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Not To Be Taken 
From the Room 



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Greetings to Samara! As that time of year rolls around again for you 
people to choose your next year's courses, I am mainly conscious that 
we are finishing our first year on the credit system. I think it has been 
successful, and this strengthens me for the long bout with the new 

My best wishes go to the staff of 'Samara', and as always, to the grad- 
uating class, and to all of you. 

Joan M. Whi twill 

Alison Urie, Head Girl. Mrs. Aldous, Assistant Headmistress. Mrs. Whitwill, Headmistress. Nancy Gall, Senior 



STANDING: Nancy Gall, Alison Urie, Sheri Price. 
SEATED: Meg Snelgrove , Wendy Hampson, Mrs. Whit- 
will, Sharon Nadolny, Dorie Blair, Daintry Smith, Ann 
Perley-Robertson. ABSENT: Susan Cohen. 


This year our committee turned out much better than I in my inexperience had ever 
dreamed it would. Nancy and I as co -editors were amazed to find ourselves in a position 
where it was our great responsibility to turn out a yearbook. Luckily we had Mrs. Ald- 
ous continually lending a helping hand and a sympathetic ear while Mrs. Carter mourned 
over the state of our finances. This year we tried something different and decided to 
raise some money to help cover expenses. We sold chocolate bars with the co-operation 
of every class in the school until we all thought that we'd never eat another chocolate bar 
again. In the end our profit turned out to be approximately two hundred dollars. 

We were very lucky to find a girl who was acquainted with yearbook procedures from her 
old school, and I know that if she hadn't helped us out, we would never have made it 
through the year. We extend our thanks to Mary Christie for her knowledge, help and 
endless patience over the shortage of meetings. 

Although enthusiasm was high this year, we still had trouble trying to get the girls to 
bring their cameras in. Many thanks to Joe Marlyniuk for his kindness in taking pictures 
for us. 

My best wishes to the next editor and her staff. I hope she will be fortunate enough to 
have staff as good as ours. 

Heather Nesbitt 

Diana Conway, Odds and Ends; Janice Henry, Odds and Ends; Heather Nesbitt, Co-Editor; Elizabeth Marion, Adver- 
tising; Debbie Williams, Art Consultant; Cyndi Leigh, Sports; Mary Christie, Layouts and Co-Editor; Nan Gall, Art 
and Literature Selection, Co-Editor. 



"Friendship is a vase, which, once it is flawed by heat, or 
violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it 
can never be trusted after. " 

Joy very obligingly changed her surname to Smith when she 
came to Elmwood in Grade Eleven, because certain mem- 
bers of the class have speech impediments which prevent 
them from saying those hard polysyllabic words like Ram- 
cha-ran. Joy is distinguished by her long black hair, her 
jungle baby eyes, and her bubbling giggle which can set off 
the class at it's most sombre moments. Joy is a hard worker 
who must learn to curb her habit of saying, "Oh, I failed, 

I know I failed", after every exam she writes. She is also 
the only person who gets away with illegal earings. She says 
her ears go septic , but we know she has a secret ambition to 
become a flamenco dancer and wear hoops in her ears all 
the time. Joy is the cosmopolitan influence in our otherwise 
rather boorish class. If you want to buy your ripple chips in 
style, Joy will get James to drive you down to Theresa's, for 
a nominal fee which will contribute to Joy's mascara fund. 
Joy isn't sure what she's doing . . . next year. She may go 
to Carleton, she says, but we know she's mad about Honours 
Biology (students) . 

In any case, you have left your mark on Elmwood, and we 
wish you happiness Joy Hermia Smith. 


"Yes, I am indeed beautiful. Sometimes I sit and 
wonder just why it is that I am so much more at- 
tractive than anyone else in the whole world ! " - 
Yum Yum, 

Trish has been at Elmwood since she wore an under- 
shirt and the school will miss it's 'plain clothes 
prefect' who despensed her chapel monitor duties 
with such conscientiousness. A generous hand with 
the red stars makes her popular with the juniors but 
even she sometimes finds it hard to bribe the little 
monsters to put up chairs. 'Fish' has been a mem- 
ber of the choir all her years at Elmwood, and has 
been a moving force behind all the Gilbert and 
Sullivan operettas, especially "The Mikado" last 
year. To the novice 6 Upper- er, Trish 's 'Mr. It' 
sounds like the epithet for the Man of her Dreams 
or a kind of men's cosmetic, but Mr. It is Irish's 
cherished iguana and bosom buddy. Trish is a good 
student and does well in Spanish, and math. 

Despite the occasional abuse suffered by her car in 
our parking lot, Trish is quite patient and always 
willing to drive people to Harvey's or to a rendez- 
vous with their beau. She's always willing to help 
if she can and we'll be sorry to lose her next year. 
Good Luck, Trish, Elmwood will miss you. 



"I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees. " 

As an irrepressible member of one of the best 'Reach for the 
Top' teams the school has ever had (we only lost by 35 
points). Lesley Murdoch has proved her intellectual strength 
and has "rested on her laurels ever since", so says a less 
noticed member of the team. Les came to us from Brussels, 
and added a bit of savoir faire which makes her rather strik- 
ing. However, we occasionally found Lesley's behaviour 
close to outrageous. Who else but Lesley talks to her feet 
during English classes? Who but she growls softly through 
Classics? Lesley is not all child-like charm, though. She is 
a very valuable member of the class, and uses her common 
sense and intelligence to best advantage in class discussions. 
Lesley's cheekbones and slanted blue eyes are the envy of 
her class, and her portrait by Mr. Hyndman hangs in Wal- 
lach's, and so far there have been three offers, all from 
George Finstad and Lloyd Robertson to buy it. Lesley's life 
ambition is to make enough money at Rae's to buy herself 
Volvo Incorporated. In the meantime we warn our femme 
fatale to beware of men with hearty laughs, receding hair- 
lines, and smooth manners. 

"Of all the things you wear, the expression on your 
face is the most important. " 

Wendy was new to our circus this year, but it took 
her only two days to drop that shy little new girl 
pose and show us her ebullient personality. If you 
hear a whistle like a train, it's probably W r en trying 
to engage your attention with appropriate dignity. 

If you hear a kettle boiling furiously in the Com- 
mon Room, it's usually Wendy 'boiling all those 
minerals out of the water' to make one of her end- 
less cups of tea. Wendy is a faithful member of the 
Monday Morning First Period Spare Club whose 
members engage in such edifying activities as trying 
to catch up on homework due last month, trying to 
remember the week end, trying to forget the week- 
end, and dozing off in the 'good' armchair. Wendy's 
Wendy's notable acts include washing and drying her 
hair before biology, hemming and cresting a new 
tunic during break and being Elmwood's Champion 
C'heesie Eater - a jack of all trades, no less! 

Next year, Wendy is going to St. Joe's in Hamilton 
to prepare for her future career as Dr. jekyll's 
voluptuous and indespensable assistant. When you're 
soothing fevered brews and making the gorgeous but 
introverted Talented Young Doctor fall madly in 
love with you, remember those math spare treks to 
the backyard in the knee high snow. Good luck, 



As many nights endure 
Without a moon or star, 

So will we endure 
When one is gone and far. 

The hand of Fortune brought Mary to rescue the yearbook 
staff from total disaster. A new girl this year, zany Mary 
was quickly absorbed into the haphazard collection of girls 
of doubtful sanity, 6U. Mary takes life as it comes and 
seems to thoroughly enjoy herself ('try it, you'll like it') 
whatever the situation, even first classes on Monday morn- 
ing. Given to blushing and occasionally looking misleading- 
ly bashful, Mary sang her way into the hearts of millions, 
and won the part of Gianetta in The Gondolier opposite the 
suave and debonair Marco, but even this rise to silvery star- 
dom didn't change Mary's candidness and forthright person- 
ality. She even lowers herself to drive various members of 
the lowly chorus back to Ashbury. Mary is number three be- 
hind Ellen and Sharon, but seems to be gaining on them 
hourly, therefore, so to speak, old dogs had better learn new 

Not too far in the future , expect to see Mary in a slinky 
dress belting out songs, husky voiced in a smoke filled ca- 
baret. How Mary will have time for nurturing her secret 
ambitions of cabaret singing, when she is taking archaeo- 
logy we don't know, but she is bound to do it. 

Auf wiedersehn, ... a bientot . . . 


Para hay solamente via jar en c aminos que tienen 

When 'Susy Co' come in grade ten, she was appar- 
ently a shrinking violet. She came into bloom , so 
to speak, with Sandy Finley in grade eleven. Re- 
member "Richard? . . . Richard?" and 'Sir Butch'? 
During her years at Elmwood, Sue has given a lot, 
with her obvious concern for people, and her desire 
to get things done well. As sports captain this year, 
she made innovative changes for the benefit of 
school sports. With her assistant sports captain sys- 
tem, she brought sports to the juniors in a bigger 
way, and showed the senior school that house sports 
should be taken seriously. Sue's friendly treatment 
of new girls is also exemplary ( 'am I being befriend- 
ed or victimized?'), because she hasn't forgotten 
what it's like to be new. She is well liked by the 
juniors too, because she doesn't talk down to them 
(she couldn't, even if she wanted to). Susy gained 
fame and fortune and a high place in the esteem of 
her classmates when she won a contest for the 'Lad- 
ies Tarzan Yell' at the March class party. They 
must've heard her clear up to the Creek. We won't 
forget ya, Cone, nor will the Trent Rowing 
Team. . . 


"You can't take it with you ..." - Frank Capra. 

Nancy thinks of herself as one of the Literary People 
in the class, which she takes to mean she can say 
anything she likes about anything, as long as it 
sounds witty. There are some who would disagree, 
and would curb Nancy's occasionally outrageous 
arrogance, and a certain faction would probably 
enjoy seeing Nancy as a Woolwordr's clerk as her 
just desserts. Among Nancy's likes are Bastille Day, 
knitting loincloths, boys who kiss well, and sun- 
bathing out the common room window. Actually 
her list is longer and more diversified, probably a 
result of her phenomenal lack of will power, but 
high up on her list are her buddies in 6U. The 
'Baby' went skiing for the first time on our Spirit 
Week Ski Day, and seemed to enjoy herself 'just 
immensely', but she had trouble coming to a full 
stop. Nancy insists that some of her best memories 
will be of Elmwood. Remember the trips to the War 
Museum in grade twelve ? . . . Nursie hairdoes ? . 

. . B.B.C. ? . . . Lloyd and George? . . . porking 
at Prefect's Lunch? We will all miss you, especially 
the terrible twosome . . . "Never can say good - 
bye ..." 


"We learn our virtues from the friend who loves us; our 
faults from the enemy who hates us. " - Richter 

Anne has been at Elmwood since she was in grade ten, so by 
now our girl with the Irish temperament is an established old 
girl. Of an artistic bent, Anne won the Senior Prize for Art 
last year. She is Mr. Hyndman's pride and joy, because 
though we all express ourselves uninhibitedly , Anne's finish- 
ed work is always imaginative and expressive. Many of her 
painting decorate the walls of the school, and though Anne 
has been heard to say she paints 'Like a little kid', her work 
is of a superior calibre. An enthusiastic horseback rider , 

Anne is a member of many school sports teams, where her 
coordination and fierce competitive spirit make her a valu- 
able asset to the Nightingale House and school teams, and a 
formidable opponent off the courts, her independence makes 
her a noticeable member of the class because she contributes 
definite and individual points of view to all aspects of class 
routine. Anne is another hard worker , and her energy and 
swift completion of assignments cause admiration from many 
last minute workers in 6U. A future at Algonquin is possibly 
in store for Anne, and we wish her the best of luck. 


No real fall, so long as one still tries, 

For seeming setbacks 
Make the strong man wise 
There is no defeat 
In truth, save from within; 

Unless you're beaten there 
You're bound to win. 

Sonia is the class A- 1 Sesame Street disciple, and it's some- 
times startling to hear that gruff voice coming from little 
Sonia, but she's usually willing to play Grover to anyone's 
Herbert Birdsfoot. If the wastebasket in the Common Room 
is filled to overflowing with Juicy Fruit wrappers, it's likely 
Sonia has been entertaining the Monday Morning First Period 
Spare Club by cleaning out her purse. Such an exhibition re- 
veals the side of Sonia we don't see much of, the side that 
carries rocks in her purse. Sonia's contribution to the adorn- 
ment of the Common Room was an extremely uncompli- 
mentary self portrait which nobody can bear to take down. 
Perhaps we do see a certain resemblance, eh Son? If you 
want to hear the latest in sports, particulary in hockey, ask 
Sonia. She watches hockey faithfully and, continually argues 
with the referees if a Montreal Canadian player is given a 
rotten penalty. Sony's usually pretty quiet in class, but if 
she has something she wants to say she's not backward about 
expressing herself. Sonia's one of the chosen few of our 
Femme Fatale class whose left hand is weighed down by a 
Valuable Geological Specimen, and we wish Sonia happiness 
however she finds it. A hard worker, Sonia is still indefinite 
about her plans for next year , but she would like to be a 
Primary Specialist, perhaps. Whatever you do, wherever you 
go, good luck! 


"Thoughts are free and are subject to no rule. On 
them rests the freedom of man, and they tower 
above the light of nature. " - Paracelsus 

Pensive Sue came at the beginning of this year from 
Laurier, and was happy to find the school different 
from what she expected. Quiet spares find Sue sit- 
ting in the class room, hands clasped over her pen, 
staring reflectively out of the windows. Sue dislikes 
hypocrisy, and takes her measure of people with 
justice and importiality , and lives by honesty. She 
makes a distinctive and original figure in her hood- 
ed fur coat and orange cap, as she comes up Spring- 
field Road on the cold winter mornings. An in- 
dustrious person who takes no short cuts. Sue's work 
in every subject is the result of a been desire to get 
to the bottom of things, to find answers to why and 

Our wish for Susan is that she find happiness and 
pickled eggs over every horizon. 


If I am not for myself, 

Who will be for me? 

And being for myself only, 

What am I? 

And if not now, 

When?" - Hillel 

Janet came at the beginning of grade thirteen and 
quietly has made herself felt in the class during the 
year. She is honest and uncompromising in her 
principles; she is impartial in giving kindness and 
friendship; she is not loud, but what she says is of 
more value than the words of the blusterers and cry 
babies; and she is funny and her happiness is infect- 
ious. Remember the class party? Things seemed to 
be fizzling out, high spirits were drooping a bit, and 
Janet came and started singing with such enthusiasm 
that everyone perked up. In school, Janet's claims 
to fame are Brenda, whose bump and grind coach 
is, yes, Janet; her willingness to take people out 
for a butt during spare in her snappy yellow Cougar; 
and her fondness for history - Remember Sam Com- 
pere and the A,F. of L. , Jan? And do you remember 
singing Man of La Mancha from beginning to end on 
the way back from the movies? 

This year Janet was a part of our class. She was 
down when the class was in it's collective dumps, 
and she helped to make the good times that we will 
all remember. We wish her good luck when we all 
leave 6U. 


"A cricket on the hearth is a sign of good luck. " 

As an amazingly energetic Fry House Head, Wendy took part 
in countless House volleyball and basketball games with 
terrific spirit. The 'Cricket' manages to find time to be an 
outstanding House Head, be on the school sports teams, 
carry a full load of academic subjects, including that bed- 
of-nails, chemistry, and still be a cheerful and constructive 
member of the class. Wendy shows great tact and maturity 
when she only smiles and says nothing as certain 6TJ juvenile 
delinquents turn back the evolutionary clock. Wendy, thank 
goodness, is not given to such unbalanced simian displays of 
behaviour, and her sanity and organization are a valuable 
asset to the class. She and Isabel are another pair of besom 
pals since time immemorial, and together they help to des- 
troy the myth that Grade Thirteen are all babies. Wendy is 
one of the few people visitors see and don't think to them- 
selves, "That is going to university next year??". Our 
Christmas party would never have been the delicious success 
it was had it not been for Wendy and her Mother's smashing 
turkey dinner. Next year, Wendy plans to attend 

With her proficiency in science and math, she'll have no 
trouble. Good luck, Wendy. 

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ELLEN NADOLNY: There is magic in the memory of a 
schoolgirl friendship; It softens the heart, and even affects 
the nervous system of those who have no hearts. 

Ellen, we are told, is number two (?) so she will have to 
try harder to knock number one, Sharon off her exalted 
pedestal, no mean feat. What Ellen is number two of, is 
a closely guarded 6U secret. Could it be Ellen has gone 
into the car rental business? Does this mean the white 
Capri could fall into just anyone's hands?? In any case, 
we hope Ellen's hard work will pay off, and she will reach 
the epitome of whatever it is she's striving for. The in- 
trepid expeditions to Trent had their seed in the fertile 
brain of Ellen, who, with several other people concerned 
with the pursuit of Higher Education, masterminded the 
scholarly trips. On certain weekends Ellen can be found 
gamboling about the stairwells of Trent ladies residence 
in the wee hours of the morning, in the company of her 
keepers. Ellen has also been the sparkle, zip and fire, in 
that order, of the class celebrations, which are most 
exclusive affairs held at the poshest Ottawa and Hull 
watering palces. Ellen's notable acts include falling a 
record number of times off chairs at the Blind Pig, and 
finding a lift for five weary souls to Hull in the Holiday 
Inn parking lot, using little or no violence. Ellen's con- 
tribution to 6U has been a rich one, and we wish her the 
greatest happiness in the future. 

DALE CARR- HARRIS: Happiness runs in a circular 
motion. Time is like a little boat upon the sea. 
Everybody is a part of everything anyway. You can 
be anything you let yourself be. 

Dale became on of our select number of half way 
through last year, but was not completely unfamil- 
iar with the school, because her sister once wore 
the green tunic and tights. Dale took Classics last 
year with the Grade Thirteens, and so was able to 
give some helpful tips to this year's class. Dale is 
usually to be found sitting in the Common Room 
looking anxious about chemistry, perplexed by geog- 
raphy or infuriated by English, but then, everyone 
in the Common Room wears those expressions. 
Whenever anyone stalks in seething with rage, Dale 
is always the first to ask what the trouble is, and 
lends a sympathetic ear to anyone who needs it. She 
participates in many school activities with her 
spirit of helpfulness, and the decorations for various 
dances are partly due to Dale's aid. This year, Dale 
gave a lot to the class in honestly and ability to see 
the ridiculous in situations which were thought to be 
of earth shaking importance. We wish her luck and 

CATHY MCEWEN: Who ever lives true life will love 
true love. 

Cathy came to us at the beginning of this year and 
this pleasant Miss can be found on the sofa in the 
common room, sitting composedly as a cat, when 
she's not tangling with some intriguing chemistry 
problem. Daintry and Cathy have worked a pheno- 
menal amount, their pencils scrabbling over sheets 
of roughnotes, talking in perfectly incomprehensible 
terms about gas laws and atomic theories, so no 
wonder they are skimming off the cream of the 
chemistry marks. Cathy's warm grin, complete 
with dimples greets everyone with a cheerful, "Hi 
ya, kid! ", even in that limbo between getting to 
school and getting to prayers. Among Cathy's dis- 
likes number black tea, which she is forced to 
drink when Mrs. Carter cuts off our milk quota be- 
cause some dummy forgets to bring the tray down. 
Dale insists that no one sees the 'real' Cathy who 
teases Dale without mercy. Although she'd like to 
go to Queen's next year, Queen's registrar heard 
about Cath, and doesn't want her, so she's going to 
London instead. We wish her the best of luck. Good 
bye, Cathy. 

JANICE HENRY: "Go forth into the busy world and love it, 
interest yourself in its life, mingle kindly with its joys and 
sorrows, try what you can do for others, rather than what 
you can make them do for you, and you will know it is to 
have friends". 


Janice's sunny disposition and intelligence were a refreshing 
addition to the class for Grade Thirteen, and she has made a 
place for herself in our 'cosy family' (?) with her gentle and 
helpful friendliness. A well-read and artistic person, Janice 
seems to succeeded at everything she puts her hand to, and 
is involved in many aspects of school life. She is a pretty 
addition to the chorus of The Gondoliers, and one of the few 
reasons Mr. Hyndman hasn't handed over the art class to the 
RCMP. She won a book on the Impressionists for her portray- 
al of an old farmhouse and she tactfully refrains from asking 
whether she may add camels and bedouins to Mr. Hyndmans' 
'flat plane' compositions, unlike some other recalcitrant 
artists. Janice also adds a lot to English E classes, and con- 
tributes many salient points to our intellectual discussions 
with Mrs. Davies. For her appropriately milk soppy portray- 
al of Capulat in the class reading of Ring Around the Moon, 
Janice wins a round trip ticket to C)slo, which, we are sure, 
will be put to good use. We are certain she would have pre- 
ferred the traditional 'Elmy', an unfortunately defunct Elm- 
wood theatrical honour, but alas, the proposed Elmy revival 
has not yet materialized. 

Next year, Janice plans to embark on a career at Queens, 
and although she won't need it, we wish her luck. 

DAINTRY SMITH: Learn from the mistakes of 
others, for you can't possibly make them all your- 

Daintry is one of the few class math and science 
wizards, whose calm, affable exterior hides a char- 
acter spiced with rampant vice. Thankfully, Dain- 
try manages to keep a tight rein the Mr. Hyde in 
her, but occasionally she lets loose. A highly re- 
spected, well informed person who accompanied 
Daintry to Europe last summer disclosed various 
reports of Shocking Things Daintry Did. This infor- 
mant, who naturally wishes to remain anonymous, 
revealed that Daintry skipped phonetics classes at 
Montpellier, washed her feet in tire bidet, ate a 
certain patisserie out of it's entire stock after re- 
jecting the cafeteria food, aided in the abduction 
of university property, and did all manner of mis- 
chief. She is also known to have taken part in a 
questionable outing on the banks of the Tiber river 
late in the evening, with two companions of doubt- 
ful integrity. However, despite all these shady 
undertakings, Daintry is usually under control during 
school hours, and does an amazing amount of work. 
Besides getting enviable marks in chemistry, biology 
and maths, Daintry is also quite proficient at French, 
a result, no doubt, of her educational summer. 

Next year, Daintry plans to attend Queen's for 
nursing, and she will make an excellent nurse. 
Meanwhile, she advises to avoid Corsicans in rail- 
way carriages. 

DORIE BLAIR: Go placidly amid the noise and haste and 
remember what it peace there may be in silence. 

Dorie is constantly in a whirlwind of activity. Always 
rushing somewhere, she lives in mortal dread that she 
will be late for Physics or Chemistry. We hardly ever see 
her as she rushes into the classroom, zips into the bath- 
room to do her hair again, and flashes downstairs and 
over to Ashbury. A kind and conscientious prefect, Dorie 
was the first of our number to model this year's white 
blazer at Ashbury, where it received the Good House- 
keeping^) Seal of Approval. During the winter, every 
available moment is taken up with skiing, and Dorie 
certainly would have made the ski team, had there been 
one this year. Last year, Dorie was one of Mrs. Davies' 
Austrian ski-travel package-the trip to Kitzbuhel that no 
one will ever forget. How could they? Mrs. D. will never 
live down the time Dorie rushed up to her as she sat in a 
crowded foyer and cried, "Mummy! " Thereafter, every- 
one avoided that strange English lady with so many 
daughters. When Dorie wasn't zipping down the Lofty 
Snow-Covered Peaks, she was making eyes at blonde 
skiing instructors, although she'll never admit it, but she 
made a friendship that has lasted for quite a while. Re- 
member Mr. Tom Collins, Dorie? Who doesn't? Where- 
ever she goes, Dorie 's generous and kind personality will 
open doors to happiness for her, as it did in 6U. 



QUOTATION: Put your hand in God's and he will guide you 
through life. 

Jane is another 6 Upper- er who has been at Elmwood since 
the days of her tender youth, and she can remember that 
blissful and long-ago time when the juniors were petrified 
of the prefects. In her quiet way she gives a lot in time and 
effort to school activities, and is greatly responsible for the 
consistent excellence of the costumes for the Gilbert and 
Sullivan productions. Jane is another of the epicures who, 
while eating those terrific home made lunches, brushes up 
on the noble sport of jacks. She is a competent but occa- 
sional player of those games played in the sunny spot on the 
floor of the Common Room. A cat lover, Jane often enter- 
tains us with the antics of her cat. Though generally quiet, 
Jane has been heard to make some piercing!?) comments on 
a variety of subjects, when the spirit takes her. She is the 
owner of the little beige Austin in the parking lot, and is 
the terror of Roc.kliffe streets as she zips around, always 
willing to give a ride to the flabbies who don't like to walk. 
We wish Jane good luck as she goes next year to a career in 
the business world. 

I have had playmates, I have had companions, 

In my days of childhood, In my joyful school-days, 
All, All are gone, the old familiar faces. 

This year Isabel has come prepared for the great 
blizzard which will eventually snow the whole school 
in for a week. She brings two lunches, one for 
break, and one in case she gets a bit nippy around 
lunch time. At Isabel's feeding times, the delect- 
able odour of turkey (chicken) sandwiches draws a 
drooling crowd who watch hungily as Isabel eats 
those gorgeous sandwiches (we all forget our tuck 
money) and wonder where all the calories disappear 
to on Slender Iz. Perhaps she works it off running 
errands to pay for train tickets to Toronto to visit 
Paul. In any case, Isabel has twenty seven prospec- 
tive customers in case she ever decides to open her 
own Greasy Spoon. Although never completely sil- 
ent, Isabel has become a considerably more voluble 
member of the class and holds her own excellently 
against any 6U loudmouth (and there are a propitious 
number) in our discussions about the formal which 
go under the guise of English A classes. Isabel is 
another member of the class who has been at Elm- 
wood long enough to remember Mrs. Blyth, and like 
Trish and Wendy, is a long time member of Mrs. 
Harwood- Jones' flock of 115 lb. canaries. Next 
year, Isabel plans to go to Toronto above everything 
for , and Elmwood and 6U will lose tire 

only 'domestic animal' we ever had. Good Luck, 

MEG SNELGROVE: A person gives up smoking in two 
stages: first they give up their cigarettes, then they 
give up your cigarettes. 

This year Meg headed Keller House and turned it 
into an apparently thriving business concern. Before 
the year was half over, Meg and her house reached 
the thirty dollar goal set for the Houses and contin- 
ued to think up schemes for raising money all year. 
She had bake sales for which people actually baked; 
she had raffles, and with the enthusiastic support of 
her House, she reached and overtook the thirty dol- 
lar goal. Meg is very popular with the juniors, 
something rather unusual for a prefect, and is 
especially favoured by the Preps. When some other 
prefect walks in to look after 'the babies', that 
unfortunate girl is met by a chorus of, "Oh, it's 
only you. Where's Meg?" Meg wins the class admir- 
ation for getting up at dawn to drive into Ottawa, 
and being in school before most of us have even 
straggled out of bed. She is one of the original few 
who started at Elmwood in the Junior School and can 
remember Miss Black, Mrs. Blyth's special Lent 
services, and hair pulled behind the ears. Next year, 
Meg will possibly attend Western for speech therapy. 
Good bye, Meg, and remember us all. 

SHERI PRICE: This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. 

What falls away is always. And is near. 

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. 

I learn by going where I have to go. 

Sheri is a member of the fast growing body in our class who 
don't have a clue what they're going to do next year- this 
year is enough to think about. She's one of our superior in- 
tellects who lend quiet but valuable support to English A and 
E classes. She's also one of the dedicated chemistry students 
who make their scholarly tracks over to Ashbury several 
times a week. A talented essayist, Sheri can often be found 
jotting off at 3:05 an essay due for 3:40-a little pressure 
keeps life spicy for her. She and Joy have been a gruesome 
twosome since they were new girls in grade eleven, when 
they shocked the class and the world with the first Dear 
Bemie epistle, a most lucid and colourful document we're 
sure Alison had a hand in composing. Since then we have 
been regaled with memories from Charter's Towers, when 
they were prim (?) English school girls, and further pranks 
most unsuited to young ladies of their presumed dignity and 

Wherever life takes you from Elmwood, you will always 
have friends because of your humour and kindness. Good 
fortune to you, Sheri. 

SHARON NADOLNY: Nothing is more precises than 
a friend and yet we take our friends for granted. 
Nothing is more helpful than a friends help. 

Sharon is one of the most studious and industrious 
scholars in our class. So dedicated is she to educa- 
tion that she is a student at both Elmwood and Ash- 
bury, and is notorious for her hysterical laughter 
and belting yell in the Stone Corridor at Elmwood 
and the tunnels at Ashbury, where she is a favourite 
of Mr. Wallin's. Knee socks over Leos and a Joe 
Namath prefects blazer distinguish Sharon from the 
rest of 6Upper, but she has other Identifying Char- 

Nadolnuts is one of the Red Hot Mamas who drive 
Sean and Mr. Hyndman crazy (is it her Raquel 
body, or her "Oh Mr. Hyndman, Pleeeeeease come 
and help me" please?). Besides her other virtues, 
Sharon is a Talented Conversationalist and a mar- 
vellous singer of B'nai Brith camp ditties, which 
often become duets with Karen. Eat your heart out, 
Carly Simon, no one sings 'You're So Vain' with as 
much emotion as Sharon. Classics is another subject 
Sharon enjoys-the ILIAD brought out hidden talents 
in her, like composing her own Homeric Epithets. 
Remember the countless variations on 'Achilles of 
the Nimble Heels'? 

Sharon's not sure about her plans for next year, but 
she may end up in Fine Arts, with Mr. Hyndman's 
blessings. Our blessings on you too, Sharon. It'll be 
too quiet if you aren't back next year. 

ANN PERLEY- ROBERTSON: It is a fair, even handed, noble 
adjustment of things that while there is infection in desease 
and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly con- 
tagious as laughter and good humor. 

Ann has been at Elmwood for three years, and was a member 
of the class for the vintage year in grade eleven. Now the 
girl with the 'bedroom eyes' is the tactful and efficient Head 
of Nightingale House. She is much appreciated by house 
members lor her sincere desire to work on their behalf, and 
for not holding unnecessary house meetings. 

However, an undeserved blow from Fate hit Ann the week 
before Christmas exams started, when she contracted 
"mono. " This, of course, rendered her totally helpless to 
write exams, and we thought of Ann with, pity as we wrote 
English and Math and Classics and Biology. . . . Classics 
with Mrs. H. -J. were enlivened with Ann's stories of Athens, 
and we will think nostalgically back to those quickie butts 
during classics break at Ann's long-suffering aunt's house. 
This year, as a birthday gift for Ann, it is the class inten- 
tion to present Ann with her very own mug and map of the 
Common Room because of her infrequent visits to the den of 
iniquity. Next year Ann plans to go to Algonquin for Early 
Childhood Education. We wish her the very best of luck and 


ALISON URlE: Love the simple things in life, but don't 
marry them, at least until you're twenty-five. 

Being head girl is perhaps one of the hardest jobs in the 
school, because a head girl has equal responsibility to 
staff and to fellow students, and because of this responsi- 
bility, the head of any school sometimes has difficult 
decisions to make. 

Alison Urie was a most friendly, helpful and diplomatic 
head girl, who treated the junior's demands for sticky- 
tape races and treasure hunts with as much deference as 
she accorded to the seniors and their problems. Girls of all 
grades felt Alison's sincere wish to help if she could. 

However, even head girls must relax, so this particular 
'lambie' can often be seen driving that greasy little car 
over to Lesley's house for an early morning cup of tea to 
wake up. (From far away, who can tell Alison has her 
eyes closed all through prayers?) 

This year, in some ways, Alison has performed above 
and beyond the call of duty. For the Spirit Week Talent 
Show, she emceed in an Ashbury uniform, and made a 
very passable Ashbury boy, except that she forgot the 
comb in her back pocket, and that characteristic layer of 
Acnomel. At the end of this year, Alison puts her pen to 
the Dear Bemie letters for the last time, gets jumped on 
by the juniors from sewing class for the last time, and 
tells the junior school that she really does have her hair 
back as far as it goes, for the last time. 

We hope she won't regret this year spent as head girl. We 
certainly don't. 

ROW ONE: Mrs. Inns, Mrs. Harwood- Jones, Mrs. Davies, Mrs. Whitwill, Mrs. Aldous, Mrs. Chance, Mrs. Rich- 
ards, Mrs. Micklethwaite . ROW TWO: Miss Dianne Hilderbrandt, Mrs. Macdonald, Mrs. Looye, Mrs. Routliffe, 
Mrs, Carter, Mrs. Gundy, Miss Brenda Hildebrandt, Miss Webb. ROW THREE: Mrs. Wirwick, Mrs. Stephens, 
Mrs. McRae, Dr. Micklethwaite, Mrs. Green, Mrs. Churchill. 



Dee Dee Brookbank 

Nan Bell 

Tara Bell 

Lesley Banner 

ABSENT: Brenda Kimmel, Mrs. Biggs 

Heather Lawson 

Kathy Clark 

Maureen Assaly 

Ann Tessier 

Joyce Eaglesome 


Maureen always comes first! 

Wave a flag for Lesley . 

Ding Dong Nan and Tara work well. 

Dee Dee __ fell off the bank into a brook. 

Kathy gets a good mark ! 

Some eagles fly at dawn Like Joy . 

We have another Kim this year, it's Brenda 

She's really a Law daughter but her name's Heagher 

Our only redhead is Anne . 

Mrs. likes to dance jigs. 

Mrs. makes things even. 

Mrs. Stevens 


Debbie Hillary 

Nichola Clarke 

Sandra Zagerman 

Jennifer Horwood 

Candy Warren 

Victoria Gall 

GRADE (5 & 6) 


Mrs. MacDonald 

Helen Richards 

Cathy Harris 

Cathy Green 

Lisa Weinberger 

Francesca Coe 

Marianne Karsh 




1. She is a blonde and she is 12 years old, her hair is very 
wavy and curly. 

2. She has blonde hair, a tanned face and blue eyes. 

3. She has long eye lashes and beautiful brown eyes with shiny 
brown hair. 

4. She has long, wavy hair of a light brown shade. 

5. She has long light brown hair and she wears a green hair 

6. She is always smiling even to the prefects and she has 
short brown hair, she wears glasses with gold rims. 

7. She has long blonde hair with blue eyes and she has just come 
to Canada. 

8. She has blue eyes, smiling face (doesn't everybody in a 
picture?), fairly long blonde hair with a birthmark on her 

9. She has a medium brown hair, brown eyes and a medium large 

10. She has a broad grin and short, dark brown hair, with pretty 
brown eyes and dark eye brows ! 

11. She wears her hair in a pony tail and she has green eyes 
and has dimples. 

12. She has freckles, brown hair with bangs and she has a 
charming smile. 


Anna Downing 
Felicity Smith 

u>%% old iA/Ho fVj ^ s^dCj 

St> many children ^ didn't knou> u>hat to do; 


1. Lynne Houwing 

2. Susan McColm 

3. Alexandra Wilson 

4. Margo Bethune 

5. Poppy Don 

6. Marie Louise Pawlikowski 

7. Vivian Enahoro 

8. Sarah Murray 

9. Sian Warwick 

10. Amanda Greenhalgh 

11. Mrs. MacRae 

12. Rachel Jackson 

13. Bobby Lee Kenny 

14. Suzanne Pataki 

15. Nadine Cvetanovic 

16. Hazel Eaglesome 

17. Holly North 

18. Sarah Rampley- Smith 

19. Pamela Sumner 

20. Susan Anderson 

21. Emily Conway 


Julia Sumner 

Raing Phythian 

Virginia Lamont 

Susan Souia 


Mrs. Chance 

Jennifer Johnston 

Lindsay Price 

Wendy McGillivray 

Jane S earth 

Caroline Enahoro 

Inger Whist 

Jane Burke-Robertson 

Donna Lurtz 

Elizabeth Sellars 


Naomi Thompson 


Megan Chapell 
Ailsa Frances 
Debbie Masterman 
Akiko Nishiyama 
Carla Peppier 

Sandra Sutherland 


DONNA LURTZ is a fan of Laugh- in's kooky Edith Anne. 

JANE, her horses loves to ride but in homework her time abides. 

MEGAN may not add a sum but she is alot of fun. 

AKIKO'S a new comer to our class. Come exams, she's sure to pass. 

CAROLE ENAHORO is so tall, to get through a door she has to crawl. 

ALISA has not been with us, despite much pain she's made no fuss. 

JENNIFER HARRIS has short blond hair and loves the children in her care. 

JENNI JOHNSTON wears happy faces and she travels many places. 

VIRGINIA'S hair is all white and it shines through the night. 

DEBBIE MASTERMAN loves to ski. Oh what a wonderful sight to see. 

WENDY MCGILLVERY plays the drum and she thinks it's lots of fun. 

When CARLA swims she's like a blitz. A butterfly to beat Mark Spitz. Somehow the 
tests she always passes, maybe because of her large red glasses. 

LINDSAY PRICE is so petite, because she doesn't like to eat. 

Busy LIZZY the only one with auburn hair and homework done. 

There is a person in our class called JANE. See her walk up Ashbury lane. 

SUSAN SOURIAL sweet and sassy, pleasant and talented little lassy. 

JULIE tall and blond and mad for horses, she wishes that riding was one of her courses. 
Small and spunky glasses round, she reads each book that can be found. 

SANDRA SUTHERLAND wears glasses to stop the boys from making passes. 

Linger longer INGER WHIST, if you left, you'd sure be missed. 



Elena Vaillancourt 

Barbara Clarke 

Tina Kealey Caroline Waudby- Smith 

Angela Cvetanovic 

Jane Martin 

Sonia Taticek 

Mrs. Micklethwaite 

Mimi Singh 

Cordula von Keller 

Helen Barry 

Judy Martin 

Susan Reid 


Julia Woods 

Judy Young 

Keltie Johnson 

Patrice Stinson 


FLORENTIA CONWAY - Miss Dimples of the year. 

MIMI SINGH -Miss Linguist of the year. 

ANGELA CUETANOVIC - Miss ? of the year. 

TINA KEALY - Miss Horse Around of the year. 

JULIA WOODS - Miss Happy Face of the year. 

SUSAN REID - Miss Early Bird of the year. 

JUDY MARTIN - Miss Ding- a- Ling of the year. 

JUDIE YOUNG - Miss Shirley Temple of the year. 

HELEN BARRY - Miss Mousey of the year. 

CORDULA VAN KELLER - Miss Munich of the year. 

ELENA VAILLANCOURT - Miss Railway Tracks of the year. 
CAROL WAUDBY-SMITH - Miss Pigmy of the year. 

SONYA TATICEK - Miss Athlete of the year. 

JANE MARTIN - Miss forget-me-not of the year. 

KELTIE JOHNSTON - Miss Elmwoodian of the year. 

BARBARA CLARK - Miss Strong of the year. 

Florentia Conway 



Mrs. Inns 

Susan Atack 

Wendy MacPhee 

Jane Ann Me Burney 

Roberta Gildert 

Ranjana Basu 

Debbie Sippolins 

Leandra Ramcharan 

Shelagh Hurley 

Debbie Baxter 

Victoria Woods 

Nina Walsh 



Debbie Goodwin 

Clenka Grygier 

He a tlier McIntosh 

Frances Elkie 
LeeAnne Henri 

Kathy Witham 


Karen Turner 

Sandra Kovachic 

Debbie William 

Donna MacPhee 

Diana Conway 

Julia Clubb 



Monica Stinson 

Janis Robertson 

Karen Hayes 

Barbara Coyne 

Leslie MacMillan 



Daphne Snelgrove 

Karen Torontow 

Heather Nesbitt 


Melinda Halfhide 

Luziah Ismail 


Mrs. Haroood- Jones. 

Liz Marion 

Cathy Ashton 

Alison Schofield 

Barbara Howden 

Cathy Ginserg 

Roberta Laking 




CAROL A - Rum £ Poke 

CATHIE A - Home-brood Beer (sex pack) 

MIRANDA C. - Rice Wine 

TALITHA F. - Hunreken Beer 

CATHY G. - Cackling Rosee 

ANN G. - Ouzo 

ALISON G. - Creme de Menthe 

MELINDA H. - Saki 

JILL H. - Bloody Mary 

BARB H. - Zombie 

LUZIAH I. - Singapore Sling 

LOURDES J. - Pink Lady 

ROBERTA L. - Cold Duck 

CYNDI L. - Lucianti Wine 

LIZ M. - Manhattan 

HEATHER N. - Cracked Rosee 

ARA N. - Nicky or Beefeater (\ pint) 

GAIL S. - Horses' Neck 

ALISON S. - Teacher's Best Whiskey 

DAPHNE S . - Baby Duck 

ANN W. - Wino - Cheap but Good ! 

KAREN T - Screwdriver 

LORNA H -J. - Mumm's Champagne 

Talitha Fabricius 

Ann Graham 

Alison Green 

Carol Anderson 

Jill Hepworth 

Cyndi Leigh 

Lourdes Jiminez 


Fundamentals of Life 

i sleep only to dream 

to dream things without 
wasting time. 

i walk only to think, 

to think things over silently, 
not hurting anyone. 

i eat only to be strong 

to be strong to withstand things 
with courage. 

i read only to learn, 

to learn things which i still 
do not know. 

i write only to relate, 

to relate things which i 
cannot say. 

i live only to love, 

to love you, not wasting time, 
not hurting anyone, 
and learning with a 
courage to say i am. 

Lourdes Jimenez 



This is my hill and this my vale, 

This is my little cove. 

This is my land, my lonely land, 

Where no one else can go. 

Here I sit and while away 

The hours, watching clouds go by, 

And chant, and whistle, sing, and pray. 

Or simply sit with chin on hand 
And watch the clouds go by. 

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, 

The grass is green, and this, my rock, is gray. 
No one but me can find his way 
To this enchanted Isle. 

Only the sheep, cropping alone, 

Keep watch with me a while. 

And so 'twill be when man has 
Gone and past, forgotten, away. 

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, 

And this, my rock is grey. 

Olenka Grygier, grade 10 

She's happy when dreaming. 

To her the whole world is seeming, 
To break into a beautiful scene. 

Flowers and horses, 

And snow sprinkled mosses, 

Are part of this lovely dream. 

She sees a pretty spider's web, 

And a spider that is going to shed 
A skin of gold, it seems. 

Now she is again awake, 

She will a poem make, 

About her dramatic dream scene. 

Nicola Clark, grade 6. 



Being behind bars isn't as bad as being asked why you're there- Ques- 
tions knocked at his brain. No one seems to really care how he feels, 
and how much they're hurting him. Finally he gives up. He just 
ignores everything that bothers him. When people ask him questions, 
all he does is stare at them as if he doesn't understand what they're 
saying. The lively character he used to have has left him and prob- 
ably will never return. He is doomed. He just shuts his eyes to the 
world, and everything in it- just not bothering. 

Wendy McGillivray, grade 8 

Death and Then 
Death is a journey 
Where you meet Eternity 
Where do we go next? 
Sarah Murray 

My sisters they have golden hair 
They live in yonder tower 
And every dayin rain or shine, 

I bring them each a flower. 

Franca Coe, grade 6 


Time has frozen 
And left me cold 
The ice upon the clock 
On the mantel 
Shines dully 
As does my life now 

Time has frozen 
And left me cold 

Imprisoned within this time of dread 
I am forced to face things 
That before I could just let 
Slip by me 

Time has frozen 
And left me cold 
For I now must look 
And all I see is how 
Cold and dead my 
Life is 

jane Ann McBumey, grade 10 



music is playing and sounding 
wherever i go, people 
nodding their heads to 
the beat of it and clapping 
their hands to the rhythym. 
soft, quiet music brings two 
people together, alone in a crowd, 
talking with each other and 
moving to the pace of the music. . . slowly, 
soft, quiet music brings one 

person into a world of his own, 
maybe into a crowd of one, 
walking aimlessly to a destined 
somewhere, alone and unfound, 
people snapping their fingers and 
moving about, minds in another world, 
words from here and there, making 
no sense together, out-sounding the 
rock and rhythym of the music. 

cigarette smoke enshrouds the 
room, forming a blanket over 
the laughing, talking, lonely people . 
they seem to be floating through 
their own exhausted smoke, 
the alcoholed liquid quickly 
desapperars and dirty, empty glasses 
appear everywhere, leaving rings on 
the polished tables, but the bowls and 
bottles are filled again, and people are happy, 
outside some people go to be 
themselves without the music, the 
smoke, the drinks, they have each 
other, the beauty and sincerity 
of love and nature, this is the party. 

Lourdes Jimenez 


I'm a snow flake falling from the sky. 
Hey, there's another one. Hi! Goodbye! 
Poof! I've landed on the ground. 

Help, here comes a foot! Pound! 

Lisa Weinberger, grade 5 



Once upon a time, we were able to talk, 

Now, with doors, closing ever so fast, 

I have changed. You, amid confusion < 
of thoughts, I wmh my ideals of life; 
ever changed for the worst. . V;-;/. ; . Ve - 

it was once a bridge, though not very sturdy,' - 
which has now Collapsed and left me on the other side. 

My mind is now an incubus of evil thoughts 
Satan, doing his best, eats at my soul, . 

Or, what is left of it. , ; , : - - - 

, . - /: . ■ - ■ ' Roberta Glide rt , grade 10 

Encore une fois 
Je me promene dans la pluie battante 
Ou bat rnon coeur 
Avec un rhythme hypnotique 
Encore une fois 

Je sens les doigts du temps passe 
Et les larmes 

Des fantomes de l’ete mourant 
Encoure une fois 
Je vois ton visage triste 
Les yeux me disent adieu 
.Pendant que la . pluie et nos larmes 
Forment un melange de tristesse 
Encore une fois 
Je suis toute seule. 

Janice Henry, grade 13 

Sounds of Freedom 

the sounds of my nails clawing 
at the blackboard producing 
thrilling screeching sounds, 
cringe, let me free. 

walls and the floor vibrating 
with each pound of my fist, 
red andraw with pain. 

I want no pity. open. 

shattered glass tinkles to the 
floor, only to find myself 
faced with black iron bars, 
injured, let the sun in. 

screaming and shouting quietly, 
sweat coming from within me. 
violent shaking but no use. 
exhaustion, help me. 

click, can it be? is it? yes! 
the door is unlocked, creaking 
eerily as it opens, no one. 

Lourdes Jimenez, grade 12 


Slowly and silently the fog 
Creeps across the land. 

Through the forest 

Down the laughing creek 

Taking hold of every tree and thing it sees. 

But the fog then stops 

And looks behind him. 

Something is after him 
So it is time to creep away. 

Out of the forest 

Away from the creek 

Away from everything for the day. 

Lynne Houwing, grade 7 



I remember it clearly. It was a dark cold evening in Bytown and we were two innocent young girls, never knowing 
our weary destination. 

We were sitting on a bench in a new mall called the Sparks Street Mall. We had just come from the Penny' Arcade 
on Rideau. I was with Agatha Christie, one of my trusted friends. 

We sat there shivering and watching dark shadows pass by under the street lamp. As I watched, I wondered how and 
when I was going to get home without coach fare. I expect Aggie was thinking the same. Then suddenly a fami- 
liar shadow passed by. Was it??? Could it be ? Surely not? ! Yes! It was the Schoolmaster's young son, Antho- 

ny Carter II. We were stunned but we automatically tried to get his attention by whistling. He heard us and turned 
naturally, but he was changed since the last time we had seen him. 

He had a scar under his left eye, and a bleeding lip, and. . . oh no ! It was a pistol! He immediately pointed it at 
us and Aggie began to cry, but I looked at it from a more positive point of view. Why would he, the schoolmas- 
ter's son, be pointing a pistol at us? We had done nothing of harm to him in school or out, in fact, we hardly ever 
saw him. 

He motioned us into a small nearby coach and we knew it wouldn't be worth our while to scream, because there 
were only a couple of drunken sailors nearby, so we kept silent. We got in the coach and sat down. Immediately 
after we had done this, Anthony tied our hands and feet and gagged us. Then, strangely enough, he blindfolded us. 
Since I had sharp ears, I know that we went along a narrow cobblestone road and then on to a gravel road. The 
coach stopped, Anthony untied us and took off our gags, but he left our blindfolds on. He led us up some steps and 
then knocked on the door. It was opened and we stepped in. Anthony removed our blindfolds and out jumped fam- 
iliar faces. They all yelled out, "April Fool ! ". . . 

Vicky Gall, grade 6 


The world I used to know, 

Is covered now with snow, 

I smell the scent of fresh sweet grass, 
Which soon appears upon this path, 
The scent of spring is in the air, 
Putting on a cloak to wear, 

Breathe it in and let it out, 

Don't fortell a single doubt, 

That spring is nearly here. 

Candy Warren, grade 5 


Snow has been falling for such a time 

Falling from houses windows and chimes 

Icicles are dripping from the sunshine and from the rain. 

When rain comes, everything changes no matter 
What the season 

Summer it cools off the weather, spring and fall it 
Brings a fresh scent. But winter it adds to the wetness. 

Sandy Zagerman, gr. 6 




The fire started on an autumn tree, one bright 
and sunny day. It burst forth, both arms full 
of colours. So still, and yet so violent. Golds, 
oranges and reds hugged tree. Then, ever so 
softly, the flames fluttered down and began to 
lick the grass. Within a few days, the tree was 
bare, and the ground was all aflame. 

Emily Conway, grade 7. 

Ups and downs, 

Sad and happy, 

Win and lose, 

Life isn't easy for anyone. 
Someone dies, someone is bom, 
Life goes on. 

Starving children, 

Blind children, 

Crippled children, 

God, help us help the helpless. 
Life goes on. 

Rich people, poor people, 

Black people, white people, 
Jewish people , Catholic people, 
Life isn't easy for anyone, 

Some must give and not receive. 
Can life go on? 

Jane Nicholls, grade 13 


The ice age has struck ! No human being can survive it's chilling massiveness. The earth is doomed ! 

Yet I remain to my lonely life as a hermit, living in a tatty old hut on top of a mountain peak; someday, though, 
to be swallowed up by the devouring ice. 

As I stand on the grass roof of my cabin, I think to myself, "What if I'm the only person, as of now, living on the 
entire earth? Perhaps there's another man scanning the world from his rooftop out there. Anyway, it's sad to think 
that down there lies the waste and rubbish that once made our civilisation. 

When I finally focus in, there comes to me a wild idea, almost ludicrous. Maybe I can gather some belongings 
together and put them in a container. Just some relics, in case a few spacemen or martians h.ave a crazy notion of 
visiting our planet after mankind is totally demolished. 

Inside I shuffle around for a box, and seeing that I'm a poor hermit, ten objects are sufficient. 

In the end, I place the box on the chimney stack, being the highest point, and tie it securely with rope, otherwise 
it would blow away. 

The sacred possessions that are hidden inside are as follows: a tin of dull razor blades, a tom up teddy bear, a 
clothes hanger, a harmonica, a photo album , an overwound alarm clock, a horse shoe, a smouldering pipe, a pil- 
low feather, and last of all, an embroidered table mat reading, 'Home, Sweet Home'. 

Virginia Lamont, grade 8 


Black, black water lapping silently over the desolate shore was all the old, bent fisher- 
man saw da)/ after day. Only an occasional wandering boat, trying to find it's way out of 
the cove, changed the scene. Sitting on a large, white rock, with a single withering plant 
striving for breath to soften it's jagged edges, he would fish. 

The fisherman lived on the opposite shore, where there was higher ground, where the 
many pines spoke softly to the squeaky moss that lay beneath his feet, where there was 
no change. 

One day on the well trodden path, the flour-like dust was unmoved and the rock’s well- 
worn surface had no protection from the water’s spray. Because there were no rocks to 
hold down the lobster cages, they rolled with the wind. The plant died for no one came 
with the encouragement it needed to live. The whole shore died. Without the fisherman 
there was no life. 

Jennifer Harris, gr. 8 


"Rain", I thought to myself, as I glanced out the large window one spring day. The trees 
were glistening with raindrops and the flowers were heavily weighed down. 

I walked outside with my brightly coloured umbrella over my head. I wanted to be alone, 
to be away from my nagging parents. The forest path, as I walked down it, was laden 
with miniature buds and flowers. 

Suddenly I heard footsteps. The sudden crack of a twig broke the beautiful silence of na- 
ture. I turned around, just to find that there was nobody in sight. I continued walking 
but again I heard the snap of a twig. I stopped and muttered to myself, "Somebody is fol- 
lowing me!" As quick as a flash, I turned around to get a quick glance of my pursuer. 

A large man wearing a brown suit, was coming towards me. I stood there unable to move. 
My feet were frozen to the ground. The man moved closer, closer. I stared with amaze- 
ment-this man was my older brother. He pulled a gun out of his pocket and aimed it at 

I managed to choke out two words, "Why?. . . Why?" 

The birds sang sweetly in the trees. The crickets chirped their songs too. The grass 
waved gently in the breeze. Nature, in all it's living beauty was before my closed eyes. 

Debbie Baxter - grade 10 


Old brick houses 

Are lined on the sides of the road 
Trees bow gracefully in respect 
For the houses. 

The wind blows gently 

While the leaves on the trees perform a soft ballet 
For the houses. 

A soft voice in the wind whispers: 

"The houses stand proud 
Deserving the respect 
Of the worshipping trees. 

The houses stand proud 

With histories worth remembering - 

Of human strife , 

Of human joys and sorrows. 

Time has not yet conquered, 

Respect is due. " 

The wind stops blowing 
Trees no longer sway there 
Time stands still. 

Then the wind bows once more 
Through an empty field. 

RanjanaBasu, grade 10 


Resting down upon the town, 

Heaving it's body on the houses, 

Rubbing against the straight grey building 
Leaving it's breath behind. 

The spring scent smells like 
freedom that is melting. 
The smell of the wind, the 
touch of dust, and even 
the dropping twigs are 
all part of this fabulous 

It creeps in nicks and cricks and sticks, 
It winds itself round lamp posts, 

It makes the familiar seem so strange, 
That even a dog can lose his way. 

The light blue sky reminds 
one of the chattering birds. 
You can almost hear them 
singing the soft sweet song 
of Spring. 

Blackening the lighted lanes, 
Blinding peoples' way, 

Dampening clothes and giving colds, 
As it moves along it's way. 

Marianne Karsh, grade 6 

Emily Conway, grade 7 



Heaped on 

Solitude , 

Not unfriendly- 

on the empty beach. 

I see it 

Lying, alien 

elegant, irridescent, 


on the beach 
in the sunlight. 

A gift 

To fill the heart 
And mind 
And eyes; 

I held the conch shell 
To my ear 
Listening - 

Imprisoned in this exiled curve 
Of Michelangelo pink 
And marbled 

rose on white 
Mottled darkly, 

Are the 

Surging sea 

From a corailed bed. 

Deep beyond deepness 
in a 

Fathomed recess; 

Harbouring for centuries 
the echoes 

Of home. 

But as I listen 
I hear 
But the 

of your 


Janice Henry, grade 13 


I am music. 

Music is me. 

I sit in the dark and 
It envelopes my soul. 

With music I am 


As a whole. 

I am with music. 

Soothing chords and 
Tranquil words, 

Lull me into 

I am music. 

Music is me. 

Jane Ann McBurney , grade 10 


cold and nippy the wind , 
crisp and refreshing the air 
this fine autumn morning. 

leaves have changed 
and are still changing 
as days swiftly transform. 

children who play , 
laughing the while 
running quicly to where. 

ground is leaf- covered, 
early morning dew on grass 
sparkling like diamonds. 

one car, one bicycle going 
somewhere to something, 
all hurrying away, leaving. 

i am left to sit lonely 
remembering forgotten, 
forgetting remembers. 

lourdes jimenez 


The wind through the graveyard 

Whirling and moaning as it smoothed 
The storm-roughened edges of the tombstones 
Whispering as it twirled 
The Song of the Dead 

"We were once alive", it sung as it creaked through the treetops 
above the crypt. 

"We breathed the fresh clean air of the Universe 
Each in our life loved and was loved in return. 

How dimly we remember the times when 
We laughed, carefree and happy, 
not worrying about what was to come. 

Cherished are the memories of when, as children, we lay in bed, 
Hugging in our arms one ragged old teddy bear, 

Dreaming about tomorrow, and what it would bring 
And now we lie here, shrivelled and wretched 
In our captivity 

Knowing that never again would we 
feel the warmth and vitality of a human body, 
or see the rosy glow of the morning sun as it throws off 
the dark cloak of night. 

Hark, we hear the mourning voices of those who loved one 
newly passed away. 

Soon another corpse shall join in the chorus of 
The Song of the Dead. 

Kathy Whitham 



One day the lion and the mouse were having a poker game. The lion was called 'Arctic Cat' because he was so 
fast and good at poker. The mouse was a bit rusty at it, though, and a cigar kept him going. The only reason that 
the lion always won was because he had the famous 'Rules of Poker' book undeT the table. The lion won because of 
the book, but the mouse soon found out that the lion was cheating, so the lion was put out of the championships 
and the mouse declared winner. 

One day, the lion came to the mouse's house and said, "Let me in, or I'll huff and puff and blow your house 
down. " He came in and said, "Because you found out of my cheating, I will have to kill you; so be in the play- 
ground tomorrow and we will play 'Cowboys and Indians'. I will be the cowboy and have a real gun, and you will 
be the Indian and have a real bow and arrow". 

Next day, the mouse went to the playground, in his Indian suit, to find the lion not there. He searched the forest 
and found him in a net. The lion said, "Let me out and I'll give you some candy. " 

But the mouse was not all that stupid. He would not let the lion out because if he gave him some candies he would 
get cavities and then he could not break the rope, so the lion died of starvation. 

Moral: You'll wonder where the lion went, 

If you brush your teeth with Pepsodent. 

Carole Enahoro, grade 8 


He walked merrily in and looked happily around. All the children in the Pleasant family were thinking of what 
they would like for Christmas, For the Pleasants, Christmas was a special time of year, Andrew was the youngest 
of three children. 

One day he was all alone in a toy store. This didn't happen very often. There was always someone to say , "OH, 
this is nice. Look at this!" They would point to colouring books and crayons, and to all the things he hated most. 
He always got things he didn't want at all for Christmas. But there in the corner was a big red dump truck with 
white wheels. Just then his mother walked in. "Oh, there you are! Andrew. " He pointed to the truck. His mother 
looked at the price tag. "It's too costly, Andrew. I'm sorry. " The tears rushed to his eyes he tried not to cry, but 
he couldn't stop. His mother saw him trying not to cry and hugged him tightly, 

Christmas finally came and all the children in the Pleasant house were excited. They all rushed downstairs and 
looked at the presents and started to open them. Suddenly, someone said, "Hey! Look at that present there. The 
tag says 'Andrew'". They all shouted "Open it! Open it!" Andrew rushed to it, ripping the paper as he opened it, 
and there before him was the big red dump truck. With a shout of glee, he ran and hugged his parents. 

Holly North, grade 7. 


Orange is the sun 
that glows in the day 
Orange are the flowers 
That bloom in May 

Orange is an orange 
or a drink 

Orange is an orange dress 
with some pink 

Orange is a rug 

Or maybe even an 

orange bug 

Orange is a butterfly 

or maybe a moth 

Orange is some marmelade 

And a piece of cloth 

Orange is a piece of cardboard 

Or maybe a book . . . And sometimes 

maybe something somebody took. 

Dee Dee Brookbank, Prep. 

What is Black? 

Black is the night 
And chimney soot. 

Black berries and grapes 
Are some fruit 
The tail of a rabbit 
And a terrible habit 
Are Black. 

Joy Eaglesome, Prep. 


The rain says drip - drop 
on the roof And in 
my head I see Puddles 
Flashing brightly in the light. 

Nan Bell, Prep. 



The pen moves back and forth, 
creating beauty and life 
of an inanimated piece 
of colourless paper. 

With each loop, the lines 
vibrate with a song, to 
be sung or silently read. 

The scratching on the 
paper becomes faster and 
louder until 

- silence - 

Life is on the table, in 
blue on white , and 
with one sudden movement, 
becomes a crushed 
little ball. 

lourdes jimenez 

ELm »oo d 


If I was the rain, 

I'd soak everyone through, 
Even those with raincoats 
And umbrellas too. 

Laura Atchison, Prep. 


I think it is nice 

But not to mice 

Then it seems to turn into ice 

When it drops. 

I like to get wet 
And so does my pet. 

Written by Tara Bell, Prep. 


The rain is falling on my head, 
And I am having fun, 

I run and jump and splash. 

I see the tulips when they're out, 
I hear the patter 
Of raindrops on the roof. 

Anne Tessier 

je vais retourner - 
un jour, 

mais pas maintenant. 
je dois trouver 
quelque chose 
que j 'ai perdu - 

lourdes jimenez 




grip, tight, tighter, 
let your feelings 
flow through your 
arms, hands, and 
fingers, out onto 
flow, free, freer, 
ease down and 
relax, tension 
no longer exists 
in your body, it 
has escaped, 

lourdes . 





To mount the annual musical, Ashbury and Elmwood were singularly blessed this year with many fine voices of solo 
quality, a fact most fortunate in that the play involves twelve solo roles. 

The "Gondoliers" was the play for which both Gilbert and Sullivan severely criticized each other, and dabbled in the us- 
ual 'forte' of the other, - words versus music. As a result the flow tends to be halting at times. 

Mr. Josselyn's infinite patience and care for the quality of production overcame this weakness in the material, a solid 
unified effort during the whole play. He spent untold hours rehearsing with all of the principles and was able to judge 
from, AND participate in his "little heartbreaker" part with equal precision and gusto. 

The chorus, under the direction of Mr. Graham, began to learn music earlier than ever before this year, and the end re- 
sult was gratifying; the singing was strong and clear at all times, and the united choral effect first place. 

Credits are numerous: suffice it to mention the principles and supporting crew - Mary Christie and Di Conway as Conta- 
dine, Cyndi Leigh as the Princess, Ara Nixon the "mom", Mrs. McCrae as the stuffy Duchess. Backstage were Gail Sad- 
ler, Cathy Ashton, Lourdes Jiminez, and Jane Nicholls. 

The gondolieri were portrayed by Michael O'Brien and Gord Howe, the drummer-boy by Doug Pearce, Mr. Josselyn the 
Duke, and the superb old Grand Inquisitor by Joe Martyniuk. 

A special note must be made of the dual role of splendid work contributed by Mrs Harwood- Jones , in training the ladies' 
chorus as well as playing the accompainment for the two performances. 

April 13 was no unlucky day for the gondolieri and contadine! The vitality and clarity of performance was a joy to watch 
and hear, from "Boun giorno" through to "Cachucha". All who were part of the one-hundred per cent effort receive the 
gratitude of those to whom the "Gondoliers" gave such happiness. 


TOP ROW: Susan McColm, Pamela Sumner, Emily Conway, Julia Sumner, Jane Burke- Rob ertson , Inger Whist, 

Vivian Enahoro, Sara Jane Murray, Marie Louise Pawlikowski. MIDDLE ROW: Holly North, Margot Bethune , Rach- 
el Jackson, Sian Warwick, Poppy Don, Jennifer Harris, Anna Downing, Virginia Lamont, Carol Enahoro, Sara Jane 
Ramplee-Smith, Wendy McGillivray. BOTTOM ROW: Felicity Smith, Naomi Thompson, Nan Bell, Brenda Kim- 
mel, Heather Lawson, Tara Bell, Ann M. Tessier, Maureen Assaly, Lisa Weinberger, Suzanne Pataki. 

TOP ROW: Debbie Williams, Florentia Conway, Judy Martin, Roberta Laking, Mary Christie, Luziah Ismail, Diana 
Conway, O'lenka Grygier, Debbie Baxter, Cyndi Leigh. BOTTOM ROW: Talitha Fabricius, Alison Green, Cathy 
Ginsberg, Heather McIntosh, Ann Graham, (Choir Monitor); Isabel Douglas, Janice Henry, Wendy Hampson, Jane 
Nicholls, Virginia Dunsby. 



Cathy Ginsberg 

Alison Schofield 

Roberta Laking 

The library has proved most successful this year. Although no major changes have taken place, additional furniture 
and shelves have added greatly to the library as a whole. We are very grateful to Mrs. Laidler who, prior to the 
reopening of school this year, put a great deal of time and effort into the reorganization of the library. 

Much interest has been taken in the library and it has become a 'welcome haven' for students during their spares. 
Due to the fact that the rule of 'Absolute Silence in the Library' has not always been observed, the library has be- 
come not only a place where one can read and study, but also a place where one can go to catch up on the latest 
gossip ! 

My thanks to Cathy Guthrie and Heather McIntosh for their help as members of the Library Committee. 

Barbara Coyne, 

Head of Library Committee 



Cyndi Leigh Daphne Snelgrove Alison Schofield Ara Nixon 


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FOURTH ROW: Dale Carr-Harris, Talitha Fabricius, Elizabeth Marion , Susan Atack, Debbie Baxter, Jennifer 
Miles, Wendy Tench, Sandra Sutherland, Wendy MacPhee , Barbara Coyne, Lesley Ogilvie , Inger Whist, Shelagh 
Hurley, Heather McIntosh, Elena Vaillancourt, Alison Schofield. THIRD ROW: Jennifer Johnston, Carol Anderson, 
Sandra Kovachic, Ranjana Basu, Akiko Nishiyama, Julia Clubb, Gail Sadler, Elizabeth Sellars, Debbie Williams, 
Ara Nixon, Melinda Halfhide, Debbie Masterman, Joy Ramcharan. SECOND ROW: Judy Martin, Florentia Conway, 
Naomi Thompson, Alexandra Wilson, Carla Peppier, Cathy Green, Judy Young, Poppy Don, Rachel Jackson, 

Susan McColm, Janice Henry, Sonya Taticek, Karen Turner. FIRST ROW: Victoria Gall, Anna Downing, Maureen 
Assaly, Laura Atchison, Daintry Smith, Wendy Hampson, (House Head) ; Alison Urie , Helen Richards , Susan An- 
derson, Joyce Eaglesome, Felicity Smith. 

Dear Fry, 

The year is coming to a close but it seems that it is still September. When it goes, it will take many fond memor- 
ies with it . . . numerous bake sales, pant days, the sticky tape race which our house won for the third successive 
year, and the laborious selling and collecting of those Kiwanis Club travelogue tickets which Carol Anderson hand- 
led so well. Also - the House of Fry Fudge Sale, which took place on the nights of the 'Gondoliers' performances 
was a great success. Who had more fun - the juniors who sold fudge, or the grade thirteens who packaged and 
sampled it? 

Fry this year experienced both victory and defeat, but as always, displayed good sportsmanship. In raising money 
to meet the $30.00 goal, we surpassed the limit by an overwhelming margin. 

There are many thanks to be said to our junior house head, Carla Peppier, who led one of our house meetings, and 
my unofficial vice head, Daintry Smith, who did her best to cheer me up in 'times of trouble'. I would also like 
to thank Alex Wilson on her winning of over a hundred red stars, and Shelagh Hurley for being a fantastic sports 

On behalf of myself I would like to say thank you to you all, in achieving the most red stars and house points, the 
most money and as always, the best house. 




FOURTH ROW: Karen Hayes, Tina Kealey, Isabel Douglas, Lesley Murdoch , Lesley McMillan, Lee- Anne Henri, 
Debbie Sipolins, Cathy Ginsberg, Ann Worthen, Susan Vaast, Nadine Cvetanovic, Daphne Snelgrove, Olenka Gry- 
gier, Heather Nesbitt, Cathy Guthrie. THIRD ROW: Mary Christie, Angela Cvetanovic, Jane Burke- Robertson, 
Julia Woods, Carol Waudby-Smith, Margot Bethune , Patrice Stinson, Cordula von Keller, Cathy Whitham , Debbie 
Goodwin, Marie Louise Pawlikowski, Donna MacPhee, Lucy Ismail, Ann Graham. SECOND ROW: Patricia Lynch- 
Staunton, Sonia Topelko, Megan Chapell, Hazel Eaglesome, Sian Warwick, Jennifer Harris, Raine Phythian, 

Susan Sourial, Wendy McGillivray, Pamela Sumner. FIRST ROW: Candy Warren, Sandra Zagerman, Cathy Harris, 
Heather Lawson, Sheri Price, Meg Snelgrove, (House Head); Dorie Blair, Lesley Banner, Ann M. Tessier, Lisa 
Weinberger, Lindsay Price. 

Keller House has had a most successful year, and I would like to say 'Thank-you' to my house for your constant 
support and help in all of our projects. Our 'white elephant' sale was more than successful and we managed to 
raise twenty-six of the $30.00 required for our foster children. Whatever money we made that was left over we 
used on a Keller House Party. There was most enthusiastic support for the teddy bear raffle, which was won by our 
youngest member of the school - purely coincidental! Our other projects were also successful: these include a book 
sale, and a ticky tape race during Spirit Week. Also, many thanks to Marie Louise who polished shoes for us. In 
all, we have raised $62.00. 

You really fulfilled our motto of 'Fair play' during sports in which the junior members of our house won the basket- 

I would like to thank Keller for all your support and overwhelming house spirit. Special thanks to Susan Sourial, 
my Junior Head. I hop you all agree that we had lots of fun as a house. 

Good luck in the future , 
Meg Snelgrove 


FOURTH ROW: Julia Sumner, Jill Hepworth, Karen Torontow, Janis Robertson, Sara Jane Ramplee-Smith, Ro- 
berta Laking, Diana Conway, Susan Laroque, Susan Reid, Keltie Anne Johnston, Vivian Enahoro, Monica Stinson, 
Cyndi Leigh, Virginia Dunsby, Carol Enahoro. THIRD ROW: Nina Walsh, Alison Green, Sara Jane Murray, Vir- 
ginia Lamont, Roberta Gildert, Frances Elkie , Helen Barry, Jane Martin, Donna Lurtz, Leandra Ramcharan, Emily 
Conway, Janet Kimmel. SECOND ROW: Mimi Singh, Lynn Houwing, Ailsa Francis, Barbara Clark, Bobbi Lee 
Kenny, Amanda Greenhalgh, Holly North, Victoria Woods, Jane Scarth, Jane Nicholls, Cathy Ashton, Ellen Nad- 
olny. FIRST ROW: Francesca Coe, Debbie Hillary, Dee Dee Brookbank, Tara Bell, Sharon Nadolny, Ann Perley- 
Robertson, (House Head); Nancy Gall, Brenda Kimmel, Nan Bell, Jennifer Horwood, Suzanne Pataki. 


I'd like to thank everyone in the house for a successful year. In sports, I was more than pleased with the turn ours 
and you played not only hard and well, but fairly, as well. Cindy and Virginia really got the spirit going, thanks 
so much, both of you. 

The results of the bake sales were great, and I hope that at the end of the year we will all be able to do something 
as a whole. 

I would also like to thank those who helped in the Christmas party, I thought that showed a lot of our spirit. Since 
the beginning of the year, I feel the spirit has gone uphill, and I hope it will continue to do so next year too . . . 
lots of luck. 

Many thanks to Lourdes and Carole for their support and ideas. 

I wish everyone happiness for the future , 

Love , 


"It is hard ... to break the ties which bind us to our homes and friends, and harder still to efface the thousand 
recollections of happy days and old times. " 



Jennifer Johnston 

Lindsay Price 

Virginia Lamont 


TOP ROW: Susan Sourial, Margot Bethune, Inger Whist, Carole Enahoro, Lynn Houwing, Donna Lurtz. BOTTOM 
ROW: Akiko Nishiyama, Wendy Mcgillivray, Jennifer Johnston, Susan McColm. 



TOP ROW: Karen Hayes, Lesley Ogilvie, Donna MacPhee, Janis Robertson. MIDDLE 
ROW: Shelagh Hurley, Julia Clubb, Wendy MacPhee. BOTTOM ROW: Ara Nixon, 
Wendy Hampson, Mimi Singh. FRONT: Cyndi Leigh. 



TOP ROW: Sonya Taticek, Keltie Anne Johnston, Florentia Conway, Elena Vaillancourt, Wendy MacPhee. BOT- 
TOM ROW: Debbie Baxter, Judy Young, Shelagh Hurley, Susan Atack. 

I would like to thank all the girls who participated in sports this year. In particular, I thank my sports represent- 
atives from the houses: from Fry, Jennie Johnston and Shelagh Hurley; from Nightingale, Virginia Lamont and 
Cyndi Leigh; and from Keller, Lindsay Price and Lesley Murdoch. I would also like to thank my assistant sports 
head, Ara Nixon. 

These girls did a good job this year, and I wish them good luck in organizing sports for Elmwood in the future. I 
would also like to give special thanks to Mrs. Churchill. We had fun this year with our inter-house and inter-class 
games - "We'll beat those grade twelves if it kills us!" 

I think the house Mottoes best exemplify life at Elmwood: "Fair Play" - Keller; "Not for ourselves alone" - Night- 
ingale; and "Friendship to all" - Fry. I hope we have lived up to these mottoes in our sports life this year and con- 
tinue to remember and use them in the years to come. 

Susan Cohen, Sports Captain 




Well endowed Briton, right; "Well, as I was saying, 
these Canadians have no idea how to dress ..." 
Her charming chum, left; "Yes, so few people here 
have any idea what to wear on Sports Day. " 

"You'd be smirking too if this was your last day with the 
Class of '73". 

Two representatives of ethnic groups in Grade 1 3, : a 
Blackfoot (Loudmouth), and a Yank. 




"Can you tell which of these two prefects had braces? Not many people can. 


Once again we are meeting mark the end 
of the school year, and to recognize the 
graduates and those who have done out- 
standingly well during the past months. 
Elmwood is always proud of the successes 
of its daughters. The world has changed a 
great deal since the name of the first head 
girl went up on the board in the gym, but 
the hopes of the parents and teachers for 
the young people under their care have not 
changed.We still wish for them a fulfilled, 
happy and complete life ... It is vastly 
more important than ever before that we 
try to send out into the world young women 
who are stable, motivated, clear eyed, and 
who have an enduring set of values. The 
horizons are wide, not only for women, but 
for all mankind. Young people graduating 
in these years may carry the colours of 
their schools and colleges not just to the 
ends of the earth but far into the universe 
itself ... I was reminded of the universal 
and everlasting curiosity of man, so well 
illustrated so long ago by seventeenth cen- 
tury Sir Thomas Browne . . . "What songs 
the sirens sang, or what name Achilles as- 
sumed when he hid himself among women, 
though puzzling questions," he said happily, 
"are not beyond all conjecture", and he 
hotly defended the right and indeed the duty 
of man to enquire . . . 

In face of all the ferment of excitement and change of the age, the job of the educator is 
never easy. Students criticise programmes as irrelevant, universities complain that students 
come to them ill -prepared , the high schools blame the public schools and at times every- 
body blames the parents . . . Change we must have, but change with caution. Perhaps the 
private schools are lucky in that they have never had vast sums to draw on from the public 
purse and caution has always been a necessity. Tradition is a stabilizing influence, too, 
which has real value when so many innovators seem so hell-bent on rocking the boat. Yet 
even tradition must be re-examined from time to time, and this re-examination does not 
make life easy . . . Anyone in administration emerges often from the decisions of each day 
a little tattered, even rent, by the effort to keep a constant balance between a slavish fol- 
lowing of what has been done before and a mad dash for the new and popular. 

Perhaps the most significant change we have made this year is in the adoption of the credit 
system ... we should bear in mind, as so well expressed by our good friend Dr. Laidler in 
his address to a meeting' of Independent School Principals , , , that a curriculum "should not 
be modified to the student's desires, but tailored to suit his needs". 

I would like to thank the Mothers Guild for all their good work, the gifts to the library, the 
prizes they have given ... I also most sincerely thank Mrs. Martin and the Board for their 
unfailing help and support, and Mrs. Aldous and my splendid staff who gave so much . . . 

-Excerpts from Mrs. Whitwill's speech, Closing 1973. 


Philpot Token: Awarded to the girl who best main- 
tained 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: Nancy Gall. 

Summa Summarum: 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. Awarded 
to: Alison Urie. 

LEFT: Nancy Gall, Head Prefect. 
RIGHT: Alison Urie, Head Girl. 



Usually it is the accepted practise of a valedictorian to guide her audience back through several years of nostalgic 
sightseeing or to drown her peers in glory and good wishes for the future. In the last few years it has become even 
more appropriate to rip up her diploma and comment on its worthlessness and then, with the zealous enthusiasm of 
a Christian crusader and with unequalled rhetoric, tear down the educational system that has governed her since 
she started school. Then the speaker can blame wars, pollution and poverty on her parents and teachers who sup- 
posedly control and manipulate the system. I do not propose to do either. 

I have been dismayed frequently this year by the selfishness and inconsideration for others which some of us have 
shown. Such selfishness is not, of course, confined to Elmwood, but surely, in a school of this size, offering the 
advantages that it does, attitudes of this kind should be minimized. Possibly, the very size of the school alone has 
allowed for such selfishness to grow, but by the same token, its size should enable us more easily to practice a 
genuine respect for each other. This applies not only to the students but the teachers as well. A common respect 
must be held for the knowledge and experience of the other. Teachers must be willing to accept the changes that 
will remove them from their comfortable niches and the students should not only request changes to satisfy 
selfish motives. 

Some of you talk of poor spirit of Elmwood. I haven't searched for "Rah-Rah" types this year, or tried to mould 
anyone into such a person. I have tried to encourage intelligent, constructive criticism, and, in some ways, there 
has been success that will eventually reflect on the spirit of the school. Only when our selfish motives overtake 
our sense of rationality, is the spirit poor. Our spirit will take care of itself when both teachers and students recog- 
nize that each can contribute to the welfare of all. 

I think we have made real progress in the past few years but much remains to be done. If the students can continue 
to convince the teachers that they can act intelligently and responsibly in a degree of self'government there is no 
question in my mind that Elmwood students will provide the atmosphere which newcomers expect in a school today. 
Five years ago, I walked into Elmwood, the typical new girl - with my belt through the belt- loops, my new oxfords 
immaculately polished, and my rings and makeup left at home. It must be five years since I've been dressed so 
well. In the years since that first day, I have made many real friends and had many good times - I enjoyed the 
times we sneaked out for a quick cigarette, and our water and snowball fights. As is found anywhere, there were 
bad times - like getting caught while sneaking a cigarette. It is not the bad times that will remain in my memory, 
but rather, the experiences I had and what I learned from them and the people I encountered. I only hope that I, 
and my fellow graduates, can look back and feel that, for all the frustrations, the friends and experiences we gain- 
ed have made our days at Elmwood worthwile. 

Good luck to all, have fun, and be good! 



Preparatory Heather Lawson 
Grade 5 Candy Warren 

Grade 6 Victoria Gall 

Grade 7 Felicity Smith 

Grade 8 Akiko N ishiyama 

PROFICIENCY STANDING - 80% and over up to and 
including 5B 75% and over in 5A, 6M, and 6U. 

Laura Aitchison 
Adrienne Brookbank 
T ara Bell 
Jennifer Horwood 
Helen Richards 
Francesca Coe 
Katherine Harris 
Sandra Zagerman 
Poppy Don 
Anna Downing 
Hazel Eaglesome 
Lynne Huowing 
Sian Warwick 
Alex Wilson 
Megan Chapell 
Jenni Johnston 
Virginia Lamont 
Carla Peppier 
Raine Phythian 
Lindsay Price 
Susan Sourial 

Angela Cvetanovic 
Mimi Singh 
Sonya Taticek 
Carolyn Waudby- Smith 

Ranjana Basu 
Virginia Dunsby 
Shelagh Hurley 
Heather McIntosh 
Katherine Whitham 
Barbara Coyne 
Karen Hayes 
Sandra Kovachic 
Donna MacPhee 
Monica Stinson 
Deborah Williams 
Catherine Ashton 
Talitha Fabricius 
Alison Green 
Lourdes Jimenez 
Roberta Laking 
Elizabeth Marion 
Heather Nesbitt 
Gail Sadler 
Daphne Snelgrove 
Nancy Gall 
Janice Henry 
Daintry Smith 
Catherine McEwen 

LAIDLER CUP: Awarded to the girl who, not 
necessarily the highest in the form in studies 
or sports, has made her mark on the Junior 
School by her good character and dependabil- 
ity. It is given to a girl who can be relied up- 
on at any time, and is always helpful and 
thoughtful of others. Awarded to Wendy Mc- 

Junior Prize for Progress - PREPS: Maureen Assaly, GR. 5 
and 6: Marianne Karsh. 

Junior Prize for Effort - PREPS: Joyce Eaglesome. GR. 5 
and 6: Katherine Green. GR. 7 and 8: Lynne Huowing. 


Junior Junior Victoria Gall 

Junior Wendy McGillivray 

Intermediate Shelagh Hurley 

Senior Jennifer Miles 

JUNIOR ART AND SEWING: Marie Louise Pawlikowski 

SENIOR ART: Anne Stevenson 
JUNIOR CHOIR: Jennifer Harris 

JUNIOR MUSIC: Akiko Nishiyama 
SENIOR MUSIC: Virginia Dunsby 


EST: Gordula von Keller 

INTERMEDIATE HISTORY (outstanding improvement): 
Cathy Guthrie 


ROTHWELL 5C ENGLISH PRIZE: Carolyn Waudby-Smith 

Awarded for the highest endeavour in all phases of school 
life in the Junior School. It is the equivalent of the Sum- 
ma Summarum in the Senior School. It is given to the 
girl who best lives up to the ideals of Elmwood, who shows 
leadership, good standing in her class, keeness in sports, 
and friendliness and helpfulness to others in the school. 
Awarded to Jenni Johnston. 



GREEN FORM DRILL CUP: Grade 9 Accepted by Susan 

and Nightingale 

Kathy Green 


HOUSE HEAD AWARDS: Fry-Wendy Hampson 
Keller-Meg Snelgrove 
Nightingale - Anne Perley-Robertson 
Gail Sadler 





BEST OFFICER'S CUP: Wendy Hampson 
Fry "Friendship to all" Alison Schofield 
Keller "Fair Play" Heather Nesbitt 

Nightingale "Not for Ourselves Alone" Lourdes Jimenez 
Winner: Lourdes Jimenez 

GAIL SADLER: Ewing Cup for Character 


When we meet again, 
You all in white, 

I smelling of orchards, 
When we meet - 
Leonard Cohen 


Some of us . . . 

Together for the last time. 


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DANCE COMMITTEE, LEFT TO RIGHT: Luziah Ismail, Cathy Ashton, Julia Clubb. Absent: Donna MacPhee. 

Cathy Ashton, Julia Clubb, Donna MacPhee and myself as the Dance Committee were 
full of wonderful ideas in September. Fortunately some of our brilliant schemes were 
carried through successfully (to maintain our faith in human nature), while the not too 
realistic ones had to be abandoned. 

In autumn we played football and soccer against Ashbury and developed our joint techni- 
que the "over the shoulder boulder holder", i. e. Ashbury carried us for the play. It proved 
so successful for both teams that we will have to consider patenting it for the pro-football 
teams of the future. When the snow came we had a sleigh ride - donuts, hot chocolate, 
music, and for an indoor activity, a volleyball game. 

Dances were held to celebrate Ashbury football victories as well as providing a much 
needed break in the academic year. We had three dances in all. The groups that played 
for us were Brighton Rock, Merlin, and Albatros. The highlight of the year was the Spring 
Formal. This year it was held at the Country Club on June 2, 1973, thanks to the kind 
sponsorshipof Mrs. F. S. Martin. The evening was a great success for the graduating class, 
one to be talked about and remembered long after the flowers wilted and wine ceased to 

We would like to thank all the students that helped us with the dance arrangements. 

Thank you again Mrs. Carter and Mrs. Aldous for your unfailing encouragement, assist- 
ance, and advice. We hope everyone enjoyed the year as much as the Committee, and 
once again "thank you" for supporting us. 

Luziah and Cathy 
Dance Committee Heads 




Not quite the same the springtime seems 
to me since that sad season when in sep- 
arate ways our paths diverged. There 
are no more such days as dawned for us 
in that last time when we dwelt in the 
realm of dreams, illusive dreams 
Spring may be just as fair now, but it 
seems not quite the same, 
by Mary Wheeler Wilcox 


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Remember our class parties at the Pig . . . Dorie in front of the mirror before 
classes at Ashbury . . . the family that oonts together . . . dancing on the desks 
after history . . . Susie winning the Tarzan contest . . . 'Lloyd and George' , eh, 
Lesley? . . . dissecting Claude, Ben, Trish and our other rodent friends in Biol- 
ogy . . . "Misere". . . "Yankee go home" . . . Meg's blue nails on Sports Day . 

. . thinking below the navel . . . No. 1, No. 2, No. 3, No. 4 . . . Lambie . . . 
"Who's got my Stoned Angel?” . . . Sharon and her snake symbols in 'Heart of 
Darkness' . . . Nancy and Isabel hanging skinny white legs out the Common Room 
window . . . Monday Morning First Period Spare Club . . . Cathy's Carrot Cook- 
ies . . . Wendy T. and Gerald Crich and John Proctor who both probably had curly 
dark hair . . . Mrs. H. -J. : "Yes, Aeneas was really a heel" . . . penalties for 
squeezing at the football game . . . our Valentine from the women to the boys . . 

. somersaults in the Country Club parking lot after the Formal . . . Sue's lasso 
classes for the prefects in English E . . . Liquid Lunches . . . Sally K-K-K-K . 

. . Richard? Richard? . . . Earl, and how he misbehaved at the Formal . . . 

Dear Bernie . . . Small beans . . . Theresa's before Biology . . . Baie de Ton- 
ndre . . . trips to Trent . . . kneesocks over leotards . . . Motorcycle Mama . 

. . Sheila and the hearse . . . Susie and her date with the bareback champion of 
Quebec . . . Remember the time in grade twelve when Sharon said in geography 
that Moscow was on the Mediterranean? . . . "Obscenities! Obscenities!” . . . 
Ellen's Bowling Club . . . Remember Anne Stevenson and her artistic genius . . . 
Remember Isabel and her genius for comments like, "Oh, you're not as ugly as 
she said you are" . . . Remember Catherine Deneuve . . . Mrs. Inns' formal . . 

. Ann P. -R.'s 'bedroom eyes' . . . Remember, Ann and Joy, our driving classes, 
and driving into snowbanks - And don't forget Tony's card tricks when we should 
have been learning parallel parking . . . Remember "Well, I didn't get a tan, but 
I'm darker white ! " . . . Remember Janet Westphal's beaux and giggles . . . naps 

in the Common Room . . . Remember . . 




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OF 1973! 

No. 2, No. 3 



Mr. and Mrs. R.M. Ballantyne 

Mr. Kenneth Binks 

Mr. and Mrs. John Goebbels 

Elmwood Mothers' Guild 

Mr. and Mrs. E.J. Hepworth 

Mr. and Mrs. J. M. Coyne 

Mrs. F.T. Gill 

Mrs. James Davies 

Mrs. H. H. Nixon 

Mrs. C.H. Schofield 

Mr. and Mrs. R.D. Templeton 

Capt. C.P. Nixon 

Mr. and Mrs. W. Peppier 

Mrs. E.O.G. Davies 

Mr. and Mrs. J.C. Whitwill 

Mrs. J. Harwood-Jones 

Mr. and Mrs. T V. Murray 

Mrs. G. F. Carter 

B Gen. and Mrs. G.G. Aldous 

Mrs. F. Gall 

A Friend 

Dr. and Mrs. K J. Laidler 

Cyndi Leigh 

Mr. and Mrs. Peter Bunting 

Mrs. F.S. Martin 

Mr. and Mrs. Paul McGaw 

Mr. and Mrs. E B Gill 

Mrs. Duncan MacTavish 

Dr. and Mrs. M. D Eaglesome 




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