Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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30 SAMARA JUNieRS UNCLE FUSSER AND THE BROKEN HYDRANT Uncle Fusser jumped out of bed, dressed and tore down the stairs. Mrs. Fusser was just putting his breakfast on the table. I ' m late, he yelled. It ' s only eight o ' clock. How could you be late ? You don ' t have to be at work till ten! said Mrs. Fusser. I know, I know! screamed Mr. Fusser. But I have to be there at seven today because I have to do more work than usual. So please, please get me my breakfast and don ' t stand there gawking. Half an hour later Mr. Fusser clashed out the door. Mrs. Fusser called something after him but he was in too much of a hurry to listen. If he only had listened he would have had no trouble getting to work. There was no bus for half an hour and when one did come it didn ' t stop. So Mr. Fusser walked. He was walking along when he suddenly fell over a hydrant. There he lay on one side of the broken hydrant. All at once a lady came out of a house and took him into her house. It was an hour before he could get out of her clutches. And when he at last reached the office, it was shut. Then he fainted. When he opened his eyes he was in bed, his own bed. Mrs. Fusser was standing by his side. My dear Mr. Fusser, she said. When you rushed out of the house this morning I called after you that it was April Fool ' s and that you didn ' t have to go to work and when your employer said you had to be at work at seven he was only joking. Mr. Fusser stared at her and there we will leave him staring at Mrs. Fusser with his eyes open wide. MoiRA Nolan, Aged 10 I AM FLUFFY TIM I am a little white kitten. My name is Fluffy Tim. I live with a kind little girl. One day she went some place. I got very lonesome, so I made up my mind that I ' d go and look for her. So I went out and looked for her. But I got lost. Soon it began to rain. It began to thunder too. Poor me! My coat got wet. I had a terrible time. But just then something strange happened. Can you guess what ? I saw Mary Ann, my kind little owner. When she saw me she was amazed. Why how in the world did you get out of the house ? She couldn ' t under- stand my language. So I couldn ' t tell her how it all happened. But she didn ' t care and she took me home. I had a saucer of warm milk and had a bath and got all dried and warm and I never looked for my mistress again when she went out. Jill Woods, Aged 8

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KINDERGARTEN AND TRANSITION 1944-4S LUCY DURNFORD, ANDREA ROWLEY, ANNE WINFIELD, lENEPHER HOOPER, TRICIA LAUGHARNE, JUDY HARRIS (Nursery School), GALE CHARLESON, MARTHA KNIGHT, LINDA JACKSON, SUSAN HARRIS, SUSAN BRAIN, Absent— VICKY BRAIN