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

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ELEMENTARY POETRY WINNER GRADES 2 3 “ SPRING IS COMING” The pussy willows ate out today, I saw them growing across the way, They did not mind the cold wind blowing, They did not heed a bit of snowing, But in their coats so warm and gray, They tell us spring is on the way. LORRAINE HOLLAND ROOM 1 GRADE 3 JUNIOR HIGH SHORT STORY WINNER AN UNUSUAL ADVENTURE It was a hot, sultry day. John could not wait until his tedious chores were over. He set to work with a vigorous splurge of energy. Finally, when he had finished, he grabbed his swimming trunks and tore off for the sea. He dashed down the dusty road, now and then giving one or two yells ' of sheet joy. His slcin fairly prickled with longing. The tide had gone out when he came to the beach. It had left all sorts of queer things lying on the sand. He ran he Iter, skelter into the cool, sparkling water. Up he came spluttering and laughing. He decided to be bold and swam farther and farther from shore. John began to look for adventure on the ocean floor. He dived deeper and deeper into the inviting water. What a sight he saw! Beautiful sea plants were waving in the water. Fish, all colours of the rainbow flitted everywhere. Dainty sea flowers gracefully lined the ocean floor. John was fascinated! Suddenly, something caught his eye. A scarlet thing flashed through the green foliage. It did not look like a fish. What was it? John became so interested that he began to follow it. He carefully made his way through the water. He did not know it but the scarlet thing was gradually leading him farther and farther from shore. Quite slowly it dawned on him that something was wrong. He started to go back, but huge creatures with flaying arms stopped him. He then tried to surge ahead, but they were there too. The awful creatures were closing in on him. Closer and closer they came, their tentacles waving to. and fro, beaks snapping in delight. Before them they saw a juicy being just ready to be ' eat¬ en. Suddenly the arms were all about him, grabbing, squeezing, killing. Then everything turned black and John felt himself falling, falling into an inky world of blackness. It was a long time before he awoke. There was still a buzzing sound in his head. He was in a nice, clean bed with a hot water bottle at his feet. His mother was anxiously sitting beside him. When she asked what had happened, John replied. I can’t remember anything except that I dived into the cool water and began an unusual ad- MOYRA MIL LIKEN ROOM 28 GRADE 7 THE BUTTERFLY I wish I were a butterfly. I wish I were a butterfly. Then I would fly straight to the sky. Up, up, up, I would go. And have fun like others so. BEVERLY FINLEY ROOM 1 GRADE 3

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INTRODUCTION TO THE LITERARY SECTION GRANT SAUNDERS Perhaps the most interesting and important division of the Year Book is the Literary Section. In it, every grade in the school should be represented. Because we have been fortunate enough to have individual pictures this year, we were forced to shorten the Literary Section. However, this caused the Year Book Staff to be less lenient than in previous years in the judging of the contributions. This may be why we were disappointed in the con¬ tributions received from the student body, for they did not meet with the high standard of Literature that the pupils of Earl Grey are capable of producing. To encourage the pupils to write and to supply ideas for them to enlarge upon, we held two Literary contests, one fot the Elementary and another for the Junior High. Each contest had two secti¬ ons, a poetry competition and a short story competition. The entries submitted were judged for legibili¬ ty of writing, clarity of detail, use of descriptive words and interest value. The J unior High English teachers and the Year Book Staff were the judges. Because there was no winner for the Elementary short story competition we selected two poetry winners. The best poem from Grades II and III was sub¬ mitted by Lorraine Holland Room 1, Grade III and for Grades IV, V and VI, Glenna Nyguvest, Room 54, Grade VI took first place. The winner of the Junior High poetry competition was Elaine Guillemin, Room 11, Grade IX and Moyra Milliken, Room 28, Grade VII captured top honours in the short story competition. Congratulations to all. We sincerely hope that the reading of these selections will prove worthwhile to you. You help¬ ed make the Year Book a success by writing them; so enjoy them. ELEMENTARY POETRY WINNER GRADES 4, 5 6 “ SPRING ” The time of year that I love best, Is beautiful, joyous spring. When flowers will grow and burst their buds. And the gay little birds will sing. The children are gaily playing Upon the grass so green. With ropes and balls and marbles, Oh, there’s so much to be seen! Winter may bring its pleasures, Summer and Autumn too But spring is the season that I like best. Don’t you think so too? GLENNA NYGUVEST ROOM 24 GRADE 6 JUNIOR HIGH POETRY WINNER “PEACEFUL SUMMER” The grass is waving to the windows From the fields so warm and green. The summer sun reflects its glory In the panes so bright and clean. The clouds are drifting in the heavens Blown by breezes fresh and fair,- And bees are humming in the clover Peaceful nature is everywhere. The flowers sway in gentle slumber A ripening berry nods its head, The rippling stream, in heat of summer Seeks the shelter of the wood. A creeping vine climbs over shutters Lacy patterns for to make, The lilac ' s dreaming in the garden. Dreaming nature does not wake. ELAINE GUILLEMIN ROOM 11 GRADE 9

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THEY REMAIN FOREVER Two thoughtful moments pledged to the dead, Frame the white crosses with gold, Flowers and wreaths, bestow endless peace, But cannot bring them back. Grateful words, sorrowful tears, Undying love through the years, Entwine poppies about the rusted helmets, But have no power where loved ones are concerned. Like a candle, ceased burning, Its light once bold and true, Though the flame be dampened, The wick and glow remain. LESLIE FOSTER ROOM 28 GRADE 7 TELEVISION AND HOMEWORK Two things, Television and Homework, mix like sour pickles and strawberries. Almost everyone you know has television, so if you haven’t, your neighbour probably has. Practically every night something good is on, and you just can’t miss it!! Tonight you say to yourself, I’ll watch one show and then do my homework. At that same momenrsomeone yells No ! from the kitchen get your homework done. Ah, but Mom there’s a good show on, ' My Favorite Husband.’ Well , she says, that IS a good programme. I’ll do my ironing a little later. So we both sit down with a bowlful of popcorn and watch the show. After it’s over I get up to do my homework, but, WAIT! ' Our Miss Brooks’ appears. So down I sit again, thinking Oh well, it HAS something to do with school anyway! We watch a few more shows and by that time they’re signing off. Boy, y bu think to yourself how time does fly! Then mother puts off her ironing till tomorrow and I my homework. After all you can’t stay up all night doing homework when you need your rest; now can you? AUDREY SAUNDERS ROOM 13 GRADE 9 THE BECKONING HAND From a cloud-blown sky to the road below, The white moon cast her eerie glow, The arms of the trees swung to and fro, As the hour of twelve drew near. With quickening steps upon blackened sod, A stealthy stranger carefully tod, For something in this place was odd, And he was filled with fear. The toll of a bell broke the silence of night, And before him rose an awesome sight, A gravestone shonewith a wierd green light, Asa wrinkled hand appeared. He walked as if in a ghostly trance, With nary a shiver and nary a glance, Slow and sure was his advance, His feet he could not steer. The beckoning hand had called him there, Then only a gap remained to stare, In that gloomy silence where Now everything was clear. PAT THORVALDSON AUDREY SAUNDERS ROOM 13 GRADE 9 27