Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA 19 A dear little breeze came to dance, and played, On his pipe the sweetest of notes But while he was leaping so lightly and gay, A mischievous rain cloud came by Thought of a naughty trick he could play To make poor little breezelet cry. But Pimpernel guesses what he was going to do And called to the breeze fluttering round ; Come into my cup or you ' ll get wet through, Come into the shelter I ' ve found for you, Or perhaps, little Breeze, you ' ll be drowned. Now Pimpernel ' s heart was filled with sorrow, When he saw what the rain-cloud was going to do, And he folded his petals around the breeze And kept him dry till the rain was through. And the windlet listened to his tale of woe, And jumped into the light with a happy face, For the little red petals had covered him so That the rain had not touched him in any place. Then he rose in the air and flew straight to the king And told him of Pimpernel ' s sorrow, And the King ' s heart was touched for the little red flower And he said: I will see him to-morrow. Now our small flower has many a friend He is as happy as he can be And he ' s loved by all, and this shows in the end, That good deeds are rewarded, you see. N.B. — And the only thing that little Pimpernel had to do in return was to close up his petals when it was going to rain, and that is why it is sometimes called Traveller ' s Weather Glass. F. Coristine, Form V c.

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18 SAMARA Cosmopolitan and College Humour. Most of these short stories are read and forgotten, and with comparatively no thought except to make them good sellers. Most people when thinking of Modern Short Stories think only of the latter class. But short stories can be just as well written, just as worth while, and just as interesting as any novel. Modern Short Stories, like any other fiction, provide a broad field for good or bad reading. u • — Betty Carter, Form VI. Mat. cJh $e vjw ijgt THE LEGEND OF THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL Where the sun-beams dance and play, With the happy blades of grass. When the butterflies bright and gay, Suck honey from flowers, as they pass. There among the blooms so sweet, Grew a lonely little flower red And lonely and forlorn, he ' d seek A flower which would nod its head At him; he was but shunned instead. All around was happiness Yet he alone was sad. For God had given everyone else A playfellow good or bad. One night as he sat dreaming, about, The wonderful land of his hopes,

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20 SAMARA SHADOWS OF THE CENTURIES Joan Gausden, Form VI b.