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

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MR. J. E. LYSECKI ROOM 12 Norma Pollock Marguerite Ritchot Darlene Tu rner Lois Waldbauer Arlene Wach Margaret Steertz Barry Currie Lloyd Curry Don Deloli George Hennessy Donald Howard |v ip al

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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

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ROOM 15 MR. I. LABOVICH Hartley Babiak John Anderson Bob Brown Donald Black Bob Childs Jim Blackburn Harold Dentry Wayne DeBolt Tom Gavronski Bob Gould Donald Ives Merrill Kivell Dennis Kussin Sandy Mann Ray Little Ken McKenzie Brian Polonski Alvin Redzeviciui Alan Partridge Glenn Pennycook Bill Podolsky Garth Sutton Gene Solmundson Ian McDowell