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

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As you can guess, Mother soundly spanked her wayward son for his escapade, and marched him off to bed. Butch once a- gain managed to throw our silent Sinday at¬ mosphere right of the window. Once again, Mother sat down to rest her weary bones. But Butch had not yet been quelled. Down the stairs drifted his sweet voice, ‘Hey, Mom! I ' m starved! Can I have some food?’ Poor Mother! Now Butch is at the kit¬ chen table and is making ‘cakes’ out of his jam and bread by stuffing it into his milk. Finally Mother courageously inquires, ‘Butch, why did you make so much trouble fo r mommy? ’ Without any hesitation, Butch glibly answers, ‘But Mommy, if I had asked you, you would have said no! Es tel 1 e Go rdon Grade IX, Room 13 IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT On cold dark nights when the wind blows s tron g, And the church bells ring with an eerie gon g, The witches chant their evil scng, In the valley of the Dead. Past the graves in the dead of night, A horseman rides with the speed of light, And not on his neck, but still in sight, He holds his ghostly head. At twelve o’clock when all is still, When tjie spirits come and go at will, The bright moon shines on the haunted mi 11, While the bats take to the air. Th en all at once the morning comes, The sun burns hot, with its yellow flame, The spooks are through with their frighten¬ ing games, And the wol ves slink back to th ei r 1 ai rs. Pat Tho r val dson Audrey Saunders Grade ' Vi I I, Boom 22 ALONE IN THE HOUSE A dark and lonely night was ahead for me. My mother had tried t o get me to go with her an cl Dad to A m ty Alice’ s, but I had insisted on staying at home. I had ex¬ pected my brother home before dark, but he had phoned to tell me that h was staying overnight at his friend’s house. Thi s was sho oki ng news! To calm my nerves, I retired to ned to read Vau It. o 1 Ho rro r Coini c Ta le s. All of a sudden I heard a mysterious tapping noise. It was coming from up¬ stairs, and sounded as if someone were try¬ ing to get into the house. I was scared! I broke into a cold sweat. I didn’t know what to do! Finally I decided that tlie best thing to do was tc hide. I ran to my parents’ bedroom. I saw the bed, and crawled under it very quietly. There I stayed for a long time. My body felt numb and cramped from the hard cold floor. Th e noise hadn’t stopped yet! I was afraid that someone might get in, find me, rob me, or kill me. After an interminable time my parents came home. I rushed to them and told them about the strange- tapping noises. My father said it was nothing but to please me, he went upstairs with me. To my sur¬ prise we found the answer to what was making the strange tapping noises. Lost, and tapping on the wi n do wpan e - wi t h its beak trying to get in was our neigh bo ur’s pet pigeon. I guess you know that pigeons can ’ t see in the dark! Ba rba ra Buh r THE HAIL EM GLOBETRDTTERS Last year I saw the best basketball game I have ever seen. The star team was the Harlem Globetrotters, an all Negro team, who played against the Winnipeg Pau¬ lin s. To start the game th e Globetrotters whistled and did rhythmic playing to ‘Sweet Georgia Brown’. All during the game they did stunt passes, dribbles and many comic plays. Some o 1 the players were very tall and others quite short. This contrast gave an amusing lilt to th e game. During the game one of th e players was supposed to have ruined a ball so he went to the bench to get another. Everyone was all set for his throw into the basket, but hal fway to the basket the ball returned to him. He had an elastic tied to the ball One of the players is an expert dribbler and wa s .d ri bbl i n g the ball so close to the ground he was on his knees, l ' h e other pi ay e rs all c ro wded around so » close they lost their balance and landed in a h eap.

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THE FI air FOH LEADERSHIP A QUIET SUNDAY WITH MOTHER »Jack was visiting his uncle in Alber- ta. His uncle had a very large cattle ranch. One day he was out riding with the other ran ch hands ' going to get th e c a t tl e fo r b ran di n g. He saw a mother cow with her yearling cal 1 runn in g th ro ugh a ravine. ‘I’ll get them, ’ he exclaimed! Off he dashed after the cow and her yearling calf. He followed them through a maze of rocks and gullies. Du t suddenly they disappeared He went a- round the bend in the trail and there be¬ fore his eyes was a great waterfall. Where had they gone? They certainly couldn’t have gone up the waterfalls. Then he saw a small opening behind the falls. He got off his horse and quickly ran through the opening. There was a tun¬ nel leading downard. Jack decided to follow it. Down and down he went. Soon it was get tin glighter. Su ddenly he heard the shrill spine-chilling neigh of a wild s tall ion. lie came out in a vast canyon with beautiful tall pines, and a fresh, clear brook that seemed to come out of nowhere. Then he saw them. They were a band o f horses bays, blacks, brow ns, greys, pintos and ail sorts of horses. But above all of them on a little shelf was a beautiful white stallion who had magnificent porpor- tions that fitted him like a T’. Anybody could tell he was the kingof this band of ho rses. hut suddenly, piercing the cold still¬ ness came a neigh that was j ust as strong as the one Jack just heard. It came from a beautiful red stallion who shone like a brilliant star. He was standing about five-h indred yards away. Suddenly lhe was ruining right to wards the white stallion The white stallion herded the horses to¬ gether and ran them over against the canyon wal 1. There was going to be a fight for leadership. Both stallions met out on the green grass. Slowly they circled each other. Then the- red stallion lunged. But the white stallion deftly sidestepped and planted two powerful hind legs in the red stallion’s ribs. The red stallion came back quickly. Both horses went up on their hind legs and started to bite and slash each other. Soon both horses were cut and bleeding and almost exhausted. But sudden¬ ly the red stallion slipped and fell. The red stallion was down! The white stallion was quick to press his advantage. With flashing hooves he swept in pumelling the red stal 1 lonwith blow after blow. Sudden¬ ly the red stallion was still. The white stallion was still master and lord of his ban d. Jack completely forgot about the cow and her yearling calf. Quickly he ran back to th e other ran ch h aids. Roy wh a t a s to ry he ' d have to tell! Garry Lahoda Grade VI I , Room 27 The Gordon house is resting. It is midday, and since it is also Sunday, Mother is relaxing for the first time since the Sunday before. Brother Butch is playing outside. Suddenly, with feminine intuition, long-suffering Mother senses a rather omi¬ nous ring in this queer silence. The Gor¬ don household is usually booming with bed¬ lam. There is always a too-loud radio, or Butch screaming at the tppofhis lungs (I think he’s destined to he an opera singer) or my two young sisters quarrelling over the ownership of the paper. We never have a d ul 1 mom en t! hesignedly, Mother rises and walks to the door. Opening it, she calls several times; ‘Butch, Butch.’ But only silence greets her ears. Something is wrong. Out of the door and do wn the walk by the side of the house, Mother wends her way. And there, before her eyes, is her angelic four-year old son. ‘Hi, Mom.’ he says, as he continues busily digging a hole at the house foundation, working as in¬ dustriously as a laborer who is going to receive his ‘pot of gold’ at the end of the day. But one moment; Where is the mud of his labours? Uh - Oh - ! The basement win¬ dow is open. Oh - No? Ob, yes, you’ ve guessed it! Butch has heaved all the mud which he has dug right into the basement. There it lies, in one great, sticky heap. Another job for Mother! While Mother is trying to recover, Butch has gone flying down the street like a house afire, yelling (true to form) - ‘No, no. Mommy, please don’t hit me! ’ The scandalized neighbours, so severely jolted in their Suiday righteousness immediately surmised that here was a woman who beat her son! (Oh that poor, dear little lamb.)

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At the end of the game they pretended they were playing baseball. One of the players, who was tli e batter, swung his arms around only t( hit another player in the chin and knock him over. 1 hope I can see another of their games soon because I r ea 11 y ‘ enj oy ed their playing and stunts more th ai anything else. Lottie Schubert Grade VIII, Room 22 HI STORY Long ago there were kings weak and strong, Some ruled wisely and some nile d wrong. They ruled the land for miles around, To which the serfs and si aves were bound. Th e slaves worked hard for their lord all day, For which they did not receive any pay. Their houses were made out of mitd and s t r a w, They had no freedom and obeyed every law. Linda J on sso n G r a de VII, Ro o m 17 A STRANGE PAPER People think papers don’t jump, but I still do. One day when I was walking home from school I noticed a paper with tunnies on it. I stooped to pick it up an d i t jumped away from me. I just thought the wind had blown it so I stooped to pick it up again and the same thing happened. A- gain and again it happened and I was be¬ ginning to be frightened. I thought there was a ghost or something. So I called my friends over to see it and they were scared too. We got a man over to sed the strange pap e t and lie laughed. He uncovered th e pa¬ per and there was a 1 i 11» le frog. We all laughed and we set off for hone. Now, when I pick up a paper, I know if it jumps that it is not a ghost or a goblin but a lrog. Terry Lazenby Grade VII, Room 19 WILD PALOMINO As gold as the corn that grows in the fi e Id, With heart, speed, and stature that never wi 11 y i el d ; With a creamy white tail so silky and fine, Is a golden palomino that I call mine. As free as the breeze is this wild one all ’ ro und. He roams on the plains, that green grassy groun d; A leader of leaders this horse is for sure, For his blood’s of the finest Arabian p ur e. Let never this wild one be taken from th ere, Where every wild stallion does roam with his ma r es; For he’d never be happy under saddle and all, ’Cause he loves his wild freedom, spring, summer and fall. Brenda Stevenson Grade VII, Room 17 He’s my dog, four legs and a tail, Reckless vagabond just out of jail. Shoebutton eyes, nose too long, Makes your head ache when he sings his song. Just a lot of dog-no pedigree. All kinds of branches on his family tree. Tears up gardens, chases cats, Tracks in mud on mum’s mats. Sleeps all day, eats like a hog, Absol utel y worthless but He’ s my dog! Heather Sorensen Grade VII, Room 27