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

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THE CIVIL DEFENCE EXHIBITION Besides finding my si»Jver dollar I found six one-dollar bills in the sand, and other change altogether amounting to $15.80. My silver dollar was really a good 1 u ck charm. Ri ck y Kidd Grade VII, Room 10 A LOST RING Once mother lost her diamond ring. She almost cried. Mother asked her chil¬ dren to help find the ring. They looked everywhere but couldn’t find it. One day they were looking for it and they found it. They were so happy they jumped with gladness. Then all of a sudden they realized that the next day was their mother’s birthday. So they ran into the house and upstairs and wrapped the ring up. The next aay they gave i t to their mother. Mother hao a happy birthday. Donna Carriere Grade III, Room 1 Once there was a monkey who always played tricks on old ladies. Once he took some one’s hat and he ran away with it. Then a person ran after him. He ran into a house and hid in a closet. The lady looked for him and she couldn’t find him. So she wen t a way. John Babiak, Grade 11, Room 6 I was fortunate enough to be chosen a- long with three other St. John’s Ambulance Cadets, to act as a casualty in the Civil Defence Exhibition which was held at H. M. C. S. Chippewa. Two girls from our divi¬ sion were to go one night and two girls the n ext. My partner, Gail Stevenson and I went on the second night. We were told to wear an old pair of slacks or blue jeans. We were handed dilapidated shirts which made us look bad enough before we even had our makeup on. Gail was to be a walking case suffering from a shock, and burns on her face. I was to be a stretcher case suffer¬ ing fran cuts to my face caused by flying glass. I was supposed to have been found semi - con sci ou s. It took about half an hour to apply the makeup to each victim. We hardly re¬ cognized ourselves, and I’m sure the spec¬ tators must have thought that we looked gh o s tl y . One boy was made u p to look as i f he had a wound in his abdomen. It was so ef¬ fective that several spectators fainted when they saw him. It didn’t bother me be¬ cause I had watched them make him up. All stretcher cases were lowered out of a second storey window of a makeshift house. It was rather exciting. The walk¬ ing cases were helped out of the building by men wearing civil defence uniforms. All cases were diagnosed by a doctor, and cards were attached around at the patients’ necks bearing identification, and information a- bo ut the place found and the treatment gi v en. After the demonstration, movies o f an Atom Bomb Test were shown. We learned much about the action to be taken under danger¬ ous circumstances. Pa t Bowman Grade IX, Room 13 A STRANGE DREAM One night I dreamt that I went to a circus in the clouds. I dreamt that I met a clown whose name was Red Nose. I met a giant who was very tall. I sat on his thumb. He was very lonesome. I met Daffo¬ dil. She was a trapeze artist. She had a trapeze made of stardust. I met the lady with the needle who made the circus cos¬ tumes. She wanted to sew me to a cloud. Fortunately I heard a loud noise which wak¬ ened me. A chair had fallen! Baraara Kossats Grade V,Room 23

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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.

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HANDS Baby hands, so dainty white, Upon the pillow in th e n i gh t, Delicate and tiny; helpless there, Delicate and tiny; helpless there, Children’s hands, with mud pies stained, With cuts and scratches often pained. Exploring, learning all the day, Of the strange new world and the Way. He is coming towards us now to drive me back to my home, but you are far richer than I am, you know. ’ ‘Ah,’ said the hobo, 4 why do you people always give us that line. You make me sick. What do you mean? how am I richer than you?’ ‘Well,’ said the old gentleman, as his caauffeur took his arm, ‘you see, I ' m bl in d. Stranger hands, maturing fast, Children’s fancies now gone past, Busy in sport and delights of youth, Seeking knowledge , life, and truth. Working hands, sewing, mending. Young lives entrusted to their tending. Carefully shaping, smoothing, molding. The delicate clay that they are holding. Aged hands, most beautiful of all, Clasped in prayer at evening call; Each line and wrinkle etched by life. Speaks of Service and Sacrifice. Barbara Gray Gra de IX, Room 13 The church clock struck on a lovely May morning, and in a small park nearby, spring was in all its glory. Mothers were outside with their babies, and children were playing on the grass. The park benches were all occupied and on one, I noticed an elderly gentleman with hands clasped on his walking stick. He was en¬ gaged in earnest conversati m with another elderly man who was obviously a hobo. I drew nearer and heard part of their dis- cu s sion. ‘Yes’, said the Hobo, ‘It’s all right for you rich people coming into the park here, wanting to talk to us poor fellows but we don’ t want pity, if that’s what you have in mind. Why don t you stay in your own garden and mind your own business?’ My dear man, you should not be so bitter,’ spoke the well dressed gentleman. ‘It is true that I have a lovely garden, at home and a chauffeur to drive me about. Pat Smi th Grade VIII, Room 20 A, B, C’s of Room 13 A is for the angels in Room 13. B is for the brains we’d like to be. C is for the characters you find in our room. D is for our door that always goes boom! E is for the energy we lose in P. T. F is for the frolic, fun and glee. G is for the giggjJes when in room 21. H is for the hopeless, of course there are none! I is for the imperatives which we don’t o bey. J is for the jokes on April Fools Day. K is for those dashing knights, are there any? L is for Latin which troubles many. M is for the Mikado which was a success. N is for the notes that leave us no rest. 0 is for the omelet we made in the cooking room. P is for the pupils who graduate in June. Q is for our Ruler who is Supreme - S for Mr. Stark is the one we mean. T is for the tempers our teachers try to co n trol. U is for University that is our main goal. Vis for volleyball of which we are champs. W is the way to school that we must tramp. X is for the X-rays we had this year. Y is for the yams that we always hear. Z is zero that may we 1 l bring tears. Betty Shale My m a Ly syk Room 13.