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

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LOCKED OUT John ran blindly down the dimly lit street.He knew itwas past 11 o ' clock. If only he could make it in time. Finally he reached the large, old house which was his home. He ran up the walk, up the creaking stairs and onto the porch. He stopped a moment to catch his breath and then he tried the front door. He turned the knob but the door wouldn ' t open. It was locked! He knew it was no use trying the windows because his Mother always locked them immediately after supper. John breathed an uneasy sigh as he realized he was locked out. Then John remembered all too well what his father told him as he was leaving for his friend Peter ' s house. John ' , he had said, if you aren ' t home before dark tonight you will be locked out for the night. This nonsense of coming home so late has got to stop. John had promised to be home early, but as usual, he and Peter had become so absorbed in an exciting T.V. program that they had forgotten all about the time. John sat down on the porch swing to decide what he would do. He couldn ' t let his Mother and Father know he was afraid. So he decided to sleep on the swing. He curled up on his sway¬ ing bed and tried to sleep.lt was so dark and still that he began to imagine things. The darkness seem¬ ed like a heavy weight pressing down on him. Suddenly the stillness was pierced with a shrill call. John jumped up, his heart pounding. He peeked out the porch window, and sighed with relief as he saw it was only the pet hawk belonging to the man next door. The hawk was perched in his cage as usual, and calling to some unknown thing in the darkness. His calling had never frightened John before as much as it did now. John got back on the swing, still shaking, and tried once more to sleep. The creek- ing of the swing hinges didn ' t make it any easier. The sounds of the night hovered around him. He wished he had obeyed his father and had come home before dark. He finally fell into an uneasy slumber. When he awakened he saw the sun slowly rising. He painfully got up and shook himself because he was very stiff from sleeping on that hard swing. From the peace of the morning light and the cheerful ness of the birds chirping he began to feel ashamed that he had been so frightened during the night. Then John heard someone open the front door. It was his Dad. John rushed up to him and apologised for disobeying him and said that he would always be home on time from now on. His father smiled knowingly. He knew what kind of a night John had spent because the same thing had happened to him when he was about John ' s age. Come on in for breakfast, son. And with that John and his father walked into the house. They both felt that that would be the last time John would be locked out for coming home late. LOTTIE SCHUBERT ROOM 13 THE LEPRECHAUN A leprechaun without a boot, Once sat upon a twisted root. His face was wrinkled as the bark His eyes shone yellow in the dark. Oh, leprechaun, what do you do? I ' m cobbling a fairy ' s shoe. He worked away with awl and hammer, His golden hobnails made a glow. The boots were soft, green as leaves, pointed at the toe. Oh, leprechaun, what tiny shoes! I make the kind that fairies use. GERRY TRIDER ROOM 23 GRADE 5 28

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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

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TELEVISION When a funny man Makes a funny face On a television show — I can make A face right back And he will never know That I’m making a funny face At his television show. CAROLINE PROSOLOWSKI ROOM 14 GRADE 6 SPRING Spring is here, Spring is here, The birds sing, For it is spring. Spring is here, Spring is here, I play all day in the sun, Oh, oh, but it is fun. DIANE LOBODA ROOM 1 GRADE 3 There once was a little fairy. She had al¬ most all the things she wanted, but she didn’t have a wand. She wanted one so much she was willing to give all she had. One day as she was walking through the woods, she met an older fairy. The fairy asked her why she was sad. She said, 1 haven’t a wand, and I want one so much. The old fairy said, Go home and you shall have one waiting for you in your dining room. So the little fairy started for home. She sang as she went along the path in the woods. She met an owl. He said, Why are you. so happy, now? The little fairy replied, When I get home I will have a beautiful wand. As she came nearer the house she began to run. She ran into the house and into the dining room. And there right before her eyes was the wand. She went up to it and took it in her hands. And from that day on the little fairy lived in happiness with her beautiful wand. VIRGINIA PHILIPS LYNDA McQUESTEN GRADE 5 ROOM 14 AGE 10 MY DOG I have a little dog, His coat is brownish-red, He has my doll’s blanket, And a shoebox for a bed. We voted for his name And chose to name him Tricks. We took him to the farm, And there he chased the chicks. JUDITH OLINKIN ROOM 14 GRADE 5