Edmund Partridge Junior High School - Banner Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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To enhance the valley the grey mountains stood boldly in the background. Their sharp jagged peaks pierced the fluffy white clouds which floated in the pale blue sky. In sharp contrast to the quiet sleepy valley the mountains seemed a source of danger where only the brave would venture. By this time the sun had begun to sink slowly on the distant horizon casting long thin shadows on the ground. The sky was aglow with the brilliant colours of sunset. I took one last look to make sure I would remember. Then I quickly turned and began my long descent. , Janet Evans Room 2 GRADE EIGHT ■■ffluT IS COUIAGE ? Forget what it is to live in peace. Forget what it means to laugh and sing. But, rather, accept a gun as lease For the life that only war nay bring. This she said to her son, when the lad went away, Not knowing for him, what thore ' d be ahead. But, well knowing that he would return someday Or else pass away with the noble dead. For the hills of Italy are a long way from home, And the war is right there, bloody and real. The task at hand is to fight, then roam, And the gallant word, courage has lost its appeal. The boy became petrified, frozen with fright. In his heart, not courage, but cowardice was there. And when battle drew near-—the time to fight, He prayed for strength in one last simple prayer. Then he was ready-for thick or for thin. He was fighting HIS battle-his own trivial war, And he fought with COURAGE——to live, to win. To win was important, to shoot and score. Now History says thei? lost that day. But not all was lost ere the day was done, For one boy had faced death in a valiant way Because he knew that he and God had won. Monica L. Holden Room 14 TUB CHAIR TO DOOM ! As I walked down that long dreary hall I knew what I had done. .But why did I do it? Why had I killed the dearest, truest person in the world? How did it happen? I just walked up to her, put my hands around her neck and squeezed and squeezed till she fell to the floor, dead ' .

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Now I was to pay for it. Even the walls seemed to say, You did it and now you ' re going to pay for it, now you ' re going to diel I could hear the preacher chanting a short prayer for me, but nothing could help. Then that room came into sight, that room of death. I could see the image of that Qhair to Dooral Every step brought me closer and closer. Just a few more steps and I would dial That chair looked up at me with wanting eyes, wanting to get its hands on me, just sneering at mel The straps are tight around my hands, but it doesn ' t matter. Then the blind¬ fold around my eyes. The preacher has finished his prayer. But it doesn ' t matter, it didn ' t help. I ' ll still die. Then the count down in my mind, 5,4 3,2,1 - Cut! yelled the director, That was wonderful. You made your screen test! I did it, I finally did it, I got the parti Pamela Gillman Room 3L5 GRADE SEVEN AN AUTUMN DAY The sun had just crept over the horizon. Shortly it threw its radiant rays over the magestic autumn day. The trees and bushes looked like a war between the colours. Their splendour and magnificence was equal to a room full of diamonds. While off in the distance a crystal blue stream smashed against the stones, like boys playing a rough game of football. All around us in the farmer ' s field the tied sheaves of grain looked like weary soldiers with their heads bowed down. Over our heads a V formation of wild geese flew. Soon it was twilight and the sun shone light a neon disc in the horizon sinking quickly behind the sky-line. Thus ended another Autumn day. Marcia Birks Room 22 THE VILLAGE OF TOURS It was mid-morning of a sunny July day when we arrived in the quaint village of Tours. It was a relief to see such a pretty place after the miles of farmland. When we were told that we were going to see a French village, several hours ago, it sounded boring, but now I was willing to have a good look around and see if I couldn ' t change my opinion. The town aquare abounded with activity. A wedding had taken place at the church a block away. Now the procession had come so far as the mayor ' s office. Near the group, in the centre of the cobblestone square, was a lovely fountain. Two bo£s were playing there with a wooden sailboat, and one looked ready to fall into the water! Other people were around, selling and buying wares. So busy were the town folk that they did not notice the arrival of the bus load rf visitors. The long trip by bus did something for our appetites. The sidewalk-cafe, which is so typical of France, immediately caught our eye. We could also smell the deli¬ cious aroma of French pastry and hot coffee. The cafe ' s awning was gayly candy- striped, and gave a pleasant effect. The whole group from the bus was soon at the cool cafe sampling its delightful food. My opinion had certainly changed about the village of Tours. This was a very interesting part of my trip and I was bound to spend my full week in Tours joyfully. Helen Pinsky Room 19