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

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THE LAST RIDE MATHEMATICS On they rode, four thousand strong, With helmets and banners high. The setting sun had cast a gloom Upon a darkening sky. The valley below looked silent and still. Not a sign nor a stir nor a sound. No lights flashing, no helmets of men, No sign of a battle near Only the cry of the whip-poor-will As it came to them loud and clear. The setting sun had cast a gloom, O’er valley and mountain and sky. O’er sword and shield and helmets too, For here they would do or die. A flashing light, a signal code, “The die is cast” came the cry, Forward they rode in the darkening night For they felt that glory was near. The four thousand looked proud in the saddles they rode But their faces were covered with fear. Down the hill and over the briar, Through thicket, bramble and brush. Only the sound of the whip-poor-will Could be heard in the twilight hush. Spears and swords and helmets gleamed, Shouts and cries of pain. For hours they fought the battle strong - Then silence and the rain. Only the sound of the whip-poor-will, a poor and lonely bird, Over the battlefield, crowded and torn, only its song was heard. None returned from the battle there. Not one rode side by side, They all lay on the battlefield, For this was their ‘Last Ride”. Myra Macoomb Room 13 Some people never heard of Mathematics, For they never went to school. But when they can’t add one to six. They are often called a fool. In engineering Maths is needed. In ditch-digging not so. For Sciences, Maths must be heeded; But cleaning streets does not need the know. We in Grade 9 are doing fine, In Algebra’s code of X’s and Y’s Our beloved teacher soon changes the tune. With stacks of homework, getting nothing but sighs. During the year, the struggle is great, To cover our work in time. The great dread of all is being late. And our marks then are not worth a dime. At the start of the year. Maths was unbearable We all moaned and groaned at the thought of the work. But know we all know our actions were terrible. Because without Maths, we’d all go berserk. We all struggle so not to fail. At the end of the term or year. We’ll take the grades just like a scale For to pass seems to bring summer near. There are many problems in life Where arithmetic saves the day It often ends great strife And paves the golden way. Stephen Spicoluk Room 11 BLONDIE I have a little dog, Her name is Blondie. She plays with a ball She’s my favorite doggie. Alan Irving -- Room 7 Grade 1

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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

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THE CAN - OPENER HAPPINESS What would we do without the can - opener? We would starve, except a few who have old-fashion mothers who still know how to boil potatoes. Nearly everything is canned. Peas, corn, tomatoes, and strawberries are all in cans. But even that is not the whole story. We turn our radios on and sit back in a com¬ fortable chair. No need to spend hours practis¬ ing at the piano. The very best music comes forth from the wireless. The radio has it in the can. Vivian Shaw - Room 23 Age 10 THE THREE DUCKS Once upon a time there were three ducks called Willy, Billy and Silly. One day Mrs. Goose was having a party and she invited the ducks. For lunch they had pie. Silly didn’t know how to eat it so he put his face in it. That was the end of the party for Silly Duck. Allan Girden — Room 1 Grade 3 This little verse Is very true: Make others happy. And you’ll be, too! Vanda Reczek -- Room 9 Age 9 SATAN Satan! Ah, but the name brings back memories. Many are happy, but there are the sad ones too. It all started when one day the Blue Grass Ranch had just bought a wild stallion. He was jet black and as wild as Old Nick and so was named Satan. He was a beautiful horse seventeen hands high, deep-chested, long legged, with eyes of fire and as proud as a German Emperor. Joel was trying to win the friendship of Satan. So on a sunny afternoon, with the help of the foreman Bill Kennedy, he mounted. Satan didn’t buck. He merely took off like a streak of lightning. Down the dusty road, over a hill and across the prairie he thundered. Then suddenly Joel saw, about a quarter mile ahead a big patch of cactus! He sawed back and forth on the reins trying to turn the big horse, but that beautiful, obstinate Satan plunged right into the cactus. Joel finally got him stopped on a grassy patch. Satan was literally covered from head to foot with spikes and Joel knew from the pain in his own leg, how in¬ tensely Satan must be suffering. After pulling the spikes out of his own leg he climbed out of the saddle. Just then Bill rode up, Better take your saddle off him. We won’t be able to get the spikes out without tying him down and the spikes will work in deeper until they kill him”. He drew his revolver. No Bill, wait. I got him into this and I want to try and get him out.” Joel interrupted. 30