Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

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i3o ESCAPE ATTEMPT There were two daring outlawap Their names were Nick and Tate, They planned a bid for freedom To escape from the northern gate, Tate was the fighter, Nick was the brain , They tried to escape at midnight Through the lashing stormy rain. THE MSS3ENQER He swam and he rode and he rah like fire, through night and day, through town and shire j Throught forests and rivers and deserts, too, Carrying the message to Timbuktu, They finally reached the bottom floor He reached the castle, only to Where stood the «ld ag p e, die! They raced towards the guard ' s box B •fc message was read, and The gate their hopeful goalo the cheers rang high. Up they sneaked behind the guard And bound and gagged him tight » And then, Nick and Tate Continued their hopeful flight » For inside the packet the message reads Our foes are defeated; their leader is dead, They tried to scale the twelve-foot gate With racket untoldj, That brought down all the warders With guns a hundred fold. These two prisoners were caught And put in separate cellSo But we must give them credits They tried their best and well. Bill Black- Age 10,9 Bill Barton - Age 12=6 WHEN DEATH KNOCKED The mighty ship came to a halt, All alone in a deathly vault. Its mighty sails could help no more, Aa if the wind had closed its doo » Stillness and quiet lay all around. No more the crew would hear the sound Of beasts and birds, of waves and words, For Death was knocking at their door. Their limbs were weak, their throats were dry; It looked like Death had cast the die. The crew knew now there was no hope; With Death they knew they could not cope, A silence reigns now all over the ship, With here a shrivelled body, there a parched lip, A turned-up table, an open door.. Death isn ' t knocking any more, Steve Har t - Age 15»S

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Ik, MRo MACGREGOR As I entered Mr» MacQ-regor ' s corner grocery store I noticed how dirty it looked. Behind the counter, which was littered with scrap pieces of meat and bits of fat and cover- ed with a thin layer of dust there lolled a little old man. He was rather short, about five foot three. His torso was very roly-poly, while his face was thin, with a squared-off, hard-set Jaw„ The nose on that creature was like no other I had seen before. It was a little blob that looked half like a nose and hailf note His thick lips seemed to indicate a lisp. His eyes gleamed like a cat ' s. He had nothing on his head, no cap and no hair. The shirt he wore was a light blue coated with the dust of the last two weeks. Over this he had draped a once-white butcher ' s apron with several holes in it, that ' ll it be, kid? he asked, in a voice that made me al- most afraid to answer him, I did not say a word, but handed him the note my mother had given me„ As he extended his hand I Could see about half a dozen yellowed callouses. He read out the items and went to get them one by one. This he did very quickly and was soon through. He handed me the list and I chected over the items, You missed something, Mr, MacGregor, I informed him, pointing to the back of the note Bonny, he said slowly, I ' m fifty«five, and ain ' t never made a mistake nor missed nothing yet. Don ' t try to tell an old - man who knows he ' s right that he ' s wrong, I said nothing, but clutching the note a little tighter I turned on my heel and walked out, leaving him, ready to explode, with his goods on the counter. Howie Epstein - Age 11.10 A 3N0B He was a tall dignified man, with such an attitude towards people as you might expect from a man with a very high position, which indeed he had, Standing about 6 ft, 5 ins,, he was a veritable giant, with broad shoulders and strong arms, and he walked with an aloof gait. This man had to exercise about two