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

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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

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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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GYPSY GIRL The silvery moonlight shone on the snow, The lonely gypsy sang a song sweet and low Fire-light danced in het sad brown eyes, Away in the distance a lone wolf cries. As the music grew wilder she started to dance, In the dim light she seemed in a trance, And into the blazing fire she whirled, Round about her the cold snow swirled. LINDA MULLIN SHEP, THE HIGHLAND LAD His burnished coat all dusty and drab, Was once as glossy as sheen, For he was a noble highland lad, The pride of the Scottish Queen. The hills of Scotland he used to roam, Protected by Royal decree, And strayed far from his highland home, A soul both wild and free. Now he roamed rejected and lost, Among the hills and the trees, Not protected from wind and frost. From burning sun and breeze. This lonely one who strays alone, O f er lea and rocky ground. Further further from his home, Never to be found. PAT THORVALDSON ROOM 13 GRADE 9 30 BEAUTY At the end of day when the world’s at rest, I dream of the places that I love best, Of rushing rivers, the starlit sky, The beautiful forests and mountains high These are the beauties that we all love, And whom should we thank but our Lord above? JEANETTE COONS ROOM 18 GRADE 8 BABY SITTING Talking, laughing, singing, sighing, Anything to stop their crying! Tonight I’ll get no homework done For little Indians are on the run. They ' re in the porch, they ' re in the food, And I am in a terrible mood! They scream, they shout, and then they hide At last they ' re all to bed, I sighed. AVON HOLLAND ROOM 22 GRADE 8 A FRIGHTENING MOMENT Junior Smith crept quietly down the stairs. He listened, and heard the sound of heavy breathing and knew that the family was still asleep. He groped around in the darkness. All of a sudden his shaking and trembling hand touched the doorknob. He wondered whether he should go through with it. He had to hurry. The family would be awake soon! He quickly stepped into a small room. At last he was going to begin his first shave! AVON HOLLAND ROOM 22 GRADE 8