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

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11 THE LOST EASTER EGG Easter Bunny went into his v orkshop. He said, I ' ll need a lot of sugar for candy . The next day he mixed and stirred. He was very busy and stayed up ' til 2 o ' clock. He had made 100 red eggs, 50 yellov; eggs. He had made 1 blue egg. It was all chocolate except the middle. It was a cherry. He said, I hope nobody yill take any eggs . In the morning the blue egg was gone. He said, I must look for the egg, I hope nobody stole it. Oh! there it is. That is lucky that I found it. On Easter Morning everybody got candy and everyone was happy. Sarah Stevens, Prep. II Age 7. A RMEtffiRMCE DAY POEM I have heard of the grizzley days of the war, With guns booming and sirens crying And men giving their lives for their nations. Many wives crying because of wounds and deaths of men, Bombs dropping, guns firing and men shouting. How vjonderful it is to be free. Planes roaring and ship horns | Thunder flashes through the air. Tanks going through the horrible dust. Even those vrho have no medals can feel proud Because they fought for their people, We must be thankful to the people who fought for us. J, Forgie Prep. 3 Age 9.

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12. I WAS A FEROCIOUS TEENY-BOPPER One day two boys were talking about school . One was a reasonably good student who did his best all the time, and the other v;as an in- telligent boy who wasted his God-Given talent on trying to be a good fellow all the time. Billy said Chris , my advice to you is my motto, tune in, turn on, drop out. I ' ve sent a couple o ' teachers to the funny farm so far, so I think you ' re able to do it, too. Yes, there is still hope for you, come on down to my pad and have a double shot on me . So that ' s how little psychedelic Chris Crud became a fierce teeny bopper. Now, lets continue our story. The next day Chris did the best he could. He mugged twenty three old men on the way to school, stole candy from ten babies, took his first shot of morphine, robbed the general store and got away with ten thousand dollars in bubble gum cards and comics. In school he committed many more misdemeanor crimes such as getting ten teachers with home made switchblade (the tip of the blade contains a small nuclear warhead.) As the day closed he had, three counts of grand larceny, ten count of murder, ten counts of arson, 1 count of petty larceny, plus possess- ion of L.S.D,, morphine, mrijuana, heroine, opium and a package of ' reefers ' . They all added up to five hundred thirty-five years two and a half days in prison. Little Chris Crud is progressing isn ' t he? The next few days Chris developed into a crafty, sneaky, obnoxious precarious tweenster of twelve years of age. Four years later he dropped out of school and took himself and his switchblade on a cross country tour, (hawking cars along the way to provide transportation.) But on his way back he was bagged by the fuz and put in prison. He escaped two hundred twenty-one times, but he was caught two hundred twenty two times So Chris Crud aged two hundred fifty-one , is now serving a one thousand year term in Leavenworth penitentiary. Carol Matheson Prep. 6 Age 10 SKIING The thrill of the hill. The fear of a spill, As dovmward we schuss, The speed let ' s loose. I gain a fast pace, The snov bites at my face, I tingle with speed, No caution I heed. Chris Brandys Pre p. VI Age 12