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

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- 10 - I like to eat all things such as vegetables or meat. I am supposed to eat cheese, and when I am a nuisance people put traps out for me. In the wintertime I hibernate or go to a house for the heat. I am supposed to be able to chase an elephant or scare women. WH lT AM I? David VanScoyk. Form A. THE STORY OF MALCOLM CAMPBELL The judge glared down at Malcolm Campbell saying, I fine you thirty shillings for speeding down hill at 27 m.p.h. on a bicycle. Malcolm was very fond of speed so he bought a car. One day he was driving up a hill and the car stopped. At this time Malcolm had a friend in the car with him. ¥hen the car stopped Malcolm got out and pushed, but the car was too heavy. Soon a crowd had gathered and Malcolm offered them money if they would push the car to the top of the hill, so they started pushing. When they reached the top, the car suddenly started by itself and sped off down the hill. I ftien they reached the bottom they crashed into a tram-car. Malcolm landed in the driver ' s comp artment and his friend landed on the pavement. The next day Malcolm walked around with his face hidden v ith plaster. Later he bought a racing car and named it the Blue-Bird. At first he only succeeded in going 107 m.p.h. and then 127 m.p.h. One day he was going to race the measured mile, but the crowds were so close to the track he had to tell the police, but they took no notice, so off he sped. He was going at about 107 m.p.h. when his front tires came off, so he went back to the start to have some more put on. This time he was going at about 120 m.p.h. when his back tire came off. It rolled into the crowd and killed a boy. Years passed and he won more and more races and even iran the world ' s record at 14$ m.p.h. By now his car was getting old, so he started to build a new one in order to compete with other nevi cars that were being constructed. Rory Burton. Form A. A WALK IN AUTI3M As I walked down a lonely trail I heard the crisp brown leaves from an oak tree under my feet. Once I heard this I knew autumn was really here. To my mind autumn is the most beautiful time of the year. I noticed that the sumachs on the hill had turned from green to red. I saw down in a valley some maples which were all crimson and gold, but towering above these were proud pines and firs. I never realized there was so much beauty in nature.