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

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INTRODUCTION TO THE LITERARY SECTION Again this year the Year Book Committee has given the students the opportunity of having their stories and poems published in the Year Book. We, the literary editors, were very pleased with the response to the contest and we hope the students will be pleased with our selection. We sincerely hope that the reading of these selections will prove worthwhile to you. You helped to make the Year Book a success by writing them.... ....so enjoy them. Lovern Scott Jim Wells ELVIS PRESLEY’S RISE TO FAME The neighborhood was quiet. The teenagers on Pine Street were as normal and sane as it is possible for teens to be. Time 8: 00. Most of them were watching Jackie Gleason. Every house was in darkness and the T.V. sets glowed. Still on Pine Street the Teens were normal”. Time 8: 30. Stage Show is the next programme on T.V. Will I Watch it or Won’t I?” Most of us watched it. Time 9:00 -- every phone on Pine Street buzzed. Excited girls gasped breathlessly to other excited girls. Most of them were in shock and they loved it. Bewildered parents were in shock too. Vainly they asked each other, What was it?! ” By 10:00 there were two groups of people on Pine Street — those who liked Elvis Presley and those who didn’t. Some people were affected more by him than the people on Pine Street — others less. But whether they liked him or not it was hard to ignore Elvis Presley. He returned again and again to Stage Show. His records flooded the country. Critics wrote articles about him. Disc jockeys voiced their opinions. Fan Clubs were organized. I Hate Elvis Presley” clubs were organized, too Questions were poured to radio stations. Who is he?” How old is he?” and by non-admirers What is he?” Many answers came forth — all different. Many predictions have been made He’ll last” He’ll be forgotten soon.” What will happen? Only time can tell. Meanwhile — What do YOU think of Elvis Presley? Jean MacDonald — Room 13 — Grade 9- 16

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Elizabeth Chablo Lorraine Fry ) Joanne Glugosh Annette Halasis Marilyn Harrold Pat Henry Helen Hooey Myma Poitras Maureen Read Carole Smyth Elizabeth Squires Eleanor Stieler June Jones Grace Kalenchuk § A Myra Limmert Jamie Naime

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HOT RODS At Bonneville and Daytona, On east coast and on west, All the rodders gather To show their very best. The Lakesters and the Bonnevilles The street rods roaring ’round The stock jobs and the ’cycles All tearing up the ground. This is the rodder’s heaven The quarter-mile strip A chance to try his building With records every trip. With supervised drag strips And rigid safety rules The draggers have no room For reckless driving fools. Jim Wells, Room 13. STRANGER IN THE DARK As his foot touched the rotting boards of the ranch house floor, Frank involuntarily drew back. Why had he started this awful business? What could he prove by entering the old house, anyway? If he could only find his way to that cellar! He started forward again only to pause as once more the floor creaked and threatened to give way beneath him. The cellar, he thought, must be to the left of the door. He continued his explorations cautiously, till he reached a window boarded up. With a stick he removed a board, in an attempt to let some light in. That, too, was useless. The sky had clouded over. Turning away in disgust, he he struck one of his remaining matches. To his right he saw what could be a small hatch, probably leading to the cellar. A gust of wind caused the match to flicker and finally the flame disappeared. He stumbled on till he neared the place where he had seen the door. On his hands and knees he felt for it. His fingertips touched a rough edge which he pried up. Slowly, he opened the door and searched for the stairs he knew would be there. His wandering feet came in contact with an old ladder, and warily he de¬ scended. Five steps from the bottom he stopped and listened. From the dark¬ ness, beyond the old barrels lined up against the wall, he heard a faint chuckle. His grip weakened and his hands became slippery. Without warning, a rung gave way and sent him tumbling to the soft earth of the cellar floor. Something Brushed against his leg and he drew back in fear. From beyond the barrels, he heard an onimous click and again, softer, a chuckle. With a gasp he started forward. Something soft and warm tripped him. He fell, grasping at the nearest wall to save himself. The old cellar was flooded in light. The intruder came from his hiding place of and Frank saw how small he was. His ugly face was outlined in the harsh light. 17