Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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The old shoes were resting at his bedside now. It was early dusk and the two had just finished a long day ' s tramp over difficult paths of mud and stone and tree-roots. They had not been placed carefully side by side, with their mud-caked heels touching, but lay where they had fallen, in a natural attitude of ease. Their soft leather was folded with age, and they bore an air of lax relief, as if they were very tired. And yet there was a certain dignity, a certain familiarity about them— especially the right foot. There was a sadness seen as their tongues drooped and in the care- less way their laces hung. They had once been handsome brown walking boots— square of toe, with thick heels and sturdy sides: a pair of soldiers well- equipped, young and eager for challenge, ready to do battle. Now, like tired, worn-out veterans, they slept; like two aging mastiffs, waiting for their master ' s return. Carolyn Jones, 6M. SIMPLE MEDITATION Melancholy, sharp unblessed. Sorrow brings fitful unrest. Man and goodliness will strive To keep hope and love alive. We had no worries as a child; Gentle Jesus, meek and mild, Was what we thought, What we were taught. Now we ' re in the midst of turmoil. Watching, wondering, wandering, pale. Unhappy, unholy, unwanted, alone, Wanting to find our own way home. God is with us, always near us; Always ready to see and hear us; But seldom do we wish to see Him, Blind amidst the futile mayhem. Amidst ourselves we sit alone, All thought of one another gone. Egotistical, unkind. Some love is left but hard to find. But if and when that love ' s returned All evil, malice, sorrow ' s spurned. Love takes hold, and kindness surges Over the earth — all sorrow purges. Maureen O ' Neill, 5B. HOW TO CLEAN YOUR ROOM Start by taking everything out of all your drawers. When everything is piled on your bed, take a carpet sweeper and clean the rug. Next, hang up any clothes that are lying about or put them in your drawers. Then go to your book-case and arrange all your books neatly on your shelves. Next, pull out your drawers and put everything back into them. DO IT NEATLY. Pencil-crayons, paints, pencils and paper go in one drawer. Little odds-and-ends that are fun to keep but don ' t fit anywhere go in another drawer. This way, you will know what is in each drawer and will have no trouble finding it. When you have finished, straighten your bed, pull the wrinkles out of it and fluff up the pillow. Then check your cupboard to see if all your clothes and shoes are neat and tidy. Make sure your curtains are wide open and straight. Then take a dustcloth and dust everything. Finally, if you have pets in your bedroom, see that they are clean and happy, and you are free to go. Joan McCordick, 4B.

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THE TIiMES HERALD It had been a strange evening and as I crawled into bed I was still uneasy. Even the constant flap of the torn wallpaper began to bother me. Su rprising that this particular sound should worry me; it was so familiar I had long ago ceased to notice it. Finally, unable to take it any longer, I turned on the light and tried to glue back the many layers. Memories crowded my thoughts. I remembered my days as a child w hen every summer or winter I would climb onto a chair and patiently paste each peeling layer. When the warmth of the fire in the old stone hearth had caused the wallpaper to pull free it had been my favorite task to glue and re-glue the crumbling coats. But now I was no longer a child; I needed no chair and the job held no enjoyment for me. I was startled by a loud knock on the door. I was a little surprised that anyone was out at that hour but I was totally unprepared for the sight that met my eyes. Outside was a man. He was quite tall with huge heavy-set shoulders and long thin legs. His head was queerly shaped and was supported by a thick fleshy neck, which was buried deep in his massive chest. His hair, which was coarse and black seemed to grow not only over his face but along his neck and hands giving him a sinister appearance. The most terrifying thing about him was a grotesque, empty eye-socket with half an eye-lid covering it. Then in a deep, gutteral voice he spoke. Would you happen to have a November the 14th copy of the Times Herald? I replied that I didn ' t and that I had never heard of any ne T paper of that name in the area. Straining under the effort he muttered two more sentences. My name is Gregory Stark. I must have that paper! Shivering at his repulsiveness I replied that some- one in the village might be able to help him .and rhcn quickly shut and barred the door. The indow had blown open while I had been downstairs and as I entered the room a good sized chunk of wall-paper ripped off the wall, exposing an old yellowed newspaper. Overcome with horror I ripped it off and read the following lines: TIMES HERALD: NOVEMBER FOUR- TEENTH, 1932. VILLAGE SHOCKED AT DEATH OF GREGORY STARK . Paula Lawrence, 5B.