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“SUCCESS IS NAUGHT: ENDEAVOURS ALL”
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
My best wishes to the next editor and her staff. I hope she will be fortunate enough to
have staff as good as ours.
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 ! " -
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 -
"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
"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.
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
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
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
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-
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
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
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
ABSENT: Brenda Kimmel, Mrs. Biggs
PREP WHO'S WHO
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.
GRADE (5 & 6)
GRADE 5 & 6 FORM NOTES
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
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
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
u>%% old iA/Ho fVj ^ s^dCj
St> many children ^ didn't knou> u>hat to do;
GRADE 7 FORM NOTES
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
Jane S earth
GRADE 8 FORM NOTES:
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.
Tina Kealey Caroline Waudby- Smith
Cordula von Keller
GRADE 9 FORM NOTES
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.
Jane Ann Me Burney
GRADE 10 FORM NOTES
He a tlier McIntosh
Mrs. Haroood- Jones.
GRADE 12 FORM NOTES
6M BAR BELLES
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
Fundamentals of Life
i sleep only to dream
to dream things without
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
i read only to learn,
to learn things which i still
do not know.
i write only to relate,
to relate things which i
i live only to love,
to love you, not wasting time,
not hurting anyone,
and learning with a
courage to say i am.
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?
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
Time has frozen
And left me cold
The ice upon the clock
On the mantel
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
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.
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
6 P.M. KIDNAPPING BY FRIEDA HI'TCHOCK
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
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
SPRING IS NEARLY HERE
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
AN AUTUMN TREE
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.
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
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
LIFE AND DEATH
"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
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
on the empty beach.
I see it
on the beach
in the sunlight.
To fill the heart
I held the conch shell
To my ear
Imprisoned in this exiled curve
Of Michelangelo pink
rose on white
From a corailed bed.
Deep beyond deepness
Harbouring for centuries
But as I listen
Janice Henry, grade 13
MUSIC AND ME
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
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
THE SONG OF THE DEAD
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.
THE LION ANT) THE MOUSE
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 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
Joy Eaglesome, Prep.
THE RAIN SAYS
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
- silence -
Life is on the table, in
blue on white , and
with one sudden movement,
becomes a crushed
ELm »oo d
I AM THE RAIN
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.
je vais retourner -
mais pas maintenant.
je dois trouver
que j 'ai perdu -
grip, tight, tighter,
let your feelings
flow through your
arms, hands, and
fingers, out onto
flow, free, freer,
ease down and
no longer exists
in your body, it
THE GONDOLIERS - GILBERT AND SULLIVAN, 1973
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.
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
My thanks to Cathy Guthrie and Heather McIntosh for their help as members of the Library Committee.
Head of Library Committee
REACH FOR THE TOP
Cyndi Leigh Daphne Snelgrove Alison Schofield Ara Nixon
PUBLIC SPEAKING CONTEST
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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.
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
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 ,
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 ,
"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. "
JUNIOR SCHOOL SPORTS CAPTAINS
JUNIOR INTERSCHOOL BASKETBALL
TOP ROW: Susan Sourial, Margot Bethune, Inger Whist, Carole Enahoro, Lynn Houwing, Donna Lurtz. BOTTOM
ROW: Akiko Nishiyama, Wendy Mcgillivray, Jennifer Johnston, Susan McColm.
SR. INTERSCHOOL BASKETBALL
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.
JR. INTERSCHOOL BASKETBALL
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
SPORTS DAY ’73
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.
VALEDICTORY ADDRESS 1973
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
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!
CLOSING- JUNE 1973
FORM PRIZES AWARDED FOR TPIE HIGHEST AVER-
AGE FOR THE YEAR
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.
T ara Bell
Carolyn Waudby- Smith
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-
GRADE EIGHT ENGLISH PRIZE Raine Phythian
GRADE EIGHT HISTORY PRIZE Susan Sourial
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.
MOTHERS' GUILD PUBLIC SPEAKING PRIZE
Junior Junior Victoria Gall
Junior Wendy McGillivray
Intermediate Shelagh Hurley
Senior Jennifer Miles
JUNIOR ART AND SEWING: Marie Louise Pawlikowski
INTERMEDIATE ART: Vicky Woods
SENIOR ART: Anne Stevenson
JUNIOR CHOIR: Jennifer Harris
SENIOR CHOIR: Ann Graham
JUNIOR MUSIC: Akiko Nishiyama
SENIOR MUSIC: Virginia Dunsby
THE ELIZABETH TANCZYK SCIENCE PRIZE FOR INTER-
EST: Gordula von Keller
INTERMEDIATE ENGLISH: Shelagh Hurley
INTERMEDIATE MATHEMATICS AND SCIENCE: Debbie
INTERMEDIATE HISTORY (outstanding improvement):
INTERMEDIATE COMMERCIAL PRIZE: Deborah Baxter
JUNIOR FRENCH PRIZE: Virginia Lamont
ROTHWELL 5C ENGLISH PRIZE: Carolyn Waudby-Smith
BELLRINGERS PRIZE: Judy Martin
LIBRARY MONITOR: Barbara Coyne
SOUTHAM CUP FOR JUNIOR ENDEAVOUR
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
SYMMINGTON INTER HOUSE BASKETBALL SENIOR: Fry
JUNIOR SCHOOL INTER HOUSE BASKETBALL: Keller
SENIOR INTER HOUSE VOLLEYBALL: Fry
INTER HOUSE SPORTS CUP: Fry
WILSON SENIOR SPORTS CUP: Daphne Snelgrove
DUNLOP INTERMEDIATE SPORTS CUP: Shelagh Hurley
FAUQUIER JUNIOR SPORTS CUP: Lynne Huowing
CROWDY-WEIR BANTAM SPORTS CUP: Vicky Gall and
MAYNARD SPORTSMANSHIP CUP: Wendy MacPhee
PHYSICAL EDUCATION GOLD MEDAL: Shelagh Hurley
HOUSE HEAD AWARDS: Fry-Wendy Hampson
Nightingale - Anne Perley-Robertson
MATRICULATION GEOGRAPHY PRIZE: Lourdes Jimenez
JUNIOR MATRICULATION MATH PRIZE (outstanding effort):
GREENBLATT JUNIOR MATRIC ENGLISH PRIZE: Elizabeth
FIRESTONE 5A MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE: Sandra Kova-
SENIOR MATRICULATION MATH PRIZE: Daintry Smith
SENIOR MATRICULATION LATIN PRIZE: Cathy Ashton
SENIOR MATRICULATION SPANISH PRIZE: Pat Lynch- Staunton
SENIOR MATRICULATION GERMAN PRIZE: Talitha Fabricius
SENIOR MATRICULATION BIOLOGY PRIZE: Daphne Snelgrove
SENIOR MATRICULATION HISTORY PRIZE: Susan Laroque
SENIOR MATRICULATION ENGLISH PRIZE: Janice Henry
SENIOR MATRICULATION FRENCH PRIZE: Nancy Gall
SENIOR MATRICULATION CLASSICS PRIZE: Nancy Gall
HIGHEST PROFICIENCY IN 6 UPPER ARTS: Nancy Gall
HIGHEST PROFICIENCY IN 6 UPPER SCIENCES: Daintry Smith
FORM MISTRESS'S PRIZE GRADE 13: Cathy McEwen
GRAHAM FORM TROPHY: Grade 13
HOUSE TROPHY: Fry
EDWARD'S PRIZE FOR GOOD GENERAL IMPROVEMENT: Mimi
ALL ROUND CONTRIBUTION TO SCHOOL LIFE: Jane Nicholls
BEST OFFICER'S CUP: Wendy Hampson
OLD GIRLS' HOUSE MOTTO PRIZE
Fry "Friendship to all" Alison Schofield
Keller "Fair Play" Heather Nesbitt
Nightingale "Not for Ourselves Alone" Lourdes Jimenez
Winner: Lourdes Jimenez
EWING CUP FOR CHARACTER: Gail Sadler
GAIL SADLER: Ewing Cup for Character
When we meet again,
You all in white,
I smelling of orchards,
When we meet -
Some of us . . .
Together for the last time.
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MRS. CHANCE AND SOME MEMBERS OF HER JUNIOR SCHOOL
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
THE GRADUATION DANCE JUNE 2, ’73
THEME FOR THE GRADUATES
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
PLEASE - Give generously!
Dale? With a drink?
Charming hostess with lovely guests
MEMORIES . .
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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