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

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GRADE 5, Miss J.H. McKinnon, Room 23 BACK ROW L-R ' GLENNA, NYQUEST, JENNY MACK, IRENE CHABLO, MAUREEN MYRON.MAE MULLENS. KATIE BERGEN, VALERIE ERICKSON MARLENE VERBECK, JOAN INCH. THIRD ROW L-R: MISS MACKINNON. JOHN WHITE, ALLAN GARDINER, ROLAND LEDOYAN, LORNE LACHANCE, GERALD POPE, EDMUND SIWIK, FRED MILLER, LESLIE HOWARD, DAVID BETTESS. SECOND ROW L-R: DOUGLAS FOX, CHARLES WOOD, DENNIS BUCKO, RONALD SENKIW, JACK SCOTT, MARGARET UHRYN, JO-ANN SPIERS, JUDITH SAUNDERS, ESTHER WOLFE. FIRST ROW L R: BARBARA KOSSOTS, FLORENCE ANDERSON. LINDA BERZANSKI, CAROLE KUSMACK, PATSY MUNDAY, GLORIA PERRY, CAROLYN McSHANE. MISSING: DENNIS WEST. A STRANGE DREAM One night I dreamt that I circus in the clouds. I dreamt a clown whose name was Red Nose, giant who was very tall. I sat wen t to a that I met I me t a on hi s 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 tumes. She wanted Fortunately I heard i ened me. A chaii Grade V, R,om 23 made th e circus CO s- me to sew to a cloud. ' a loud noise whi ch wak- : had fallen! Ba rbara Kossa t s

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GRADE 4, Mi ss A.G. Balderstone, Room 9 KEITH GARBUTT JIMMY MARR, BACK ROW L-R: DONNA E pFRRTq M ' ) MJR ' Sn??S D ??.’T ?t = RE , D PA TTERSON, SANDRA ARMITAGE teKK? carriere kennie SSkSSEf SMI ™’ R0SEMARIE P0EEP CENTRE ROW L-R: RAINER KYRITZ, BARBARA MCKAY, JUDY OLINKIN, BRIAN WHITTAKER NFTI c u a w ? rBrAYr A D E rES AV gK,MVs R S NE B S A ' L DVR K S E T0gL-° RK ’ S A r III V E K M ,!? ? ' A S S S!i . FRONT ROW L-R: CAROLE ATKINS, CHERYL O’KOPSKI, JEANETTE TREMBLAY PAT KFIIFT vtpptnta P S H aJ P A S CR J A K S fiYN STU W?N A?°E ZYK ' E ?f fc R A I N k ' 0 5 I p K S 0 E ll V 3 J S l £ E R . MISSING: GERRY FOSTER. the cherry tree Once upon a time there was A lovely tree of cherries And my a pretty tree it was, Cause it belonged to fairies. One day two little children came, Their names were Tom and Gerry. The fairies did not mind at all, Because they were so merry. At last they got tired of picking, So they called their sister Mary, She came running with two empty pails She had borrowed from the dairy. She ran home with the cherries, And made a lovely pie. Then took it to the fairies, As a special treat to try. Virginia Philips, Grade.IV, Room 9 In summer time we like to swim Down at the beach each day, But when our mother says we can’t We like to romp and play. Along the beach we run and dance And bounce our beach-ball high, But when the night begins to fall We all begin to cry. Barbara Limmert, Grade IV, Room 9 FAIRIES F a irie s are such tiny th ings That run about at night. F a irie s a re s o de lie ate, F a irie s are s o ligh t. F airie s are so lov a b le , F a irie s are s o sweet. F a irie s are such pretty th in g s F airie s like to eat. Sandra Craig, Grade IV, Room 9

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GRADES 5 6, Mr.C.F. Smith, Room 14 BACK ROW L-R: BOB GORDON, JOHN TROJ A C K, BARRY CURRIE, WAYNE MASON, SAM BROOME, PETER WOLFE, JACK LAZARUK. CENTRE ROW L-R: KLAUS KYRITZ, DENNIS CLEVE, HARTLEY BABIAK, CLAUDE ROUGEAU. ERIC ANSTEY, CONRAD MAN, WAYNE OSESKY, NICK GYRYLUK. FRONT ROW L R: JUDY WACH, JOYCE ADAMS, ROBERTA THOMPSON, MARLENE DEVRIES, ANNE CRAIG. JOAN CHAP I EL, MARGARET THURLBECK. IF I WERE A SAILOR If I were a sailor way out at sea, I’d care for nobody, nobody but me. I’d sit on the deck as happy as can be And shout to the world, ' Just look at n Under a shady beech-nut tree A village smithy stands. The smith is at his anvil With a horseshoe in his hand. The banging of the anvil Can be heard for miles around And tells the people of the valley That the smithy’s still around. In the quiet of an evening When another’s work is done, And the sun is sinking west -- Then the echo of the anvil carries on. Roberta Thompson, Grade V, Room 14 I’d let the others do all the work, While I’d sit on the deck with a happy smirk. I’d think that the world was made for me, The land, the sky, and all the sea. I’d go to the jungles of Africa fine, And look in hope for King Solomon’s mine. I’d visit all over this strange old world. I’d sail the seas like a floating bird. Brenda Witwicki, Grade V, Room 14