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

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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

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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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One of Ms worst crimes, was the massacre he committed at Lawerence, Kansas. Quantrill had fallen in love as only a man of his cruel nature could have to Lydia Petra, a girl who lived in Lawerence. When the girl refused his offer of marriage he became furious. Just before dawn on that fatal day of August 21, 1863 ’Quantrill’s Raiders’, as they were called, went screaming and tearing down the hoof troddened streets. Houses were set ablaze, and when the poor, unfortunate victims ran out into the streets for refuge, Quantrill and his men shot them down in cold blood. One report says that over 200 were killed and another 600 injured with hundreds of houses destroyed and the property dam¬ age running into the millions. Another of Ms mistakes was during the Civil War. He offered his ser¬ vices to the Confederate Army, but Ms reputation was so vicious that the offer was turned down. However, he was allowed to lead a gorilla band. Yet, even in this small capacity he was not honourable, for he made raids against the Confederate as well as the Union Army supply trains. This was a bad mistake, for now the government was really after him. He was cornered and wounded in a Kentucky hideout when he was trying to escape on May 10, 1865. After being captured he was taken to a military prison at Louisville, where he died of his wounds on June 6th of that same year. He had not yet reached his twenty-eighth birthday. Roy Smith YEAR BOOK STORY Confidential Room 13. (as seen by hidden camera) SCENE - A small typical room in Earl Grey School - No. 13. , 8:45 The doors open and a few “early birds’ come straggling in. Why? 8:05 Most of the boys and a few girls have arrived. 8:55 The commissar arrives and the rest come trailing in. 8:57 - SCENE - Lobby. Girls are trying to get at the mirror while exchanging gossip. 9:00 Many girls are still in the lobby, a re¬ sounding roar from the teacher can be heard. At that a few come sauntering out, the boys return to their desks while some are still engaged in conversation, copy¬ ing homework, throwing things, etc. 9:10 EverytMng is down to a quiet roar and work begins (writing on desks, walls, calendars, passing notes, exchanging magazines, pictures, etc.) continuing to eleven thirty. 11:30 Study period begins (more of the same thing but worse). 12:00 The mad dash for the door (first out, the teacher). 1:30 Since the pupils are more exuberant, the teacher stays away as much as possible in fear of getting hurt by flying objects. 1:35 Normal (?) classes begin. CHANGING PERIODS - The bell rings wildly and the students take their time to leave the room. On arrival to the other room (about 10 minutes later) the bell rings madly for the next period. 4:00 The teacher beats the students to the door again with that old familiar cry: “Hurry up, or, sleep here. Because they might get hurt the writers did not mention any names. P.S. We’d like to thank the students of Room 13, who gave willingly of their time to make this report possible. 27