the weather tower on the Canada 
Life building flashed on and off, on and off. The mes- 
sage it relayed was "rain". However, the sun rose 
slowly that morning, and let its rosy, red fingers 
creep silently over the sleeping world. It rose in the 
clear sky, and birds sang everywhere. But the old 
man did not stir. Still the tower flashed "rain". The 
setting of the sun brought a new colour to the sky, 
everywhere there was a violet haze, and the younger 
people scurried home carrying their raincoats over 
their arms. (Their sardonic faces as they passed the 
tower seemed to say, "I told you so". But the old 
man did not rise to look out of his window and ob- 
serve the tower's first mistake. He had died quietly 
in his sleep.) 

Jane Archambault, 6M, 



The horizon brought 

The dawn; 
Pigeons awoke, 

Cooing content 
From old rafters bent 

Over the canal. 
A short song, 
For soon their home 

Would be gone. 

A building that had once been 

The nation's link 
Would serve its annual purpose. 
And, thereafter 

Would fall to grey cement — 
As grey as the feathers 

It had sheltered. 

Cathy Maclaren, 5A. 


""Please, Grandma, just one", pleaded the young 

"Well, alright, but it'll be short", she warned, 
"So hop into bed now. Ready? I'll begin. Once 
upon a time there was a girl, a little older than you, 
who lived with her mother on the moon." 

"Oh the moon? Just like ..." 

"Yes on the moon. Please let me go on. The 
girl enjoyed doing many things, but her very fav- 
orite pastime was sitting on an enormous mound in 
her front garden watching rockets. These rockets 
were long, silver-coloured objects which appeared 
regularly from the direction of earth, a faraway 

"Earth looked very lovely from the moon, so calm 
wich its muted shades of blue and green that she 
used to think how pleasant it would be to live, or 
just go there." 

"One day as she sat watching the rockets, her 
Mum called out to her to call her in for dinner." 

"O, I wish I could go to the earth!" 

"Why do you want that?" her mother inquired, 
a trifle sadly it seemed. 

"It is such a peaceful looking place; so far away 
and serene. It must be nice to stay there. People 
say it is very warm and sunny in parts." 

"Yes, that's true darling," said the mother, "but 
I wouldn't want to live there." 

"Why on moon not?" questioned her daughter, 
"I think quite the opposite." 

"Ah, but you haven't heard what all the people 
say. I have heard what some of our spacemen, who 
have actually landed on Earth report. They say 
that on the surface it looks most desirable, but ..." 

"You see! I can't be wrong if other people agree 
with me!" cried the girl, coming to a rather illogical 

"Allow me to finish. I was going to say that 
althoug'h the first impressions are pleasing, that w'hen 
when they have been there for a sihort while, their 
enthusiasm dwindles and then disappears entirely." 

"Why!" in a disbelieving tone. 

"Because they find that the disadvantages outweigh 

the advantages. Disadvantages such as poverty." 
"Not if you work hard surely?" questioningly. 
"And quarrelling." 

"Not if you're nice to people," triumphantly, 
"And lack of food." 

"Well," weakening, ""but I'd take lots of food with 

"The mother began to feel anxious for she knew 
that her daughter was a wilful and determined child 
and if she decided to do something, she usually car- 
ried out her plans. 

"Just then another rocket flashed past them and at 
the same time an idea flashed into the mother's 

"Listen," she said quietly and desperately, "Why 
do you think all these rockets are coming here?" 

"Why I . . . guess . . I don't know", said the 
young girl quite unwillingly. 

"Because they want to escape from all the things 
I have just told you and many more which you 
wouldn't understand." 

"How do you know this?" challenged her daugh- 

"Your father and I have been told that the moon 
authorities have picked up conversations from these 
rockets on the radar screens. Also, what I have told 
you is just what the earthmen say. Anyway let's 
go into dinner now — it'll be getting cold!" 

The grandmother shifted her position. 

"So you see, that was only another unfulfilled 
dream. When I was that girl's age, I too wanted to 
go to Earth and now I am so glad that my mother 
forbade me. I know better now" she concluded. 
"Goodnight and sleep well." 

"G'night, Grandma," murmured a sleepy voice. 
"Thank you." 

Wearily the old woman rose and tiptoed from the 
room and went thoughfuUy downstairs, reflecting 
upon all the trouble on the Earth and how it was 
affecting this planet. 

"Yes, I know better now," she sighed as she gazed 
at the distant luminous Earth. 

Margaret Bagnall, 6M. 



Ever since I can remember I have loathed my 
nose. As a child it was a sorepoint, a detestable bur- 
den I had to bear, a punis^hment for some crime I 
couldn't recall committing. One could never imagine 
the complete desolation I felt when it came to pick- 
ing of parts at school and I was invariably chosen as 
pinnochio or the standard long-nosed villian. This 
sort of thing bothered me so, that I developed the 
peculiar habit of sitting with one hand partly cover- 
ing my face, hoping to appear more attractive yet 
actually looking as if I had some chronic skin disease 
or was an underwater diver preparing for some fan- 
tastic descent. How I envied those with snub or 
skijump noses! Even pug noses appealed to me as 
I suffered under the weight of my own! I had a 
tremendous complex — I shrank from regarding my- 
self fullview — the shock was overpowering! All I 
could do was pray that someday a miraculous change 
would take place and my aquiline nasal column 
would become a lovely short structure or by some 
wierd chance, thin lumpy noses would be the height 
of fashion and I would emerge victorious. For the 
time being however the excuse, "as a baby I was in 
a terrible accident", would have to suffice. Then 
one day someone asked whether my vision was im- 
paired by the length of my nose and I realized then 
and there that I couldn't continue through the rest 
of my life with THIS perpetual curse. I had reach- 
ed the point of saturation. Feeling terribly wounded 
and unbelievably dramatic I approached my father 
and pleaded that he supply funds for plastic surgery. 
My father however seemed amazingly unpreturbed 
and suggested that for the same price I could engage 
a phychiatrist who could teach me to love my nose! 
I exited, crestfallen. 

No one seemed to view my problem in all serious- 
ness or with the concern it deserved. Didn't they 
realize what a tragedy it was for me to spend my 

life semi deformed! I mean, it's not so easily dismis- 
sed! Realizing that I was getting no support I 
withdrew and began to analyze the situation. Per- 
haps I could bang it into shape myself but it was a bit 
of a risk. No, I would just have to accept the inevit- 
able — my nose was here to stay. Once, while 
browsing through an old history book I found a 
picture of a woman with a nose similar to the shape 
of mine and underneath it the words: "This wo- 
man's long straight nose was a sign of classical 
beauty." I spent the rest of the day in a daze and 
for the first time in years I was able to stand in the 
bathroom and look at myself — full face! Classical 
beauty! Maybe my life wasn't completely over 
after all. There was a glimmer of hope. Thus 
stimulated I began to consider other aspects of a 
lone nose. Being at that stage of adolescence when 
one is completely enchanted by the glamour of the 
"stars", I had a surplus of those vivid and supposedly 
enthralling movie magazines, which I read faithfully. 
A sudden thought sprang into my mind and I began 
to rummage through my crumbling collection. I 
soon found what I wanted and began to tack up 
various pictures. From all sides photos of Barbara 
Streisand, Danny Thomas, Jimmy Durante, Charles 
de Gaulle, and many others, with the same marvel- 
lous resemblance — their noses — stared down at me. 
(Odd isn't it that all large nosed people have warm 
smiles and versatile personalities?) I no longer 
scorned my nose but looked on it with a certain 
air of pride. It was strong and sturdy, a mark of 

I now face the world bravely, regarding my tor- 
mentors with careless disdain and cheerfully ignor- 
ing such ill remarks as: "What are you? Some kind 
of aardvark?" 

Paula Lawrence, 5A. 


Muth have I struggled with the reams of work, 

And many goodly poems and plays have seen. 

In this pursuit of wisdom I have been 

Engag'd; and told that meaning there does lurk. 

But I have gazed perplexed into the murk 

In all my days at school, out of the scene, 

And never did I breathe a breatlh serene 

Until Cole's Notes from query did me jerk. 

Then understand did I my English prose 

As Cole rewrote "Macbeth" mercilessly. 

The meaning of Ovid's poetry grows 

On me, though from Cole's ghastly rhymes I flee. 

Now peaceful in my classes I may doze. 

As I regard the fearful tests with glee. 

(With apologies to Keats, 
and the headmistress.) 

Margaret Thomas, 6M. 




The amber-eyed and empty hearted moon, 
I saw it brim last eve with shadowed light. 
I tasted aeons in the wordless tune 
Of restless stirring in the sheets of night. 

Beneath that 'burning eye the world was spread— 
The dark embroidered fields of flower-gold. 
And moments lingered — moments ever dead, 
And voices in the night were soft and bold. 

Yet even dauntless radiance proud will grey 

To opal sky — these moments cannot last. 

Beneath the probing fingers of the day 

The songs of nig'ht will die like dreams and pass. 

So sing in the dawn that will not stop or stay. 
Of shattered silence crushed beneath the day. 

J. Uren, 6M. 

Memory mine do you have to stay? 
Cruel memory 
Wander astray; 

Oh, what I could do with yesterday. 

Destructive thoughts are all too clear, 
Disturbing thoughts — 
The cost is dear; 

Why did I live in that yester-year? 

Deep inside is devil and sorrow, 

A hate inside 

For a life demolished; 

Let me not make this mistake tomorrow. 

The mind is made that fate is mine; 

A dying mind 

For a life abolished; 

Never to happen another time. 

Trish Simmons, 5A. 

Elementary Elucidatory Essay on The 
Eventual Evolution of The Ear 

Crimson caverns of cartilage wilfully wind their 
way inward toward the congested centre of our 
brain-burdened beanie holders. Fortunately, the two 
channels which convey incongmous impulses to our 
central cerebellum have, until now, failed to converge 
and thus form a hollow hall. 

It is highly possible however that, in the evolution- 
ary process and the constant re-adaption due to 
external forces, the ear may undergo a startling 
series of changes not dissimilar to that of mankind's 
little toes.* 

I voluntarily venture to propose that the degen- 
erate descendants of the previously specified species 
will also be lacking an outer (and inner) organ of 
utmost usefulness — the ear. 

From constant convulsive attacks upon the super- 
sensitive system by blurps of the boob-tiabe, the 
cavities of conductivity will have recessed far into 
the head forming an immense hollow tube, surround- 
ed by a veritable vaporiferous void. 

*It is common knowledge that "Homofuturus" 
will have only four of his former five toes. 

Susan Partridge, 5 A. 


The old man shambled down the main street of 
the small town, apparently not noticing the looks 
of annoyance on the faces of the adult passers-by. 
He passed the saloon and the small shops, still gaz- 
ing at the ground in front of him, until he reached 
the row of houses. Then, at the cries of joy, old 
Harry Blue glanced up, his face brightening as the 
children came bouncing out of their homes, eagerly 
anticipating the inevitable pieces of licorice in the 
old man's pockets. 

It was a routine. Every day the children dragged 
him, protesting, and at the same time, grinning, to 
a porch where he sat recounting stories of the past 
to his little listeners. He never failed to come and 
they came to love and depend on him. Their par- 
ents couldn't understand it. He was just a useless 
old fool, who was a nuisance to the town. But 
every day his audience came to greet him. 

At times he would become completely caught up 
in his tale and was only brought back by a squeaky 
"What happened then?" But today it was different. 
He did not stir when one of the youngest tugged 
at his sleeve. They hailed a passing man who looked 
at Harry and said, "Fle's dead." The children started 
to weep, and one ran into the house, his face in his 
hands. The man looked surprised. "What's the 
matter?" he said. "It's only old Harry Blue!" 

Janet Hughson, 5A. 




Warm sunshine flooded Jesse's bedroom and fell 
upon the little boys face. Upon awakening he felt 
worried. Something was wrong and it affected 
him like a ^heavy growth on his brain that pushed 
out all other thoughts. Yet he could not remember 
what it was. As sleep left his body the memories 
of the past day came tumbling upon his mind like 
a pile of soupcans falling from a shelf in the super- 

Yesterday the gang of boys down the street had 
taunted and mocked him because he would not take 
the shiny new pocket knife from the big downtown 
department store. All the other boys regularly stole 
toy guns and rubber swamp creatures without get- 
ting caught. "It's easy" they said. "Don't be chic- 

But Jesse's freckled face quivered at the thought. 
The biggest boy who looked about ten and was fat 
with blonde hair that fell over his eyes w'hen he 
talked gave Jesse a push which made him run down 
the winding alley that led to his home. 

Immediately afterwards he had been deeply sorry. 
That boy who had pushed him could hit a baseball 
further than anyone he had ever seen and Jesse also 
admired the way the boy defiantly shook his head 
back and maintained a stony hostile silence when the 
teacher asked him a question which he could not 

It is one of life's puzzles the way that young 
children are placed in the 'highest estimation by their 
peers if they have a low amount of scholastic know- 
ledge. The child who is at the top of the dlass is not 
respected as much by his classmates as the child who 
speaks with impudence against authority. During 
our adolescence if we develop normally and form 
a responsible attitude towards society and religion, 
these former ideas are reversed. The values that are 
held in childhood are exchanged for newer ones 
that are in gear with adult society. It is the people 
who never cast off these warped conceptions that 
eventually form the criminal element of society. 

The thoughts were too deep for a nine year old 
like Jesse to understand yet. He only knew that 
if 'he took the pocket knife successfully these boys 
would like him and never again would they make 
fun of him. He had decided to do it. 

The porridge that his mother made for breakfast 
seemed dry and tasteless in his mouth. His mother, 
with hair in lilac metal rollers and cold cream on 

her face seemed for the first time frightening to 
Jesse. It seemed as though she knew what he was 
going to do. 

The children on the block were playing skipping 
on the way to sc'hool and rhythmically chanting to 
the beat of the rope: 

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear turn out the light 

Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear say Good Night! 

The voices, marbles and base-ball games were 
s'hoved to the back of his sub-conscious as he walked 
determinedly into the big department store where 
his friends were waiting for him. They agreed to 
wait in the glass ante-room and watch him take the 
knife. Jesse swaggered with false confidence towards 
the jewellery counter while his eyes s'hifted ner- 
vously from side to side in quest of possible floor- 
walkers. His forehead perspired under the shaggy 
sandy hair and he felt a queazy feeling in the pit of 
his stomach. Boldly he approached the knife coun- 
ter while his keen little mind was weighing the 
advantages of two alternatives. Should he just grab 
the knife without looking around so that he would 
not attract attention or should he look both ways 
and risk looking guily if someone saw him looking 
around suspiciously. He decided on the former 
course. The knife glinted tantalizingly on the shelf 
from its buckskin pouCh and with a deft flick of 
his wrist he grabbed it and concealed it in his 
striped jersey sleeve. His heart was beating wildly 
from this new adventurous experience and he started 
to walk out of the store with pretentious casualness 
feeling a tinge of exhilaration. Somehow he did not 
feel that way for long for soon his shoulders slumped 
with shame. 

Faces flashed across his mind, faces he loved and 
respected. Lastly he envisaged his teacher. "God 
sees you all the time even when you think he can- 
not. If you lie or steal he is sorry because 'he is your 
Father", she had said. Without quite knowing why 
Jesse made the most important decision of his young 
life, he walked back to the counter and replaced the 
knife on the rack. No one had seen. 

Outside the sun was shining. A woman smiled 
at him. The children were still singing in the street. 
His voice rang in harmony with them and his chubby 
hands clapped in time with the return of childhood's 

Joan Brodie, 6M. 



Cut, crush, 

Scrape and more of 

Screaming, dreaming. 

Cry and bore. 

A happy sad 

Of good and bad; 

Wet and blind. 

Still and mad. 

Dead and more of 





The earth as a place: 



A loser of the race; 

Trish Simmons, 5A. 


O child of Britain 

So rash, so raw 

So recklessly young. 

How does the world look to you? 

O child of pastness 
When Indians were alone 
Among your long-grown dreams. 
How does the world seem now? 

O child of presence 
When many wander free 
Among your crystal castles. 
How will the world seem later. 


The black blob came flowing, 



The others could run fast. 

But my feet were stuck to the ground. 

With all my strength, I jumped: 



I flew into the sky, 
Over the telepihone lines. 

The blob loomed ahead: 



I swooped upward in the air. 

The blob was left beneath. 



Light winds against my face. 
They were cool and refreshing. 

Blue birds forsook their trees; 



To join me in the sky. 

We could be free from the earth. 

Their blue melted into the sky. 



The wind died and the dark sun was warm. 
All was quiet, then I woke up. 

Dawn Harwood-Jones, 5A. 

O child of chance 
If the future comes 
And you are older then. 
Will you be worldy-wise? 

If by chance, O Canada, 
Young you be no more. 
Think carefully of this thing — 
How humble was the child? 

Kathy Rothwell, 6M. 


They walked down the lane together. 

The sky was full of stars. 
They reached the gate in silence. 

He lifted for her the bars. 
She neither smiled nor thanked him, 

For that ^he knew not how. 
For he was just a farmer's boy. 

And She a jersey cow. 

Charlotte Sinclair, 5B. 


Dans une caveme des rochers pendus— 

Dans I'antre noir, 
Je me cacherai loin de la main tendue. 

Pour vivre sans espoir. 

Dans la foule tous les yeux se fuient— 

Les ames sont sourdes. 
Personne n'arrete et dans la nuit, 

L'esprit est lourde. 

J'habiterai entre les mers profondes, 

Avec les dieux perdus; 
Sous les ombres pourpres d'un autre monde. 

Loin des cieux connus. 

Janet Uren, 6M. 



It happens now and then, on certain coasts of 
Britain or Scotland, that a fisherman or a traveller 
strolling on a sandy beach, at low tide, far from 
shore, suddenly notices after a few minutes that he 
is walking with great difficulty. The sand under 
his feet feels like shoemaker's wax; the soles of 
his s'hoes stick; it is no longer sand, it is glue. The 
beach is perfectly dry but with each step he takes, 
as soon as he lifts his foot, the print is filled with 

The immense beach is level, even and tranquil; you 
can't distinguish the solid ground from the unsolid. 
The man follows his route, trying to find support;— 
he is not worried. What is there to worry about? 
But he feels as if his feet become heavier and heavier 
as he goes along. The weight of his feet is multiply- 
ing with each step. Brusquely he sinks, sinks two or 
three inches. He is now positive he is not on the 
right route; he stops to get his bearings. Suddenly 
he looks at his feet; they've disappeared! The sand 
is covering them; he tries to pull them out but only 
gets in deeper. The sand is at his ankles. He tears 
himself out and throws himself to the left. Sand is 
now halfway up his leg; he throws his weight to the 
right; sand is at his thighs. He realizes in an unutter- 
able terror he is caught in quicksand and that beneath 
him lies a dreadful environment where man can no 
longer walk, and fish no longer swim. He lunges 
his weight, unloads himself like a ship in distress; he 
is losing time, the sand is over his knees. 

He yells, frantically waves his hat or his handker- 

chief, the sand is swallowing him more and more. 
If the beach is deserted, if land is too far, if there is 
no hero in the vicinity, it'll be the end, he is con- 
demned to this appalling interment, long and un- 
faihng, implacable, impossible to delay or hasten, 
which lasts for hours, which never ends, takes you 
standing up, free and in good health, draws you under 
by the feet, which, with each futile effort, with each 
insistent cry, pulls you down under a little more; 
it seems to punish you for increasing your grip, for 
resisting. He sinks slowly into this murky earth, and 
all this time he beholds the horizon, the trees, the 
green countryside, the village farms in the fields, 
ships' masts on the sea, the birds that fly and sing, 
the sun, the sky . . . The unfortunate tries to sit up 
or to lie down, to creep or crawl; all movement he 
makes buries him; he tries to sit straight; he sinks, 
he feels himself being devoured. He shrieks, he be- 
seeches the skies, he twists his arms hopelessly. 

He is up to his stomach in sand; up to his chest; 
—his bust is all that is left; he lifts his hands, he emits 
furious groans, he leans on his elbows to free him- 
elf, sobbing frantically; the sand rises, reaches his 
shoulders, his neck, only his face is visible. His 
mouth wails — sand enters: silence. His eyes are 
staring — sand closes them: darkness. His forehead 
diminishes, a tuft of hair flutters over the sand; a 
hand seeps through, makes a hole through the sand 
— moves, agitates — vanishes; sinister obliteration of 
a man! 

Cynthia Maynard, 5A. 


My name is Pennelius and I am a centennial penny. 
I have just had a very hot bath but feel very new. 
All my brothers and sisters and I and my mother 
and father live in rolls of pennies at the bank. I am 
very happy until one day a little boy comes in with 
his father. He asked his father if he could have a 
particular roll of pennies, and with my small sharp 
eyes I saw he was pointing to the roll I was in. My 
brothers and sisters were happy, but I was sure we 
were in for trouble. A few days later I found I was 

I went home in the boy's pocket which already 
had in it a chewed piece of gum, a pencil, an eraser 
and a pen. I was very miserable and unhappy. When 
we got to our new home I heard the boy's mother 
call, "John dear, dinner time." I now knew his 
name but before he went to dinner he took me up- 
stairs into a room where I met a pig who said he was 
going to eat me. I soon found out that it was a pig 
who kept pennies for John. The pig was very com- 
fortable inside and I was very gay in my new home 
until one dark and stormy night a huge cold rough 

hand grabbed me up and put me in a pocket. After- 
wards I found out that it was a thief. My heart was 
beating so hard I was sure he would hear it, but he 

In the bag I found a hole and decided to make 
my escape. I wedged through the hole onto a hard 
stone pavement and before I knew it I was being 
trampled over by hundreds of long round things 
which I realized were people's feet. 

In the morning I was picked up by a little boy 
and when I looked up into his smiling face I found 
it was my own master, John. 

An hour later I was back in my pig and sleeping 
soundly. Now the pig is kept in a locked drawer 
with the key well hidden. John soon put me into a 
pig all by myself because he never wanted to use me 
to buy candy or any other foolish things. He want- 
ed to keep me as a reminder of when I was stolen 
and found again on the hard stone pavement. 

Barbara Coyne, 3A/4C. 




Le murmure vivant est exhale 

Par la jeune lumiere de Taurore 

Et il souffle 

Sur les braises 

De mon ame dormante. 

La paix de la nuit passee 

M'enveloppe toujours: 

EUe attise tout de meme 

La flamme, comme font les paroles douces 

D'une mere 

A son premier-ne. 

Pensee, petite pensee, tu donnes 

Une chiquenaude de langue a mon sens. 

Pensee — delicieuse, paresseuse — tu voles 

Seule, primo 

Au reveil d'un coeur. 

Le monde, neuf comme la rosee 

Qui fait glisser les pas des consciences. 

Me salue. 

La joie, lente, puis plus vite, enfin est 
Un torrent coulant dans une riviere 
De Vitesse. 

Le monde, annonce par 

Une de ces pensees precieuses — 

Bijoux de notre humanite — 

Je ne peux pas I'oublier, appelee 

Par une nostalgie de tout ce 

Qui est libre, beau, vrai. 

La grandeur d'existence court 

Avec le sang; 

Court dans les os, dans les essentiels. 
Cette verite — 

Chanson de I'esprit, I'heritage ancestral 
De I'homme, 

Tourment, triomphe — est un chemin 

Lisse et pret, 


Devant mes pieds hesitants. 

La liberte est a moi — le vent 

E^souffle comme une haleine d'amour; 

Les choses immuables restent 

Droites et justes 

Pendant la tempete. 

On ne pent pas abandonner 


Pour un moment 

Le temps s'est arrete 

Comme s'il n'existait jamais: 

Le monde s'en est alle 

Et je ne I'ai jamais vu. 

Pour un moment . . . 

Puis, comme la fleuraison 

D'une rose brulante mais sans armes 

Pour les dangers. 

La vie revient et, soupirant, 

Je me reveille. 

Vicky Nicholson, 5 A. 

Les vagues bercent, le vent soupire; 
Les voiles blanches d'un navire 
Resistent a I'azur du ciel 
Clairement, comme une mouette belle. 
La brise siffle dans les palmes. 
La mer dort silencieuse et calme. 

Le sable d'or sur les rivages. 
Qui dure pendant de longues ages, 
Est lance rudement et lave 
Toujours par la fidele maree. 

Les flots derapent, le vent s'eleve, 
Et le navire secoue son reve, 
S'en va, se fane, devient plus fin; 
Et bon voyage, mon brave marin. 
Que tous les vents et vagues une fois 
Conduisent ton navire a moi. 

Elibameth Tanszyk, 5 A. 



For one who loves a "tilt-and-try-it" prose, 
I never can be free with lyric rhyme. 
My pen cannot with easy lilt sublime 
Serve out and hit that lyric on the nose. 
They say by any other name t'is called a rose, 
I'd rather win a set with serve on line 
Than try and fit my words into design. 
First eight then six my sonnet to enclose. 
There's octave, and sestet to come; it can 
Be done without an ounce of content yet. 
Shall I survive another four that scan 
Like equal bounce of balls beyond the net. 
In flight to catch the flashing rhymes I ran— 
I lost; that's game; it's eight and six and set. 

Margaret Thomas, 6M. 

Dawn comes; brightening skies. 
Student rises glassy eyes. 
Monday morning; untouched books. 
Guilty conscience; scathing looks. 

Physics classes; no one passes. 
Herded masses; finger-printed glasses. 
Distant lunch; hunger pangs. 
Dragging seconds; teachers' fangs. 

Lunch comes; clattering chairs. 
Grace said; discuss affairs. 
Post-noon classes; climbing stairs. 
Boredom rampant; no one cares. 

Closing bell; lockers crashing. 
Swinging doors; students dashing. 
Cages open; books for looks. 
Irresponsibility . . . 

Margaret Armitage, 5 A. 



Have you ever really studied a candle from the 
time of its first flicker into the glory of its bright- 
ness until its flame is snuffed by breath and blown 
out? Candles know the merriment of birthdays, 
the intimacy of twiHght dinners for two, the joy 
of weddings and the sadness of death. 

Candles have a long history. For many years 
candles were the best means of light after dusk. 
Probably the first candles were made of tallow. 
Tallow is the fat of sheep or oxen. It is believed 
that a monk discovered the candle in the Middle 
Ages. They were first made by a process called 
dipping. A wick was dipped into melted wax or 
tallow and when the wax had hardened it was 
dipped in again. This was done until enough wax 

was built around the wick. Candles are made in 
all shapes and sizes. 

The flame through its magic ways brings you 
into the land of daydreams. The bright yellow glow 
waving gently back and forth in the light breeze 
of someone's hreath hypnotizes you and takes you 
far away. In your dream land you see fairy knights 
and queens, you see the future or the past or you 
see the wonders of the world. 

I ask you again: "Have you ever really studied a 
candle?" I have come to the conclusion that candles 
and their flames are in some ways mystic and beauti- 

Lynne Sampson, 4A. 


Fear and havoc were sweeping the world. For 
weeks, violent tremors of the earth's surface had 
been felt everywhere, and rumor had it that per- 
haps any day the earth would 'be one raging volcano. 
Many, caught up in the whirlwind of hysteria, be- 
came more terrified while others merely waited in 
frightened silence. Within a few days the rumor 
had, in part, been confirmed. The explanation 
offered by experts was, in simple language, that 
mighty cracks stretching for miles towards the 
centre of the earth had resulted from subterranean 
vulcanism. The danger lay in the possibility of fur- 
ther volcanic activity which would widen and split 
the cracks towards the very core of the earth. Once 
this happened the earth would not last for long 
afterwards, and it must therefore be evacuated. 

This astounded the world — an evacuation of its 
entire population was something beyond any im- 
agination. Furthermore, where was the world to 
emigrate to? Hysteria reigned once more. Following 
broadcasts were heard in disbelief as experts unfolded 
an incredible plan to the public. The world's entire 
populace was to migrate to the newly discovered 
planet — Zeus, which was, in fact, much like the 
earth. Experts from all fields — scientists, archi- 
tects, engineers and builders were rocketed to Zeus 
to prepare the planet for its invasion. Tons of sup- 
plies that were essential were sent every day. Whole 
cities were being constructed at the designated land- 
ing points. 

While hundreds were thus occupied on Zeus, pre- 
parations were underway on earth. It was estimated 
that the final destruction of the earth would not 
occur before five years' time, and it was expected 
that the first rocketloads of people would leave the 
earth in two years' time — never to see it again. 

During this stage of preparation people lived with 
a singleness of purpose. Every man, woman and child 
was involved in some way in the mass production of 
mammoth rockets that would bear them to a new 
world. No one lived without fear — fear of the un- 
known, which was accompanied by glimmers of hope 
and thanks to God that every life could be spared. 

Within two years, preparations had been completed 
on the new world. The momentous day had arriv- 
ed, and a rocket was despatched from the new planet 
to the earth to get the evacuation underway. The 
aircraft shot through space, streaming past streaks of 
stars. Within the cabin dials clicked and blinked. 
A hand reached out and flicked a switch on the 
radar screen. A tiny dot came into view and grew 
larger and larger, as the s'hip raced closer and closer. 
The pilot was tensed with excitement. He was a 
hero — the saviour of the world. His breath came 
quickly through the smile that played on his lips; 
his nails dug deep into his wet palms — his eyes 
stared riveted to the screen. Closer and closer he 
careened towards the earth. Now its familiar shape 
could be seen through the window, from which 
the pilot never shifted his gaze. His expression 
changed suddenly to one of puzzlement. The earth 
seemed to glow and swell, as if sucking in its last 
breath. Sweat poured from his brow in rivulets as 
he watched the strange phenomena taking place far 
below. Hypnotized with horror he saw the smold- 
ering, fiery ball that was Earth spitting sparks and 
molten ash into space. His eyes stared from his 
head. As he instinctively veered the ship away, his 
face was working violently with emotion, and he 
saw the world crumble and disintegrate beneath him. 

Jeff Heintzman, 6M. 



One day as I was walking in the sun I saw a 
huge egg as big as a boulder. I walked towards it, 
hesitating a little. I picked up a piece of wood and 
cracked it open. Out came a dog thirty-two feet 
high. I said, "Boy! You are big." To my surprise 
he talked. He said, "Yes I am." "Let's go home," I 
said. "Okay", he whispered, and then he continued, 
"I am a bit shy". We went home and found Mum 
and Dad out. There was a note on the table saying, 
"Go over to the farm. We got a call from Aunt 
Olive and have gone to visit her." I sighed, "Let's 
go! Oh! By the way, what is your name?" "My 
name is Mortermus dog. You can call me Mort," 
he said. We went along the road to the farm. I 
found Uncle Charlie in the potato patch. I told him 
about Mort and he said, "One of my horses fell 

down from exhaustion. Now Mort can pull the 
wagon." So the next day Mort pulled the wagon 
and I rode on it. Uncle Charlie said, "Mort could 
eat raw meat." But we found Alort liked candy 
eggs and cereal best so I went to the store and asked 
the clerk for candy eggs and cereal. He said, "Candy 
eggs in November? Isn't it too late for Easter?" 
I told him about Mort and he said, "Easter eggs, 
cereal and dogs thirty-two feet high. Quite a mix- 
ture!" The next day Mum and Dad drove up the 
lane and got out. I told Dad about Mort and he said, 
"You're dreaming". I went round to the dog house. 
jMort was gone. Ever since then I have never told 
anyone about Mort but yesterday I thought I saw 
a glimpse of a dog thirty-two feet high! 

Christina Cole, 3B. 


Have you ev^er met my Aunt Flo? 

The poor person has nowhere to go. 

She will stand on her head 

And dread, how she'll dread 

The time when she's somewhere to go! 

Clare Heath, 3A. 


There once was a boy named Guss 
Who always created a fuss 
While he fought with a doll 
His sister played with a ball 
Wasn't that silly of Guss? 

Anneke Dubash, 3A. 


I once knew a man who ate paint 
(And he is a very good saint) 

He is very sick 

And as thin as a stick 
And always is feeling quite faint! 

Tawny Nixon, 4C. 


I had a sly cat named Rumkin 
Who always had pains in his tumkin. 
He'd shriek and complain. 
But never again 

Have I seen a cat named Rumkin! 

Clare Heath, 3A. 


For my fifteenth birthday I decided to have a 
pyjama party. The date of my birth just happened 
to be December 25th, which as you know is Christ- 
mas Day. My parents were going to a midnight 
festival and would not be home until three o'clock 
in the morning. My friends and I promised that we 
would get to bed at a reasonable hour. 

After Mum and Dad had left, and we were all snug 
in our pyjamas, we trudged downstairs to the sun- 
room, where a woman was just going to be stabbed 
in cold blood, on television. After that bit of excite- 
ment we all felt hungry. In fact we were all so 
hungry we decided to raid the kitchen. 

We thought the fridge would be the best place 
to start. In there we found cooked ham, sour cream, 
left-over rice and cottage cheese. In the bread-box 
we found cookies, cake, donuts and apple pie. We 
thought finally that we had pulled out enough to 
last us so now it was time to eat. I had a simply 

gorgeous time feasting over my apple pie which 
for me is a very rare treat. My friend Sarah ate a 
whole package of donuts. Brenda ate all the cot- 
rage cheese and sour cream. Finally Marissa, who 
would have preferred sugar lumps, had to help me 
finish my apple pie. When we had finally finished 
gorging ourselves we scurried off into our sleeping 
bags for it was almost three o'clock. 

It was quite a while before I heard my parents 
come yawning in the front door. After my mother 
had hung up her coat she popped her head into our 
room to see if we were all asleep. We had our eyes 
shut tight and tried not to gigle. Finally Mum went 
off to bed. 

Oh, how we did deceive her for if she had known 
what had really gone on she would not have been 
pleased. But you won't tell her will you? 

Janie Ginsberg, 4A. 



My name is July, 
And I'm often quite hot, 
Some people dislike me, 
But many do not. 

My warm summer sun. 
And slight little breezes 
Do not bring on colds, 
Which might lead to sneezes. 

The water is cool, 
And the beaches are dry. 
The sky is pale blue. 
And the small birds fly by. 

Unfortunately, my weather 
Doesn't please everyone. 
For some people loath 
The idea of a run. 

They complain of the heat, 
Sitting on their cool porches. 
They say: "There's no breeze. 
And that horrid sun scorches!" 

Luckily though, 
One-half of earth's people. 
Enjoy summer sports. 
And aren't lazy or feeble. 

Ann Cooke, 4B. 


I am now just a lump of copper waiting in line 
to be made into a shiny new Centennial penny. 
I heard a big man say that I and my friends are 
going to have a beautiful bird in flight stamped on 
our fronts. 

Oh no! Here I go to be squashed up and be made 
into a penny. Ouch! That was hot; am I ever glad 
that's over. 

Now I am being put in a glass case and I heard 
someone say we are going to be sent to Montreal 
and put on display. Soon I am put in a box and 
shoved in a large delivery truck, and taken to the 
train station. I am put in a car, the train starts. 
Rumble, rumble. 

When the ride is over we are taken outside. There 
are many buildings outside and cars rolling by. It is 
very noisy. Soon our delivery tmck comes to a stop 
and I am lifted out of the truck by a pair of greasy 
hands and thrown down a long dark shoot. At last 
we hit the bottom. Thud! Night comes very quick- 
ly and I become frightened. 

At last morning comes. After a while a lady 
picks me up and places me in a room that goes up 
and up. She picks me up and places me on a shelf 
where I fall asleep. 

When I wake up many faces are staring at me. 
My long trip is over and I am at last on display! 

Noelle Clark, 4C. 


I have a pet, an elephant with big green eyes, a 
long trunk, four fat legs and one skinny tail with a 
curl in it. 

He is called Tiny because he is only a baby ele- 
phant. I got him in Africa where I am staying now. 

Tiny weighs about a thousand pounds but by the 
time he is older he'll weigh about three tons. He is 
five feet tall. 

Tiny just loves to take mud baths. Sometimes he 
can find his own mud but he usually comes to me. 
He gets down on his back and sticks his feet in the 
air and starts to make the noise that all elephants 
make with their trunks. Then I have to get water 
and find soft earth to put it on. Sometimes I have 
to go far from my home, but then I get on Tiny's 
back and he finds the way home easily. 

Shane O'Brien, 3A. 


Sleep, my baby, sleep. Sleep, my baby, sleep. 

Don't let out a peep. Your Father has gone away. 

The shepherds are here. The sheep are all astray 

The sheep are near. But they'll be back some day. 

Sleep my baby dear. Sleep, my baby dear. 

Tawny Nixon, 4C, 



The house on the hill 
Is very still 

There are bats flying around the windows 

There used to be ghosts 

But not any more 

They have visited Satan 

For the rest of their house-haunting days. 

Anonymous — found in Junior Study. 


I know a big pencil named Ned 

Who really should stay home in bed. 

He's got stripes on his back 

And a colourful hat, 

Have you seen my big pencil Ned? 

Shane O'Brien, 3A. 


One day, after reading one of the Namian ad- 
ventures, I closed the book with my eyes shut and 
gave a loud sigh. Just then iMummy shouted, "Cathy! 
Come and have dinner!" 

"Oh dear," I said in a whisper. "I must not let 
Mummy see my new book!" You see, my mother 
was going to have her birthday the next day, and 
this book was going to be a present. 

After dinner I went upstairs to bed. That night 
I dreamed that I was Lucy in the story I had read 
that day. It was a bright sunny day, and a magician 
was coming to our door-step. He rang the door-bell 
and I answered. Mv mother asked, "Who is it, 

"It's Monsieur Magic de Magician," I said. "He 
wants me to take the magic step into the so-called 
world of Namia!" 

"You can go into your so-called country of Nar- 
nia," Mummy laughed. "But first ask if there is a 
British consul there! Ha, ha, ha!" 

Well, I took the magic step, and in a snap, I was 
in a wood and around me there were three children. 
There was a girl called Susan, and two boys, one 
called Edmund and the other called Peter; but the 
strangest thing of all was that there was a lion, w'hich 
I finally found out was called Asian. A white per- 
son with black hair and sharp long finger-nails, was 
standing in mid-air! The white person was called 
the White Witch. She was bad, very bad. The 
White Witch was going to attack me, but then, 
(whew) my mother woke me up. 

Cathy Moore, 3B. 


Cats are very soft and sly, 

Ours can even catch a fly. 

He sits and waits and then he pounces 

So the flies are caught in ounces. 

Some cats are black and w'hite 
Others go out at night. 
They slink around along the ground 
But do not make a little sound. 

Clare Heath, 3A. 


O sleep now, my Lord, 

And sleep in peace. 

Let the light of God 

Shine down upon thee. 

Let the stars shine down upon thee, 

Let holiness sleep with thee 

Until the rise of the mom. 

O sleep in peace Lord. 

Anneke Dubash, 3 A. 


Maureen O'Neill, 5A 
Senior Art Prize. 


Left to Right: Janet Davies (Physical Education Gold Medal, 6M Proficiency 
Gold Medal); Barbara Coyne {Southavi Cup); Lu Hodgins, (Summa Surmna- 
mm, Maynard Sportsmanship); Vicky Sainsbury (Philpot Token). 


Mr. Chairman, Mrs. Blyth, Distinguished Visitors, 
and girls of Elmwood. I would like to say what 
an houour and privilege it is to have been chosen 
to express the thanks and goodbyes for the graduat- 
ing students. It is very difficult, however, to say 
goodbye to Elmwood for one is never quite able 
to put into appropriate words the worthwhile mo- 
ments of happiness and achievement which are com- 
monplace at Elmwood. I have no doubt that Elm- 
wood has become as much a part of those girls who 
have been here only for a year or so as it has for 
those of us who have enjoyed it longer. 

In this year of Canada's Centennial, Canadians are 
looking back at their past benefits and accomplish- 
ments — as well as forward, with hopes and plans 
for the future. The graduates here today are also 
looking back. We remember the Christmas parties, 
sportsdays, bazaars, and the previous closings. These 
will always remain in our memories. It is very easy 
to take for granted the ordinary duties of school 
life — prayers, classes, and studies — until one rea- 
lizes that never again can these moments be recap- 

In looking back, we would all like to thank Mrs. 
Blyth and her staff for enduring us with such under- 
standing and patience. We wish them the best of 
luck in future years. 

To every girl here Elmwood will never be as im- 
portant as on this — the day of closing. For the 

graduate, this is the day when she realizes that never 
again will she freeze with Elmwood in the winter 
or swelter with Elmwood in tunics in the summer and 
from this day on will always be classified as 'an old 
girl!'. We all hope that those of you who are carry- 
ing on at Elmwood will recognize and appreciate all 
it offers before your last day at our school. 

We are also looking forward to the new horizons 
we will see on leaving Elmwood. Although we 
leave with a normal fear of the unknown, we are 
taking with us the confidence acquired here. We 
will not really be leaving — Elmwood's ideals will 
aways 'be with us. 

I would like to thank our head girl, Lou Hodgins, 
and our Head Prefect, Susan Cohen, for the valu- 
able assistance which they gave all the prefects this 
year. We could not have succeeded without their 
help. Our best wishes go out to Mrs. Blyth for 
the new grade 13. I'm sure it will prove to be a 
great success. 

Graduations are usually a time for sadness because 
they mark an end to one phase of our lives and 
signify the beginning of another. But today, in a 
year of looking ahead, the word graduation should 
hold promise — its Latin root means step and in Elm- 
wood tradition we believe this step will be forward. 

Thank you again for all that you have given us. 

Vicky Sainsbury. 

Pat Mullen (Laidler Cup for Merit); Barb Coyne (Southam Cup for Junior 
High Endeavour). 



Prize List 

Awarded for the highest average for the year. 

Form 3B— Ranjana Basu 85 percent. 
Form 3A— Clare Heath 85 percent. 
Form BC-iCathy Ashton 88 percent. 
Form 4B— Anne Cooke 93 percent. 
Form 4A— Deiborah Coyne 95 percent. 
Form 5iC— Elizabeth Ekholm 86 percent. 
Form 5B— Kathleen Mulock 93 percent. 
Form 5A-- Victoria Nicholson 96 percent. 
6 Matric— Margaret Thomas 88 percent. 

80 percent and over up to and including 5B 
75 percent and over in 5A and 6M 

Form 3B-^Cathy Moore 84 percent, Christina Cole 

80 percent. 

Form 4C— Stephanie Turner-Davis 81 percent. 

Form 4B— Deirdre Butler 92 percent, Sally Sutton 
85 percent, Mary Wainwright 85 percent. 

Form 4A— Sarah Whitvi^ill 92 percent, Lynne Samp- 
son 91 percent, Jane Ginsberg 84 percent, Marissa 
Goebbels 83 percent, Christine Haase 80 percent. 
Beatrice Hampson 80 percent. 

Form 5C— Jennifer Coyne 82 percent, Jennifer Smart 

81 percent, Jacqueline Heard 80 percent. 

Form 5B— Julia Berger 87 percent, Frances Wilson 
84 percent, Susan Massey 81 percent, Charlotte 
Sinclair 81 percent, Martha Pimm 80 percent. 

Form 5A— Maureen O'Neill 87 percent, Jane Blyth 
87 percent, Angela Andras 86 percent, Janet Hugh- 
son 83 percent, Cathy Maclaren 81 percent, Paula 
Lawrence 80 percent, Moira Phillips 80 percent, 
Elizabeth Tanczyk 77 percent, Christine Deeble 75 
percent, Patricia Wilgress 75 percent. 

Form 6M — Janet Davies 87 percent, Jane Archam- 
bault 85 percent, Lucille Hodgins 80 percent, Kim 
Walker 79 percent, Margo Frigon 79 percent, Janet 
Uren 79 percent, Beverley Erlandson 78 percent, 
Vicky Sainsbury 75 percent, Ann Crook 75 percent. 

10 percent over last year's average. 

Tauny Nixon, Janet Stubbins, Judy Patton, Joy Wal- 
lingford, Beverley Erlandson, Susan McNicoll. 

Jane Nichols. 


June, 1967 

JUNIOR DRAMATICS - Frances Dinely. 

JUNIOR ART - Sarah Whitwill. 


SENIOR ART - Maureen O'Neill. 

ART, GRADE 13 - Ann Crook. 

SCRIPTURE - Form 3B, Cathy Moore; Form 3A, 
Clare Heath; Form 4C, Cathy Ashton; Form 4B, 
Shareen Marland; Form 4A, Christine Haase; Form 
5C, Deborah Grills; Form 5B, Nancy Gole; Form 
5A, Victoria Nicholson. 

JUNIOR CHOIR - Jane Ginsberg. 

SENIOR CHOIR - Dawn Harwood-Jones. 

MUSIC — Patricia Lynch-Staunton. 

mothers; guild public speaking - Jun- 
ior — Ranjana Basu, Deirdre Butler; Intermediate — 
Kathleen Alulock; Senior — Robin Ogilvie. 



borah Coyne; Intermediate — Kathleen Mulock. 


Awarded to the girl who, not necessarily the highest 
in the form in studies of sports, has made her 
mark on the Junior School by her good character 
and dependability. It is given to a girl who can be 
relied upon at any time, and is always helpful and 
thoughtful of others. 

AWARDED TO: Patricia Mullen. 

DEAVOUR — Awarded for the highest endeavour 
in all phases of school life in the Junior School. It 
is the equivalent of the Summa Summarum in the 
Senior School. It is given to the girl who best 
lives up to the ideals of Elmwood, who shows lea- 
dership, good standing in her class, keeness in 
sports, and friendUness and helpfulness to others in 
the school. 

AWARDED TO: Deborah Coyne. 



Green Form Drill Cup - 4B - Form Capt. Carol 

Wilson Senior Sports Cup - Joy Wallingford and 

Janet Davies (tied). 
Dunlop biter. Sports Cup - Maggie Hinkson. 
Farquier Junior Sports Cup — Jennifer Smart. 
Bantam Sports Cup — Cathy Moore. 
Symington Interhouse Basketball - Keller House, 

Sports Capt. J. Heintzman. 
Interhouse Volleyball — Keller House, Sports Capt. J. 


Interhouse Sports Cup — Keller House, Sports Capt. 

J. Heintzman 
Daniels Senior Badininton Singles — Joy Wallingford. 
Jackson Senior Badminton Doubles — J Heintzman 

and N. Casselman. 
Mather Inter. Badjninton Singles — Jane Gartrell. 
Intermediate Bad^ninton Doiibles — F. Lockhart and 

M. Guthrie. 

Junior Badminton Singles — Brenda Durgan. 

Junior Badminton Doubles — Brenda Durgan and 

Patricia Mullen. 
Banta?n Badnmiton Singles — Tauny Nixon. 
Bantam Bad?mnton Doubles — Tauny Nixon and 

Shane O'Brien. 
Fauquier Senior Tennis Singles — Evva Massey. 
Wilson-Gordon Senior Tennis Doubles — S. Mc- 

Nicoll and B. Erlandson. 
Smart Intermediate Tennis Singles — K. Mulock. 
hitermediate Tennis Doubles — K. Mulock and S. 


Junior Tennis Singles — B. Hampson. 

Junior Tennis Doubles — B. Durgan and P. Mullen. 

Bantam Tennis Singles — N. Clark. 

Physical Education Gold Medal — Janet Davies. 

Maynard Sportsmanship Cup — Lucille Hodgins. 


(Chosen and awarded by Mrs. Alex Perley-Robertson) 

Senior School — Janet Hughson, 5A. 

Jtinior School — Debbie Coyne, 4A. 

Honourable Mentions — Alison Conway, 5 A; Kathy 

Mulock, 5B; Freida Lockhart, 5C; Anne Cooke, 4B; 

Cathy Ashton, 4C; Georgina Mundy, 3B. 

House Head Awards — Fry: Beverley Erlandson; 
Keller: Carol Robinson; Nightingale: Kathy Roth- 

Edith Buck Religious Knowledge Pnz^— Kim Walker. 

Senior Latin Prize — Jane Archambault. 

Senior French Prize — Margaret Thomas. 

Mrs. Tanczyk's Russian Prize — Janet Davis. 

Senior Geography Prize — Jennifer Heintzman. 

Matricidation Maths Prize — Janet Davies. 

Matricidation Science Prize — Vicky Sainsbury. 

Matriculation History Prize — Lucille Hodgins. 

Matriculation English Prize — Janet Uren. 

5 A Matricidation Latin Prize — Jane Blyth, awarded 
in 5A by Dr. and Mrs. O. F. Firestone. 

5 A History Prize — Cathy A4claren 

General Improvement in 6 Matric — Beverley Erland- 

Current Events Cup — Margaret Armitage. 
Boarders High Endeavour — 

Old Girls House Motto Prize — Fry: "Friendship to 
All", Margaret Armitage; Keller: "Fair Play", Joy 
Wallingford; Nightingale: "Not for Ourselves 
Alone", Dawn Harwood-Jones. 
WINNER: Joy WaUingford. 

Graham Form Trophy — 6 Matric: Form Capt. Lu- 
cille Hodgins. 

The House Trophy — Fry: House Head Beverley 

Edwards Gold Medal for Good General Improvement 

— Patricia Wilgress. 
All Round Contribution to School Life — Margo 


Best Officer's Cup — Susan Cohen. 
Ewiiig Cup for Character — Jane Archambault. 
Headmistress' Prize — Robin Ogilvie. 
Gold Medal for Highest Proficiency in 6 Matric — 
Janet Davies. 

The Philpot Token — "Awarded to the girl who 
best maintains the spirit and ideals which, as well 
as a high standard of scholarship achievement in 
games, and charm of manner, may set her mark 
upon the school in the spirit of service, freedom 
and fair play." Awarded to: Victoria Sainsbury. 

Summa Summarmn — Awarded to the Senior Girl 
who has tried most faithfully to live up to the 
ideals and best traditions of the school and who 
possesses the qualities of integrity, trustworthiness 
the spirit of comradeship and the capacity to 
achieve. The winner's name to be added to the 
illustrious list on the placque in the Hall." Award- 
ed to: Lucille Hodgins. 



On September 24, 1966 we had a successful turn- 
out for the basketball game and luncheon. It was a 
happy reunion, especially so because we beat the 
present day girls 12-8! 

Please note that we now have a Cross Indexed Filing 
System on Old Girls which we wish to continue 
enlarging, to be of assistance in renewing old friend- 

Mrs. Clement Buck Trenhayle: 73 Reabarn Road, 
Brixham, S. Devon, England. 

Daphne Wurtele — Mrs. Fraser Abraham; five child- 
ren and happy. 

Mardie Aldous — Junior librarian. University of Sus- 
sex; spending the year in England. 

Molly Blyth — First Year, Carleton University. 

Joan Campbell — Librarian for Arctic Biological 
Station of the Fisheries Research Board of Canada. 
Dorval, P.Q. 

Judy McClaren Caldwell — Living on the good old 
St. Lawrence; three children — Svnthia 9, Kathryn 
7, Rdbert Wz. 

Susan Cruickshank — Interior decorator for Eaton's, 
College Street, Toronto. 

Camilla Crump — Able mathematical assistant to the 
Postmaster General of England's Labour Govern- 

Marianna Greene Barker — Head of Toronto's Old 
Girls' Group. 

Katherine Inkster Ferguson — iMedical Social Worker 
at Ottawa Civic Hospital. 

Brenda Firestone — On Scholarship at Queen's Uni- 

Cathy Firestone — On Scholarship at McGill Uni- 

Wendy Gilchrist Flyn — 86 Eaton Terrace, London 
S.W. 1, England — Head of Overseas Old Girls' 

Sally MoCarter Gall — 5 children; Secretary-Trea- 
surer of Old Girls'. 

Deborah Monk - First year McGill. 

Lois Mulkins — Secretary in the Secretary of State 

Jenifer Woolcom'be Oxenham — "Les Etargs", Do- 
maine de la Ronce, Ville d'Abray, 92, France. 

Anne Bethune Perley-Robertson — Governor of Elm_ 
wood and housewife! 

Jane Rodger — Mrs. K. Bouchard; graduated from 
Ottawa Civic Hospital School of Nursing. 

Candi Schwartzman — Second year student nurse at 

Jewish General Hospital in Montreal. 
Lindley Shantz — Trent University. 
Andrea Sparling — Bishop's University. 
Betty Caldwell Walker — Prescott, Ontario; 2 sons: 

Michael 17 - Ridley; Peter 15 - High School, 


Helen Murdoch Woodruff — Committee for Girl 
Guides of Canada; 2 boys and 1 girl. 

Audrey Laidler — Studying for her B.Sc, University 
of Sussex, England. 

Judy Nesbitt Reid — President of Old Girls; 3 daugh- 
ters; Susan 8, Jill 5, Sheila 1. 


Lindsay Bishopric — Carleton University, Q year. 

Susan Burgess — Neuchatel Grade 13. 

Sandra Carrigan — Carleton University, Q year. 

Pat Carleton — Grade 1 3 Fisher Park High School. 

Maria Conde — Carleton University. 

Dolphi George — Lycee, Paris. 

Lynn Greenblatt — Ottawa University. 

Carolyn Jones — McGill University. 

Fiona McDonald — Belri School, Switzerland. 

Mary Mackay-Smith — Ottawa Day Nursery. 

Jane iMirsky, Carleton University. 

Lucia Nixon — Marie-de-France, Montreal; Bryn 
A4awr 1967-68. 

Sybil Powell — Nepean High School, Grade 13. 

Janice Pratley — Carleton. 

Alargot Rothw ell — Belri School, Switzerland. 

Jane Skabar — Lisgar Collegiate, Grade 13. 

Fleur Wallis — Jersey, Channel Islands, Trent Uni- 
versity 1967-68. 

Linda Peden — Mrs. William M. Edwards. 

Pamela Foote — Mount Allison University. 

Sherry Oliver — iMarried. 

Wendela Roberts — McGill University; Paris 1967-68. 

Caroline Nicholson — Second year, Carleton Univer- 
sity, Europe. 

Susan MacPhail — McGill University. 

Audrey Loeb — McGill University. 

Karen Loeb — Married. 

Patsy Watson — Married. 

Margaret Watson — Married. 

Amalia Conde — To be married this summer. 

Jane Hope — To be married this summer. 

Ingrid Gluzman — Graduating Emerson College, 

Penny Burritt — Secretary. 

Debbie Gill — Second year Queen's University. 


You haven^t changed a bit! 

Recalling the time when Samantha let a bird loose in 
geography class and when the elastic broke in Her- 
mione's gym bloomers, the Old Girls' Association of 
Elmwood revelled in youthful exploits Saturday at 
their third reunion. A hearty basketball game was fol- 
lowed by sherry and lunch at the school on Buena 
Vista Road. Here at the reunion are, from left: Miss 
Molly Blyth, the youngest old girl present, Mrs. 
M. S. M. Ferguson, the eldest there, and Mrs John G. 
Reid, association president. — (Ottawa Citizen). 



Dawn Harwood-Jones. 

'THi^J^ you 
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Andras, Angela, 5 A, 11 Ellesmere Rd. 
Archarnbault, Jane, 6M, 783 Eastbourne Ave. 
Armitage, Margaret, 5 A, 32 Sandridge Rd. 
Arron, Shellev, SC, 936 Mooney Ave., Ottawa 13. 
Ashton, Cathy, 4C, 49 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. 
Ault, Christine, 5 A, 472 Tilbury Ave. Ottawa 13. 

Bagnall, Margaret, 6M, Box 475, R.R. 5. 
Basu, Ranjana, 3B, 1371 Bloomsbury Cres., Apt. 5. 
Bellaar Spruyt, Rosande, 4A, Meach Lake Rd., Old 

Berger, Julia, 5B, 524 Acacia Ave. 
Blyth, Jane, 5 A, 231 Buena Vista Rd. 
Brodie, Joan, 6M, 69 Geneva St. 
Butler, Deirdre, 4B, 33 Rockcliffe Way. 

Casselman, Nancy, 6iM, Box 490, Prescott, Ont. 

Carr-Harris, Lynn, 5B, 33 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. 

Clark, Noelle, 4C, 191 Mariposa Ave. 

Clifford, Kathleen, 6M, 2 Maple Lane. 

Cochran, Markie, 5C, 299 Hillcrest Rd. 

Conway, Alison, 5A, 720 Lonsdale Rd. 

Cohen,' Susan, 6M, 946 Killeen Ave. 

Cole, Christina, 3B, 336 Summit Ave. 

Cooke, Anne, 4B, 471 Bloor Ave., Ottawa H. 

Coyne, Barbara, 4C, 235 Mariposa Ave. 

Coyne, Deborah, 4A, 235 Mariposa Ave. 

Coyne, Jennifer, 5C, 235 Mariposa Ave. 

Crook, Ann, 6iM, 1735 Rhodes Cres. 

Cuthbert, Cathy, 5B, 2182 Arch Street, Ottawa 8. 

Damp, Carol, 4B, 1 1 34 Cameo Dr., Ottaw a 4. 
Davies, Janet, 6M,580 Minto Place. 
Derrick, Patricia, 4B, 387 Ashbur\- Rd. 
Dier, Susan, 5 A, Box 500 (SAG) Ottawa. 
Douglas, Isabel, 4B, 411 Third Ave., Ottawa 1. 
Dubash, Anneke, 4C, 1 585 Ainsley Dr., Ottawa 5. 
Durgan, Brenda, 4A, 85 Slater St. 
Dwyer, Rosalind, 5B, 1405 Heron Rd. Ottawa 8. 
Dyson, Judith, 5C, 31 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. 
Deeble, Christine, 5A, 4 Desmond Ave., Ottawa 14. 

Ekholm, Elizabeth, 5C, 636 Browning Ave., Ottawa 8. 
Erlandson, Beverlev, 6M, 103 Rideau Terrace, 
Ottawa 2. 

Fine, Judith, 5C, 2346 Whitehaven Cres., Ottawa 14. 

Francis, Sarah, 5 A, 197 Ciemow Ave. 

Frigon, Margo, 6.M, 735 Eastborne Ave., Ottawa 7. 

Gale, Nancy, 5B, 72 Buena \'ista Rd. 
Garrett, iMarv, 5C, 104 Rossiand Ave., Ottawa 5. 
Gartrell, Jane, 5B, 481 Island Park Dr. 
Ginsberg, Jane, 4A, 41 Eardley Rd., Aylmer, P.Q. 
Goebbels, Marrisa, 4A, 50 Westward Wa\-. 
Greenberg, Elizabeth, 5B, 19 Fairfax Ave. 
Grills, Deborah, 5C, 39 Birch Ave., Ottawa 7. 
Guthrie, Margaret, 5C, 5 Crownhill Rd., Ottawa 9. 

Haase, Christine, 4A, 790 Springland Drive, Apt. 627. 
Hampson, Beatrice, 4A. 

Harwood-Jones, Dawn, 5A, 2262 Braeside Ave. 
Heard, Jacqueline, 5C, 140 Hurons Ave. 
Heath, Clare, 3A, 3 Coltrin Place. 
Heintzman, Jennifer, 6M. 

Hodgins, Lucille, 6M, Box 204, Shawville, P.Q. 
Holt, Lynda, 5C, 869 Rozel Cres., Ottawa 13. 
Hughson, Janet, 5A. 

Hunter Deborah^ 5B, 793 Dunloe Ave., Ottawa 7. 

Kershman, Sheila, 6M, 186 Camelia Ave., Ottawa 7. 

Lawrence, Paula, 5 A, Davidson Dr., R.R. 1, Ottawa. 
Leach, Deborah, 5B, 250 Sherwood Dr. 
Leroy, Suzanne, 4B, 920 Killeen Ave. 
Levine, Judith, 5B, 415 Laurier Ave. East. 
Lockhart, Freida, 5C, 604 Gainsborough. 
Lynch-Staunton, Patricia, 4B, 200 Rideau Terrace, 
Apt. 203. 

Maclaren, Cathy, 5A, 214 Northcote Place. 
Manley, Meredith, 5A, California, U.S.A. 
Marland, Shareen, 4B, 330 Mariposa Ave. 
Alartin, Jane, 5B, 22 Rothwell Dr., Box 249, R.R. 1, 

Massey, Evva, 5A, 200 Rideau Terrace, Apt. 709. 
Massey, Susan, 5B, 200 Rideau Terrace, Apt. 709. 
Maynard, Cynthia, 5A, 22 Davidson Dr.; R.R. 1, 

Michelson, Susan, 5C, 349 Laurier Ave. East. 

Moore, Cathy, 3B, 294 Manor Rd. 

Mullen, Patricia, 4A, 168 Kamloops Ave. 

Muiock, Kathleen, 5B, 387 Alaple Lane. 

Mundy, Georgina, 3B, Oakley Farm, R.R. 3, Carp. 

Magee, Cynthia, 6M, 480 Maple Lane. 

Alorris, Christine, 6M, 18 Sevmour Ave., Ottawa 5. 

Alcllwraith, Sheila, 3B, 203 Lakeway Dr. 

AIcNicholl, Susan, 6A1, 415 Wood Ave. 

Nicholls, Jane, 4B, 22 Tower Rd., Ottawa 5. 
Nicholson, Victoria, 5A, 420 Minto PI. 
Nixon, Taun\', 4C 412 Apple Tree Lane. 

O'Brien, Deirdre, 5B, 334 Acacia Ave. 
O'Brien, Shane, 3 A, 334 Acacia Ave. 
Ogiivie, Robin, 6A1, 761 Acacia Ave. 
O'Neill, Alaureen, 5A, 92 Lisgar Rd. 
Parker, Penn\', 5B, 470 A4anor Rd. 
Partridge, Susan, 5A, 1675 Grasmere Cres., Ottawa 8. 
Patron, Judy, 5B, "Carberry Hill", Warwick, 

Pettett, Theresa, 5C 2739 Baseline Rd. 
Phillips, Aloira, 5A, 55 Westward Way. 
Pimm, Alartha, 5B, 251 Park Rd. 

Robinson, Carol, 6A1, Air. Gordon, 187 Alontclair 

Blvd., Hull. 
Rolston, Susannah, 3B, Toronto, Ont. 
Rothwell, Kathv, 6AI Box 8, R.R. 1, Orleans, Ont. 
Robertson, Janice, 4C, 17 Rothwell br., R.R. 1', 


Sainsbury, Vicky, 6AI, 523 Lang's Rd. 

Sampson, Lynne, 4A, 6 Coltrin Rd. 

Scott, Alartha, 5B, 740 Acacia Ave. 

Simmons, Patricia, 5A, 25 Dickson St., Ottawa 6. 

Sinclair, Charlotte, 5B, 8 Farnham Cres., Ottawa 7. 

Smart, Jennifer, 5C, 13 Davidson Dr., Box 13, 

R.R. 1, Ottawa. 
Smith, Deborah, 5B, 391 Plum Tree Cres. 
Smith, Xandy, 5B, 391 Plum Tree Cres. 
Soto, Delia, 3A, 200 Rideau Terrace. 
Soto, Alarianela, 5C, 200 Rideau Terrace. 
Stubbins, Janet, 5C, 67 Kilbarry Cres., Ottawa 7. 
Sutton, Sally, 4B, 200 Rideau Terrace, Ottawa 2. 

Tanczyk, Elizabeth, 5 A, Box 123, R.R. 9, Ottawa. 
Thomas, Barbara, 5B, 19 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. 
Thomas, Alargaret, 6M, 19 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. 
Thompson, Catherine, 5 A, 1736 Edgehill PI., 
Ottawa 3. 

Uren, Janet, 6M, 28 Alarco Lane. 

Wainwright, Alary, 4B, 286 Sherwood Dr. 
Walker, Kim, 6Ai, 64 Forest Hill Rd., Toronto 7, 

Wallingford, Jov, 5A, 617 Main St., Buckingham, 

White, Jane, 5C, 480 Cloverdale Rd. 

Whitwill, Sarah, 4A, 39 Lambton Rd. 

Wilgress, Patricia, 5 A, 230 Alanor Rd. 

Williamson, Susan, 6A1, 34 Arundel Ave., Ottawa 7. 

Wilson, Frances, 5B, 280 Park Rd. 

Wilgress, Vicky, 5C, 230 Manor Rd. 


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Rental Service 

Importers of 
the finest crystal 
and China in the world 



Established 1906 
267 BANK ST. and 54 ELGIN ST. 

TEL. NO. 745-9166-67 








Entrance requirements; four Ontario Grade XIII 
subjects or equivalent for First Year; Junior 
Matriculation for Qualifying Year. 
Applicants for admission to Carleton in 1967 will 
be required to present the results of tests ad- 
ministered b\' the Ontario Institute for Studies in 

jModern residences on campus for men and 
women; off-campus accommodation. 
Scholarships, Bursaries and Loans are offered. 
Write for full information to: 


Carleton University 

Colonel Bv Drive, Ottawa 1, Ontario. 

My boy is as smart as a whip! Yes sir, 
a regular chip off the old block. Why, 
already he's saving his money so he can 
go to college. That's right. Yes sir, 
a chip off the old block. Wouldn't be 
surprised if he gets to be a big star on the 
football team. He's just like the old 
man. Now, boy, tell 'em where you're 
saving your money. Speak up, boy! 


of la Bank 



BuaiNEB& PHQNC 731-831 1 

RCBIOCNCC 722-6442 


United Fuels office 
cdf dttawaj ltd. 1391 bank st. 

fuel oil — heating equipment 

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SH 6-4684 



With Sincere Good Wishes from 
Your Quality Theatres in Ottawa. 


(Somerset at Bank) 

(Montreal Rd. East) 

(Wellington at Hamilton) 

Phone us at 236-9528 for a Private Theatre Party 
(Groups of 10 or more) 

Greetings from 







Exclusive Men's Shop 87 Sparks Street 



Paper Towels 
Paper Cups 
Toilet Paper 
Paper Bags 
Wrapping Paper 


Established 1922 
456 Cooper Street Ottawa, Ont. 

For Personal Service 
Shop at 


Our Aim — to Please You 
Tel. 749-5967 
23 Beech wood Ottawa 

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The family tennis and boating club on 
the Eastern Driveway. 

746-1920 P.O. Box 7070 Ottawa 7 


Permanents - Tinting - Bleaching 
Eyelash Colouring 

Z(j4 Cooper bt. 236-4249 


MR. & MRS. 


Doran Construction Company Limited 


383 Coventry Road 

Ottawa (7) Ont. 745-9417 


Fuel Oils - Furnaces - Air Conditioning 
Sales and Service 

Phone 232-5777 

Compliments of . . . 


412 Rideau St. 

Ottav^a 234-5339