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

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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

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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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JERRY SPRING When I was five years old, a friend of my fathers brought me a puppy. It was brown with a bit of white with red on his paws. It was a very mischievious puppy. One time he took some clean clothes that were hang¬ ing in the basement, and put them in the coal- chute. Every time my sister or I went down into the basement where we kept him he would jump with joy. One day I went into the house, because I was tired of playing with him. Then I remem¬ bered I had left him outside. I went outside to get him but he was nowhere to be seen. We look¬ ed for him for days but we never found him.Ever since I have never had a pet dog. I still wonder where he is. Have you seen him? Linda Gordon — Room 25 Age 11 - Grade 6 When buds begin to open And birds begin to sing. When leaves appear upon the trees Upon the flowers buzz the bees. We know for sure its spring. Edythe Anstey - Room 15 Grade 7 THE SAD EASTER BUNNY An Easter Bunny Came hopping by. He was so sad He began to cry. He had lost his eggs The morning before. He had dropped them Down the cellar door. Birgit Paulsen — Room 14 Grade 4 THE MECHANICAL MAN One sunny summer day I went for a walk. About noon the sky clouded over and the wind howled and the trees shook violently. Then the lightning flashed, the thunder roared and it began to rain. I took refuge in an old tumbledown barn and when the next flash of lightning came I saw an old mansion hidden among the trees in the distance. When the rain ceased I ran for the house and knocked on the door. After several minutes a short, beady-eyed man came to the door. I asked if I could stay awhile and he consented. He introduced himself as Prof. P.J. Squeak and told me he was working on an important experi¬ ment. After a hearty meal of spaghetti and meatballs, he took me to his lab. He explained his experiment wasn’t finished but he showed me a mechanical man or robot. Suddenly he told me to get out and never come in again, so I retired. In the middle of the night I was awakened by a piercing shriek that came from the lab. I ran to the lab, flung open the door and found the professor cold and dead and the robot gone.-I panicked, the door was locked, the windows were barred. There seemed no escape. Clank¬ ing footsteps that sounded like death had stopped before my door. Suddenly I thought of a fire escape and found there was one, so I crawled inside as the robot walked in. He searched the room looking for me, I guess, but I couldn’t go down because the fire escape had been partly torn and ripped down. After searching the room, apparently satisfied I wasn’t there, he went on. I follower} him and saw him search the whole house. Suddenly I had an idea. He was looking but of the window. I ran full force and knocked him out of the window. I ran down¬ stairs and phoned the cops. When they came I told them what happened. When they investi¬ gated the robot there was a live man inside. Professor Squeak had died of grana gas while insanely changing a live man to a robot. Mary Lou Eden -- Room 15 -- Grade 7 28