Earl Grey School - Triangle Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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INTRODUCTION TO THE LITERARY SECTION The literary section in a year book is very important. A yearbook must have an account of events of the past year, but literary work shows work of the imagina¬ tion . While sports activities satisfy our physical needs, music, art and literature provide the mind with enjoyment, thought, and an opportunity of expressing ideas through these mediums. It is necessary therefore, for us to learn to read and write wc.ll, and, in so doing, to learn skill in self expression. This is important in our future life when we enter the working world. In Canada to¬ day there are many opportunities for the reading of good books and the appreciation of li terature. In choosing the contributions, legibi¬ lity of writing, clarity of detail, use of descriptive words, and interest value, were the qualities considered. Some of these contributions are published in conjunction wi th a Literary Contest held by the Commit¬ tee, and others were taken from the regular class work as being outstanding. Each grade is represented in this Section. We sincerely hope that the reading of these selections will prove as enjoyable to you as it did to the members of the Year Book Staff working on it. Ba rbara Gray AN UNFORTUNATE REMARK My name is Pierre Francois. I am writing from a dungeon of the Concierge prison in Paris. It is very hard for me to write. I must use a shirt for paper, blood for ink, and a sharp twig for a pen. The reason I am writing this is so that some¬ one, somewhere, may find it, read it, and sympathize with me. In that way I may be remembered by at least one person. I do so much want to be remembered. This year is 1790. That is all I know. I have lost track of time. I believe it will soon be dawn. I detect a smal l ray of light trickling through the solitary window so high upon the wall of the dungeon. It is the- ' last dawn I shall ever see, f cr this morning I am to di e, on the guillotine, all because o f o ne unfortunate remark. A slip of the tongue, that was all. Before I begin, I must say that I al¬ ways have been, and stil l am a strong sup¬ porter of the monarchy. However, I am no t particularly brave, and o, after the re¬ volution, wh en supporters of the King were being executed by the hundreds, I pretended to be a supporter of the Republic. How¬ ever, the Republicans were making many in¬ quiries, and my position was becoming rather precarious, when I happened to run into a boyhood friend that I had known back in the town of Ajaccio, on the island of Corsica, where I was born. As he had not seen me for many years, he did not suspect that I was, in reality, a monarchist, and took me into his home. When inquiries were made, he vouched for m}

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ROOM 11 cont. ROY JOHNSON Roy is a new boy in our school. Hut he’s seldom shy as a rule. He worked on scenery for the play — Then started to study in the month of May. BILL KELLY He’s short and thin, with sparkling brown eyes. He works very hard and often tries To amuse us all with a joke or two And help us in class if our talents are few. WAYNE KELLY Wayne Kelly is a very good friend of ours He helps us all for hours and hours. He is a very quiet lad, and fine — One of the gentlemen in our grade nine. WALTER KOLOMAYA Walter Kolomaya is active in games — We do not remember all his nicknames. He’s always laughing in our class But sometimes he’s afraid he may not pass. JACK RADY Jack certainly isn’t the scholar of our grade nine But in the Operetta, his singing was fine. By twenty to nine he’s in the school — And then he gets scolded as a rule. JIM RALPH We liked having Jim in our grade nine Because he helped us have a good time. He’s liked by everyone we know But sometimes we think he’s a little slow. PETER TODD Peter helped with the scenery in our play. You’ll see him at baseball every day. He’s the chap with the coal black hair, Who never seems to have a care. EDWIN YOUNG Edwin works in school with all his might. His report card shows that he is quite bright, lie is a cheerful, popular lad — But sometimes his jokes mal e us quite sad. GILBERT LAM0T1IE In our room there’s a boy called Gil Who pals around with Ken and Bill. He worked on the scenery for our play, And helped with the stage on the great day. ken McDonald Ken is quite a capable lad. He painted our scenery and we were glad. He does his work quite well in school, But sometimes disobeys a rule. GARNET McKAUGHAN Though some of us think that Garnet is shy, There are many others that wonder why, In class he rarely speaks a word But in the halls he’s easily heard. BILL MILLER Bill Miller is the coach of a baseball team. When his players do well, you should see him beam. He’s here most of the year at five to nine, But once in a while he arrives on time. BILL NELSON Carefree and happy is our Bill, Who sometimes works with a very good will. He’s the boy with the blond, wavy hair, Who never seems to have a care. BOB PODOLSKI Bob is a friend to everyone — With scenery for the Mikado he had some fun. In shops he is always very gay But he never has too much to say.

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loyalty to the revolutionists. He, him¬ self, occupied an important position in the army, and was steadily making a name for himself across France. I don’ t know if you’ve ever heard cf him. He goes by the name of Napoleon Bonaparte. I enjoyed those days when we talked ever old times back on Corsica. He told me of his adven¬ tures since leaving Ajaccio to go to mili¬ tary school. However, unperceived by me, he was becoming rather suspicious of my loyalty. While pretending to make innocent conversation, he was, in reality, question¬ ing me closely. The fateful moment came when he asked me this seemingly question. ‘Tell me, Pierre, how did you come to 1 eave Aj accio?’ ‘Oh, I had to leave when my parents disowned me’, I started. I stopped quick¬ ly, horrified; but it was too late. Napo¬ leon bore down on me. ‘Pierre, why did they disown you 9 ’ I was desperate. I di dn ' t know what to say. I just sat there in agony. The sil ence was in bearabl e. ‘Answer me, Pierre! ’ His voice cut the silence with a terrifying sharpness, which seemed to drive me to hysteria! ‘Because I helped overthrow the mon¬ archy! ’ I shrieked, and threw myself at his feet, babbling for mercy. Napoleon, his ruthless character standing out, had me taken away, stil 1 begging for mercy. One sentence, just one little sentence and I am doomed. Well, no more time to think about it new. It is dawn, and I think I hear the guard approaching. Good¬ bye, unjust world, I trust you will not miss me too greatly. Donald Wink 1e r Grade. IX, Room 13 THE WICKED SPELL Under a toadstool sat a fairy. She must have been a Queen because a miniature crown stood upright on her golden hair. There were a few dangling bells on her glass slippers. To my amazement, I saw a tiny tear trickle down her cheek. I quiet¬ ly spoke a word to her, afraid I might scare her if I talked loudly. I little startled, she jumped from her position. Then she replied, ‘I am lost.’ ‘Why, what happened?’ I asked. ‘Once I was in love with a little pix¬ ie, whom I was about to marry. A wicked dwarf changed my lover into a pixie which flew away. Then he changed my village into toadstools and me into a wild rose. As soon as someone would pick me and toss me away, I would change back to my nor mal self. When the dwarf dies, the spell over my people will be broken. But, alas, it cannot be done.’ ‘‘Why can ' t you break this evil spell? ' I asked. 4 You are a fairy again.’ ‘Yes,’ she sakd. ‘A child came into the woods and picked me. She put me in her hair. She walked and walked until she came to a road which descended into a valley. A twig got .caught in her hair. She jerked her head and I fell to the ground. I ran and ran until I dropped underneath this very to ads tool . ’ Just then a twig moved, an d I saw the dwarf appear. The fairy screamed. The dwarf began to cast another spell. An ea¬ gle dropped from the sky. There was a scream and then all was still. There be¬ fore us stood the pixie. And from the toadstool streamed the fairy village. How happy I was! The fairy and the pixie got married, and 1 went home smiling. If you see a toadstool, look under it. You might see a fai ry. Noreen Deuling Grade IV, Room 9 A LOST 001N One day last summer I went to a carni¬ val. I had about give dollars with me, not including a silver dollar that I carried a- round as a good luck charm. After gping on cided to go into the Horror House. I was wa Iking around the pitch dark room with skeletons and ghosts popping out every second of the time when a section of the floor gave away. The next thing I knew I was whizzing down a slide. I hit the bottom with a jolt and found that this un- dergro ind chamber was more fri gh tenin g‘than the upper one. About fifty yards away was a luminous sign which indicated the exit. I walked outside and decided to go in¬ to the Maze of Mirrors whe «n I discovered that my silver dollar was missing. I pre¬ sumed that I had lost it in the Horror House and I had to get it back some way. I went to a shooting gallery and asked the attendant if he would let me borrow one of the flashlights as a prize! He was very suspicious, however, and made me put up my watch for security. Soon I was on the top floor of the Horror House looking for the trapdoor. 1 brushed past an object and shined my flash¬ light on it. I was standing face-to-face with a skeleton! I no sooner recovered from my fright when I found myself grap¬ pling with Frank en s ti en ! I pushed him away and saw the trapdoor. I stepped on i t cau¬ tiously, and soo n I was standing in the sand of the underground section. I found my silver dollar and saw that I wasn ' t the only one who hasllost money down there.