St Johns Ravenscourt School - Eagle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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V 1 W j I r , i ! n BACK ROW, Left to Right: Dickson, Shore, Morris, Mr. Beare, Webster. MIDDLE ROW: McGee, McMorris, Johnson, Gosko, Milne, Hammond, Wallace, Beaton. FRONT ROW: Heffelfinger, Dickson, Boult, Stein, Barnes.

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JIM ZIMBITT - A TRAMP Jim Zimbitt had long hair — very annoying hair, which fell right down to his chest. When he brushed it, the first movements his head made it fall over his face. His hair was brown and bushy. He aslo wore a top hat which was so big that when he put it on his head, it slipped right down to his nose, where it stopped. He had an enormous amount of freckless; in fact it looked as though he was wear ing a mask. Jim had very dreamy eyes, for if you came near him, he just might mistake you for a bear. He was very clumsy in everything, could hardly walk, and everything he picked up he dropped. Jim could only go about a yard in two minutes. Jim was dressed in rags and tatters. He had enor¬ mous boots which came off on their own free will which made him quite annoyed. He carried a stick to which was tied a handerchief. His age is twenty but he looks about sixty because he is hunch-backed. Jim Zimbitt escaped his old home, where he was badly treated, at the age of nine. He doesn’t even know what a dime looks like, for he has not seen one for eleven years, and if you ask him, he will describe a nickle. He cannot even count and is very stubborn. He will not allow anyone to tell him that he is wrong, for he always says, I’m the right one. Youall are wrong.” PETER HAWORTH - GRADE 5 THE TALKING BRIEFCASE My old briefcase was getting too small for all my books in grade 4, so when I woke up on Christmas morning, I was pleased to see a shiny new brown leather briefcase left for me under the Christmas tree. When school started after the Christmas holidays, I packed my new briefcase with all my books, and just as I was struggling to fasten the lock I thought I heard a noise like Ouch.” I took no notice, but then I was carrying my case to the bus, I heard a little voice say, Oh dear, oh dear.” Who ever was it? I stopped and looked down at my briefcase, because that was where the voice seemed to be coming from. Then I heard it again; Oh dear, these books are too heavy.” I scratched m y head and stared at the case. (I wondered) Can a briefcase really talk?” It sure can, if you put too many books inside it!” came the reply. Oh, I’m sorry.” I said, What can I do to help you?” Take some of these books out, of course.” said the case. You are bursting my lock, and making my sides ache. ” I took two of my big books out of the case and carried them under my arm. Phew!” said the case, That feels much better.” So sorry case,” I said again, but I really didn’t know you could feel or talk. ” I sure can,” answered the case, but the trouble with you boys is that you are never quiet enough to hear. ” Now I treat my briefcase as a friend. His name is Bertie. I only fill him with the books that I really need, so he will not be angry again. JOHN EDWARDS - GRADE 4 THE MAGIC PEN One day a boy called Jim was walking along the road. He was thinking about the end of school, which was only a week away. Suddenly, he saw a pen which was lying on the road. He ran to pick it up as fast as he could because a car was coming. Jim ran to the pen and picked it up, then he ran back to the curb. Now the pen was safe. At school he examined the pen. To his surprise he saw little black stars on it. Something was different about that pen. Then after thinking for a while he remembered; it was a magic pen. So Jim made lots of wishes. Then he made a wish that the pen did not grant. He wished he was king. Jim said: ' Why didn’t you grant my wish?” The pen answered back, I have not granted your wish because it is not right to wish what you are think¬ ing. If you make that wish again, I will leave you for good, and go some other place.” But Jim paid no attention to the pen’s warning and went on making selfish wishes. Finally the pen got fed up with Jim’s wishes and stopped granting them. This made Jim very angry and he said, If you don’t start granting my wishes by tomorrow, I will break you in two and throw you in the rubbish.” When the next day came, the pen had made up its mind and said, I have decided not to grant your wishes because it would ruin my reputation.” So Jim broke the pen and threw it in the rubbish. But he kept a little piece of the pen to help him re¬ member the pen. As for the pen, since it was magic it put itself back together, all the pieces except the piece that Jim kept. So if you should see or find a pen with stars on it and a little piece of it happens to be missing, you shall know which pen it is. PAUL FINKEL - GRADE 4

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