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

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ROOM 8 — KINDERGARTEN OUR GARDEN This Spring we planted a garden in the sandbox. Harry and Bryan cleaned out all the stones. The teacher put water on the sand. We planted radishes, com and peas. The radishes came up first, then the com. Radishes have two leaves at first and com has one. We eat the seeds of corn and peas. We eat the roots of radishes. Our plants need soil, water, air and sunlight. GRADE 8 WINNER FANTASY Fantasy on a window pane, Shows the artist’s wonder hand - As he paints the lying mane, Over and over throughout the land. As he paints his mystic design, He paints the fantasy of above - Leaving broken the barriers of time, Opening the doors of beauty and love. He leaves his silver dust, amid the leaves. Leaving the world in wonder lost - We realize then, it’s only amid-winter freeze. Our mightly visitor being Jack Frost. Erna Markus - Barb. Mackay Room 22. SPRING The gurgling of the water, The melting of the snow, Makes me often wonder Why God has made it so. And yet, why should I wonder After the snow comes rain, And man can see God’s splendor. In the beautiful waving grain. Doris Gall — Room 23 Grade 5 — Age 11 MORNING Up, lad, up, ’tis late for lying; Hear the drums of morning play; Hark, the empty highways crying, “Who’ll beyond the hills away? Pat Nicholson -- Room 9 GRADE 7 WINNER — Lesley Austin TO SERVE Sandra Menzie was a pretty girl of 18 with golden blond hair and soft brown eyes. She had always been popular in school and when graduation time had come, most of the girls Sandra knew decided to be models or stenographers. It had been hard for Sandra to decide on a career. When younger, she had hoped to be this or that with every passing fancy but these plans were quickly discarded. The day of graduation had been a hectic one, the ceremony, then rush¬ ing home to make last minute preparations for the graduation dance. The dance that night had been wonderful but it was sad too, for this was the last dance they would have in their school. Sandra went home that evening with a sad and lost feeling. She had no plans for the future; only memories of the past. Sandra woke up the next morning to find her mother standing over her. Sandra’s mother suggested a shopping trip to which she heartily agreed. The trip to town was not quite as exciting as it had always been. She forgot her troubles as she watched the people stepping onto the bus. 25

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INTRODUCTION TO THE LITERARY SECTION e y- ' This year, as is usually the case, there have been outstanding entries submitted and we have had a hard time deciding a winner. This section is for all to read and to enjoy. The stories and poems were selected on the basis of interest to the reader. We would like to give our sincere thanks to all the people who submitted entries and we wish we were able to put all of them in. Gail Gerelus, David Farrell and Bob Kellington GRADE 9 WINNER — Sharon Webb THE FUTURE OF ROCK AND ROLL The most controversial question among teenagers and their parents is Rock and Roll. The teenagers take the stand bravely defending Rock and Roll music despite their parents’ protests. One of the questions asked most is “Has Rock and Roll a future?” Fifty years from now it could be considered classical. How shall the parents of tomorrow and their children react to it? A.D. 2008 - Crowds of elderly women jam the Elvis Presley Memorial Stadium to hear a prized selection of classical Rock and Roll records. Included in the programme will be that immortal song, “Hound Dog.” Meanwhile outside the Stadium thousands of teenagers parade shouting, “Down with the Classics,” “We hate Rock and Roll” and “We hate Elvis.” The angry crowds of teen¬ agers rant and rave wildly but they can’t compete with the hysterics of the mobs inside the Stadi¬ um. Then all at once a strained silence floats over the crowd. They are waiting for Him. Waiting for the master of Rock and Roll to sing his masterpiece. The music begins and slowly drifts over the anxious crowd. With the first bars of You Ain’t Nothing But a Hound Dog” the adults inside as well as the teenagers outside start to yell and scream with frantic delight. Is this the future of Rock and Roll? It could be. OUR CLASS ROOM Our class is neat and trim Even if the day is grim. We can hardly wait for arithmetic to finish So we can have some paper to blemish. At recess there’s fun galore! But what about after four? Ruth Ewert - Room 23 Age 10

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The last passenger on was a young girl In her twenties. All the seats were taken except one beside Sandra. She came over and sat down wearily. She started to talk, first about little things such as the weather but then she started to tell Sandra about her career. She was a nurse Sandra learned, and she loved her work. She told Sandra of the nurses and doctots and of the wonderful work they were doing. When it was time for Sandra to leave she was sorry to part with this wonderful person. All day Sandra could not shake the memory of the nurse and all she had told her. She went to bed that night and dreamed of the nurse and her work. The next morning Sandra awoke knowing the career she wanted. She longed to wear the white uniform and the perky white cap of the hurse. She wanted to be a part of the world the nurse had spoken of. She looked forward to walking down the corridors of the hospital and to help the sick. This was what she wanted for her career. She wanted to serve. Les. Austin JOHNNY’S SECRET SHAVE Johnny always wanted to shave. “No son, not until you’re sixteen,’ his father would say. Johnny counted everything. In six years, two months, six weeks, three days, four hours and twenty-nine seconds he could shave. Not before, not after. One day his father was away and his mother was visiting. Quietly but cautiously he lathered up his face, set the razor, and shaved his face. How good it felt! How it tickled! Then it happened. Forgetting the pimple on his right cheek, he ran the razor over it, slitting it open. Johnny went screaming into the front room with his mother’s best towel over the injured spot, which bled as though it would never stop. Poor Johnny, he had learned the hard way. Michael Senuik - Room 23. SPRING Spring comes but once a year, But when it comes it brings good cheer. The sun shines brightly down on me. The leaves turn green on the maple tree. Sandra Martin — Room 2 PUFFY, THE STEAM ENGINE I’m a little engine. Puffing down the track. Here is my boiler. Here is my stack. When I’m all steamed up, I start to blow. Pull the throttle, Let me go. Stewart Fay — Room 14 Age 10 A BAD MISTAKE It is probable that if the crimes of the James Brothers, Billy the Kid, and the Younger Brothers were put together they would not equal the outlawry of William Clarke Quantrill. He was a killer without a conscience, a bandit, a thief, a plunderer, and a man who demanded and enjoyed the utmost loyalty of his followers, but he would not hesitate to desert his followers or gang. Who would have given their lives for him. Unfortunately, Quantrill was unusually intelligent. Otherwise, his outlawry would have been stopped earl¬ ier. He was born in Maryland, Kansas and from there started out on his big mistake. 26