Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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Sally waited till ten o ' clock and when Dickie did not come she threw a shawl about her and walked to the corner where Dickie had told her he would be. It seemed hours after she got there and was looking for him when an old man came up to her and asked what the trouble was, for she was crying. I c-can ' t find my b-brother, ' she sobbed. ' ' What was he like? said a man behind her. He was ten years old, and had a grey cape and sweater. Do you know where he is? she said. A negro happened to be passing and, on overhearing the conversation, said: Why, dat ' s de chile that I seen hit by a motor car and broke his leg. Now, you just come along with me, said the kind old man, and we ' ll soon find him. What did you say his name was? Dickie, she replied, and mine is Sally Gould. Where am I and where is Sally? Oh! and Dickie sank down among his pillows, for his leg hurt. Here I am, said a little voice behind him. Now you must go to sleep, because it is Christmas Eve, and nurse and I have a surprise for you all in the morning. In the next room was a beautiful Christmas Tree, with candles, sugar sticks, silver and gold bells, and, on top of the tree, was the most beautiful star you have ever seen, all ready to be moved into the large ward as soon as the children were asleep. On Christmas morning, in the middle of the ward, was the tree with all the presents round, and best of all was an old man with a long white beard who was dressed in red and standing by the tree. Santa Claus, cried all the children, and indeed it was. All the children got the most beautiful presents. There was a motor car for Dickie and a doll for Sally and many other things, but I think that Sally and Dickie enjoyed it most of all. Don ' t you? JOCELYN WHITE. 8

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with flowers the graves of the soldiers who were killed in the War between the North and the South and in the War with Spain. The next holiday here was another new one to me, the King ' s birthday. The next holiday in the States was the Fourth of July, which I missed the most. It is called Independence Day, because it celebrates the Declaration of Independence from Great Britain. Next to Christmas this is the day the children enjoy most, because they celebrate it with a great deal of noise, with firecrackers large and small, and horns and cap-pistols and torpedoes. In the evening they have all kinds of fire-works. The first of July was Dominion Day here and I thought it was going to be something like our Fourth of July but it seemed very quiet. It is very nice to have a holiday every month in the Summertime, for in New York they don ' t have any in August and here we have the Civic Holiday. Labour Day here is the same as in the United States, the first Monday in Septem- ber. In October in the States there is a holiday, the twelfth, which is Columbus Day. It is to celebrate the discovery of America by Columbus. Thanksgiving in the States is the last Thursday in November. I was so surprised when I heard that it was the tenth of November here. Election Day in the States is another holiday which always comes early in November, and then comes Merry Christmas, which is the same here, there and everywhere. MARION COOLIDGE. THE POOR BOY ' S CHRISTMAS It was Saturday night, two days before Christmas, and Dickie had gone out to sell papers, (and to look in the shop windows) to try and see if he could earn enough money to buy a gift for his little sister Sally, who lived alone with him in a little shanty in the poorer district. Paper, Sir, he cried, darting out to the middle of the road. Be careful! Step back, Run for your life, were all the things that Dickie heard, but he did not care as long as he could sell his papers. Get out of the road, cried a man, but Dickie heard no more, for a motor car had knocked him down and broken his leg. 7

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HOW TIMMY BECAME GRAY A squirrel called Timmy lived in a very big oak tree near the woods. Timmy was very clever and did many things to help the farmers. The Winter was coming and Timmy had no home, so he went to live in a farmer ' s sap-house. He made himself a very comfortable home there. Spring was coming and the farmer began to tap the trees. When they brought the sap in to boil they saw Timmy and his little hole. When Timmy knew that they had seen him, he thought he would move. He found a nice little hole in a maple- tree near the sap-house. In the Summer the farmer thought he would paint the shed gray. One night Timmy went over to the shed and, not looking where he was going, jumped right into a pail full of gray paint. He was terribly upset because he had spoilt his beautiful red coat. He scrubbed and scrubbed but could not get it off. And that is how he has kept his gray coat. C. WILSON. HOW THE COAL CAME TO BE Long ago there lived a young girl whose name was Coleen. She had black hair and eyes, and she loved and was very kind to all people. She was a great friend of all wild animals and loved the forest. One year the Winter became very cold and wet, and she used to take wood and warm rugs and clothes to the poor people. One day Coleen became ill and when she died all the forest creatures came and brought nuts and many little forest flowers. A few years after a man was digging and he found some hard black substance at the foot of a tree. On this he built a fire. Finding that it burned he took it home, and remembering how Coleen had brought them wood he called it coal. It has been called this ever since. S. BOWMAN. 9