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

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was happening we were standing outside a jewel studded door listening to voices. From them I learned I was in Arabia in the year 800 A.D., and the carpet was the sacred symbol. They were offering a reward for it, because an evil man, the king’s enemy, had stolen it. I quickly ran out of the palace, and into the arms of the en¬ raged townsmen. The carpet was snatched from me but I managed to escape into a nearby alley where to my joy lay the carpet. Up, Up we went into the friendly blue sky. I yawned and sat up on my carpet. We were back in my room and I felt quite tired. It was a silly dream,” I thought, and rubbing my hand I hit a hard object that hadn’t been there before. Looking down I saw a ring with the let¬ ters ARABIA printed around it in gold. Sharon Webb — Room 25- THE A.B.C.’S OF ROOM 13 THE SURPRISE A is for the angels of Room 13, B is for Baseball which we all think keen, C is for the Cools to be specific, D is for Dave Young whom we think terrific, E is for Elvis the boy we adore, F is for French which we think a bore, G is for the girls from which giggles are heard, H is for Homework which we think absurd, I is for ink all over the place,, J is for the junk which we keep in our case, K is for the Killjoys of which we have none, L is for Latin which is never done, M is for Maths of which some are in doubt, N is for notes which we pass about, O is for options to which we protest, P is for pupils — those dear little pests, Q is for questions of which we have many, R is for Romeo’s, Have we got any? S is for Mr. Stark whom we think is grand, T is for tasks which aren’t our brand, U is for university which some hope to attend, V is for victory which is our main trend, W are words which we’ve learned through the year, X is the mark on exams which we fear, Y is for ' yes’ which we usually say, Z is the zest we put into our play. One day I was walking home from school. It was about twelve o’clock when I got home. I found every¬ one acting funny. Then when I got home at four I saw a beautiful cake on the table. Then all at once my friends jump ed up and said Happy Birthday”, and that’s what happened on my birthday that day. Linda Gordon Geri Torack Brenda Stevenson Julie Spilchak 21

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TEN EASY WAYS TO FAIL AN EXAM Don’t think, guess, Don’t do your best; Write at a fast rate Be sure not to concentrate. Do the questions you know how, And copy the rest of your pal. Go to the show the night before Because you think studying is a bore, In class all year don’t lend an ear Because you think you have nothing to fear. Make your essays as short as you can Because you think teacher’s a lenient man, Be sure you hand in your paper toute suite” Because there is a ball game in the next street. Judy Wright Carol Hammell Room 13 Spring is here at last In the merry month of May, Spring is coming fast Let’s hope it’s here to stay. Spring is here at last In its hustle-bustle way, We can see the velvet grass And we know Spring’s here to stay. Suellen Glenat Room 25 THE FLYING CARPET There are many different ways of transportation used by many different people. If you lived in Arabia, your transportation would be a flying car¬ pet, (so they say). In Canada nobody rides on flying carpets, and if anyone told you they had ridden on one, what would you think? My story begins two years ago when we got a new carpet. Beauti¬ ful patterns of flowers, I can almost smell them, bordered the outside edge of the carpet. I couldn’t take my eyes off the flowers, I was strangely attracted to them. They were so exquisitely beautiful, it seemed they held a deep secret. Then I heard a strange, sirene noise coming out of the sky. Fear’s icy hand gripped me and I stood rigid with sudden fear. Slowly, very slowly I began to feel as if I were being lifted. A sickly smell came to my nose and I drifted into a deep sleep. I was riding above the clouds, drifting along, with the sweet scented air blowing through my hair when I awoke. We skidded under a puffy, white cloud and to my amazement missed it. The carpet ride was wonderful but I longed to go under the clouds to see where we were. The next moment, we darted down, down, to a strange, mysterious land laid out like a carpet before my eyes. A land of mosques, bazaars and dried brick houses arranged very cleverly. As we drew near everything grew larger until at last we landed on the top of a large brick house. I got up and walked away, not forgetting to take the carpet. Going through the house was no problem but when I got to the street everybody started to stare at me with greedy, fiendish eyes fixed on my carpet. Someone grabbed me, pulled me into an alley and handing me a ring said, Show this to the king, the carpet will lead you to him” He was gone! and before I had time to realize what 20

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THING-A-MA-BOB They didn’t come the way everyone thought they would. They didn’t come in Space-ships, or in flying saucers. They rode in a meteroite as spores. We didn’t fight, not that it would do any good, all we did was surrender peacefully. There wasn’t much else the homo-sapien could do, except run and hide, since they almost exterminated each other in World War 111. This is sort of amusing, in a twisted sort of way, I thought. Those other men” can be their” slaves if they want too, I won’t. ' Why did everyone give up a fight?” I wondered. Was I the only one who didn’t have a Thing-a-ma-bob for a master?” Suddenly I heard a noise behind me, and I turned around, to see a man come running into view. I raised my rifle, and flipped it on automatic, but I didn’t fire, for behind him a Thing-a-ma-bob came slithering over the ground. It was glistening white, and the suns rays were dazzling. I raised the rifle, brought it to bear on it and fired. It stopped, shuddered, and flew apart as the explosive bullets went off. My attention was drawn back to the man who was sitting on a rock, cursing and swearing at a piece of ooze at his feet. Hello”, I said to him. Hello,” he said to me. My name is Jack Spencer, who are you?” I told him my name and he looked startled. Not Karl Kain- er, the scientist who won the Nobel Prize in Science? he asked. If anyone can figure out this mess, you can.” I’m no genius by a long shot,” I said, What do you expect me to do, find out if they’re allergic to spinach?” No, but you must come with me to our camp”. You’ve gpt a camp?” I asked wide-eyed. Yes, about three miles from here,” he said. Well come on,” I said, we can be there by sundown.” All through the mountains we passed sentries on guard. F inally Jack spoke, It’s just around the bend.” Good,” I said, and flowed into my true form. He tried to scream, but I silenced him. About an hour later I came out, full again, and changed to human form. I found another camp, and they’re welcoming me with open arms. I wonder what they’ll say when they see me change again.? Frank Scott -- Room 19 I LOVE TO HEAR THE GENTLE RAIN I love to hear the gentle rain, Pitter patter on the window pane. It comes down so very fast I wonder how long it will last. Rain, please hurry and go away, I want to go outside and play. Shirley Little — Room 6. 22