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

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NOTE We may rightly call this our first modest attempt at a magazine = for modest indeed it iSo Here will you find no gossip, no slander, no exposure of the love-lives of our pupils, and no boosts for dentrifice and detergents. Lacking in variety the magazine may be, for we, the Editor, are much given to formulating systems as soon as the Job is finished, ¥e hope, however, that it has good literary quality, and that - being young, as the contributors also are, - it may grow to better things. EDITOR Devise , wit; write, pen; for I am for whole volumes in foliOo

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RETURN TO SCHOOL The day you return to school la probably the saddest day of your year. Your last day of perfect freedom has passed away, and you walk down those dreary blocks of concfete, staring lazily at them and mumbling to yourself, thinking about the torture you will be going through for three-fourths of the year to come. So was it with me. Moreover, I was new, and all the more anxious as to what was to happen that day. I was two hours late - Thank heaveni - for Math, was almost finished. The building itself was quite old, but new additions had been made. The laboratory was one, a new class- room another. Incidentally there were rats in the old fireplace. I was very unhappy to see the playground, for this consisted mainly of rocks, with a shack, piles of wood thrown about, rusty nails and ladders, in a very small area. Generally, it was a sight that resembled vandalism. Old desks and chairs were strewn about. The new classroom had no windows e xcep t plastic sheets. The heat was probably too unbearable for Form II, The first day was most boring. However, we got out early and made the best of it. The old fireplace was the centre of attraction, for a colony of wasps was gathering, feeding upon the lunch-hour scraps. Meanwhile, the boys were swatting them down, adding deaths to their credit. It was one of the saddest and most discouraging days of my life, and I was very glad to get home, Arthur Clifford - Age 11.10 CAMPINa We walked along the old wood road. My dog, my pal, and I, And after a mile or two we came To a tall pine ' neath the sky. As it was coming time for lunch We sat beneath the pine. And thought-, as we ate our picnic meal. To camp there would be fine. It had the signs of good camp grounds. It was a sheltered place. We pitched our tents and gathered stones To make a fireplace. That night we slept in Pine Tree Gamp, At dawn we caught some fish. We cooked them in the fireplace, They made a tasty dish. John Page - Age 10,4