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

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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

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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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“Okay. But stay out of line of his head, because the first mean move he makes I’m going to put a bullet through him.” Joel looked at Satan and their eyes met. His deep brown eyes had a sad look that brought a lump to Joel’s throat. He pulled a few spikes out of his muzzle and slowly worked his way down. After he finished a section he ran his hand over it to make sure. All the time Satan stood like a statue despite the pain. When it was all over Satan’s body was soaking with sweat. It’s the darndest thing I ever saw. Bill mumbled. He took a deep breath and put his gun away. That night, after supper someone produced a bat and ball and started a game of baseball. Joel was leading off third when suddenly everyone turned and stared him. Suspecting a trick he clamped his foot back on third. He received a blow that sent him sprawling in the dust. He got up and wheeled around. There stood Satan with a look of ut¬ most innocence. Joel laughed and said, “Satan, what are you doing here?” Satan moved up two steps and put his head on Joel’s chest and moved it up and down. Joel reached up and rubbed the two velvety spots behind Satan’s ears. Bill broke it up by saying, “I don’t want to see any of you men going near Satan. Prom now on he’s Joel’s horse.” Prom that day on, Joel and Satan worked together on the ranch. Satan was definitely a one man horse. Jean Weir -- Room 27 f | y ihVm m m ft Kg 1$ I Rtf 1 LJU % y t ,4 IV 31