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

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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

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