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

Text from Pages 1 - 68 of the 1969 volume:

Ideals Ideas Presented by J lie StiiJents of Halifax, Nova Scotia May, 1969 The ninth edition of THE GRAMMARIAN marks a distinct advance in the evolution of this annual student publication. Instead of the soft cover, mimeographed magazine of former years, you now have in your hands a hard cover yearbook with a great many more photographs thar ever before, including coverage of the individual members of the graduat- ing class. This advance would noi have been possible without the initiative and responsibility shouldered by the students themselves. Two groups in particular deserve a large share of the praise: Edward Murphy, Paul Talbot, James Steeves, and David Goldbloom, who solicited advertising to enable us to meet the costs of this ambitions production; and Bernard New- man, James Steeves, and David Goldbloom, who put their time and their own photographic equipment (in the absence of darkroom facilities at the school) wholeheartedly to the service of this publication. Also to be commended are Susan Nichols, our first girl-editor, and Mr. Karr, the staff adviser, for all the time and effort they have lavished on the preparation of the book. The results speak for themselves. W. E. P. Currie Headmaster 2 njJlto 4vc TLe j y fow7 2. What a cutie! 3. Non est ad astra mollis via 5. I ' m still smilin ' n ' t try to tell me I ' ll get up there . . . Those eyes! ' ' C L 9. So ' s your ol ' man! 8. It just takes talent and lots of backbone. 99 ' , 1 1 . You must have been a beautiful baby. 12. Nov , let ' s think about that. 10. Let ME have the ball. This page sponsored by Mr. S. E. Acker. 15. New theatre, indeed! I v as way ahead of ' em! (See page 56) MIDDLE THREE 3rd row: W. Stairs, A. Proctor, J. Neal, J. Murwin, V. McGuire, D. Haldane, D. Guy, R. Aterman 2nd row: Mrs. McLellan, D. Welbourn. R. Rankin, V. Grant, P. Walling, J. McAuley, D. Hogan, J. Greening, G. Buhr, K. Brown 1st row: J. Ward, K. Norwood, D. Newman, C. Matheson, E. Lim, W. Schwartz, A. Gillis, C. Brandys, S. Acker MIDDLE TWO 3rd row: R. Quigley, G. Auld. P. Medjuck, M. Raymond, L. Tingley, A. Merchant 2nd row: Mr. Spencer, A. Lim, L. Guyette, J. Garay, R. Mun-ay, R. Walker, A. Shaw 1st row: N. Hill, T. Brown, E. Mitchell, B. Oiand. C. Porter, C. Piercey, N. Mann 14 2nd row: Mr. Johnstone, Mrs. Frei, Mrs. Cassidy, Mrs. McLellan, Miss Marki, Miss Keith, Mrs. Fox, Mr. Ben vie 1st row: Mr. Bradon, Mrs. Scobbie, Mrs. McCarthy, Mr. Karr, Mi-. Currie, Mr. Spencer, Mi ' s. Embree, Mrs. McGuire, Dr. Morris Absent: Dr. Rolland, Mrs. Gillis Mrs. Wilson Mr. Smith 3 2nd row: R. Piercey, C. Morash. P. Talbot, S. Nichols, J. Steevens, C. Wilson, B. Newman 1st row: Mr. Karr, H. Barton, J. Crosby, R. MacLelland, D. Goldbloom, E. Murphy Editor-in-chief Susan Nichols Assistant Editor-in-chief Robert MacLelland Literary Editor Claire Morash Assistant Literary Editor Claire Wilson Art Editor Harris Barton Assistant Art Editor David Goldbloom Sports Editor Randall Piercey Assistant Sports Editor James Crosby Advertising Editor Edward Murphy Assistant Advertising Editor James Steeves Activities Editor Paul Talbot Photography Editor Bernard Newman Assistant Photography Editor James Steeves Faculty Adviser James Karr Acknowledgements: We wish to express our appreciation in particular to Mrs. Aslin and Mrs. Nichols for help in typing in text. We also wish to express gratitude to everyone who has in any way contributed to the success of this ambitious undertaking. ass JOHN GRACE Do your duty and leave the rest to Heaven. Equipped with water pistol and mischievous grin, John eagerly takes part in the pranks of the gang . He also adds his good nature to all Student Council activities and takes good care of its funds. John has been our outstand- ing creator of characters and slapstick comedy for hilarious posters down through the years; but there ' s no joking when John, hockey stick in hand, steps on the ice for the H.G.S. team. Going for edelweiss next year? AIDAN EVANS Time for every purpose and for every work. Aidan, an excellent and energetic student, is a credit to the School and to himself. Very quiet and often avoiding praise, he proves that not being over-talkative is not an im- pediment to popularity or success. Aidan lets his good humour and industry speak for him, and so far they have done well. An eager participant in school activities and sports — to say nothing of his riposte on our Reach for the Top team — he has been a real asset to his class and his School. A university scholarship is a recent accolade. HELEN FLINT There is a pleasure in poetic pains Which only poets know. Helen, a newcomer, has added a feminine touch to the class and a hint of Scottish temper that has kept the boys in their places. Helen ' s achievement of excellence in literature and languages and her sensitivity in painting testify to her love of the arts — a love which does not yet, however, embrace Euclid and his ilk. A sharp sense of humour, dry wit, in- dependent outlook on life, and a personal idiom animate her writing. Her considerable talents have been recognized with a university scholarship. 5 JAMES GUMPERT An angel at home, but a devil abroad. Jim ' s golden locks and blue eyes suggest an angelic tem- perament, but beware! — behind them lurks mischief. A passionate car lover, he enjoys defending the merits of his Volks . Sometimes pensive, but usually merry and joking, Jim is an active member of Hi-Y and an avid sailor. His consistent rank among the academic leaders of his class has won him a university scholarship, and next year Dal- h( sie will have the pleasure of his company. WILLIAM HUTCHINSON And a woman is only a looman, hut a good cigar is a smoke. In only two years at H.G.S., Bill has adjusted splendidly. Carefree, whimsical, friendly, and musical, he does both the bass guitar and trumpet great justice, with a musical credit for the latter. Bill has a National Lifeguard Award and a Bronze Cross. Soccer, a credit course at the Art College, academic efforts, and generous plans for next year manage to keep him busy. PHILIP KWOK Never idle a moment, hut thrifty, and thoughtful of others. Phil, from Hong Kong, quickly overcame a deficiency in English and rose to lead his class. His impressive accom- plishments are not only academic. Being the Gentleman of Upper 4, Phil ' s pleasant manners and outlook have won him favour in the school. A quick grin shows Phil ' s warmth of character. With diverse interests, Phil can be found in the lab , deep in a book, or demonstrating karate. Medicine and Dalhousie are his present aims. 6 UPPER THREE 2nd row: B. Mizerit, C. Morash, R. Piercey, D. Rhude, J. Welbourn, S. Nichols 1st row: Mr. Karr, K. Vaughan, E. Murphy, H. Barton, F., McQuire, G. Heggie ; UPPER TWO 3rd row: M. Quigley, J. Smith, I. Youle, M. Monahan, J. Glube, A. Finley, D. Hirsch, J. Shepperson j2nd row: L. Edelstein, S. Richardson, H. Corston, J. Crosby, K. Chopra, D. Tingley, D. Goldbloom, Mrs. Cassidy list row: R. Burton. T. Purves. P. Talbot, J. Steeves, V. Slauenwhite, R. MacLelland, W. Price, C. Wilson 1 1 UPPER ONE 3rd row: C. Jannasch, R. Hawkins, M. Newman, J. Doule, T. Norwood. M. Scares 2nd row; J. Rhude, S. Mann, J. Slater, J. Mingo, A. Tibbetts. P. Merchant 1st row: Ml-. Bradon, R. Richardson. P. Lim, R. Shears. G. Crosby. D. Wainwright MIDDLE FOUR 3rd row: P. Wainwright. R. Hirsch. M. Burnstein. A. Sidorov, E. Glube, T. Reid 2nd row: P. Monahan. R. Grant. D. Black. A. Gillis. K. Guyette. M. Latter. J. Colwell. J. Longley 1st row: D. Joudrey. B. Medjuck. B. Thomson. Mr. Benvie. W. Lim, A. MacLachlan, M. Jannasch 12 i PREP FOUR 3rd row: J. Forgie, D. Price, V. Byrom, A. Clark, C. Walling, J. Bugden, A. Grantmyre, W. Speirs, J. Grantmyre 2nd row: H. Center, P. Whitby, P. Hunt, J. Schwartz, T. Manuge, J. Welch, A. Pugsley, J. Szerb, Mrs. McGuire 1st row: J. Wedlake, J. Mitchell, S. Hawkins, C. Carver, R. Flint, C. Shaw. M. Sullivan 15 PREP THREE 3rd row: B. Fairn, S. Stevens, B. Morse, V. Cunningham, R. Oland, N. Guy 2nd row: Miss Marki, E. Maclean, T. Terriss, D. Sullivan. M. Manuge, G. Gruner, J. Murphy 1st row: J. Mackay, P. Johnston, W. MacDermaid, J. Thompson, S. Byrom, C. Reed PREP TWO 3rd row: P. Graham, W. Manzig, A. Whitby, C. Monahan, P. Aterman 2nd row: Mrs. McCarthy, M. Rankin, J. Williams, D. Carver, C. Norvelle, A. Porter 1st row: B. Maclean, M. Honig, J. Ritchie, P. Gow, D. Harris 16 PREF ONE 3rd row: C. Armstrong, P. Hart, E. Peaslee, K. Harris, J. Ritchie, A. Silverman, J. Aquino 2nd row: Miss Keith, L. Medjuck, B. Reed. T. Conter, R. Farmer, J. Blanchard, D. Hatfield 1st row: C. Brown, M. Hildebrand, R. Samek, N. Mingo, M. Hawkins, M. Moore, P. Buell I am a camera. The gauntlet. . On the balL Tarzan or the ape? 2nd row: W. Mayo. T. Brown, Mrs. McLellan, K. Brown, G. Neal, J. McAuley, C. Brandys, M. Latt( 1st row: H. Bartx)n, D. Tupper, J. Grace, D. Scouler. D. Tripp, C. Wilso n, R. Shears The Student Council this year consisted of representatives from Middle 3 and 4, with Mrs. McLellan as Faculty Adviser, and represent- atives of Upper 1, 2, 3, and 4, whh Dr. Morris as Faculty Adviser. When the elections were held in October, it was evident there was a great deal of enthusiasm in the student body. Middle 3 and Middle 4 sponsored various campaigns with all the trappings of political high jinks: banners, placards, speeces, and behind-the-scenes bargaining. The tension is well illustrated by the vote for Vice-President: 36, 35, and 34. The Executive Committee this year consists of David Scouler, Pres- ident; David Tripp, Vice-President; John Grace, Treasurer; and Douglas Tupper, Secretary. The Class Representatives are energetic and hard- working and coordinate well with the Executive. During the year the Council has sponsored a Keep-Our-School- Clean campaign, a candy sale which netted over one hundred dollars, and the annual Winter Carnival. The success of this affair and the degree of enjoyment of all those who attended speak highly of the Council ' s planning and hard work. Some of these funds were used to buy gifts for Miss Mahar upon the occasion of her retirement. These were presented to her at a special assembly called to express the affection and gratitude of the students and staff. The remainder of the funds raised this year will be used to buy ad- ditional sports equipment and to underwrite the School dance which is planned for the end of the year. 18 Spray and Spume 3rd row: G. A. Finley, I. Youle, J. Mingo, J. Smith 2nd row: L. Eldelstein, M. Monalian, C. Wilson, D. Tingley, S. Richardson 1st row: B. Newman, K. Chopra, Mrs. Cassidy, W. Price, A. Evans Students interested in mathematics have been gathering regularly this year to explore areas of the subject not necessarily covered in our mathematics curriculum. The idea had been suggested in past years, but it was only at the beginning of this year that there was enough student interest to justify the forma- tion of a club. There are now about thirteen regular members — but guests are always welcome! At our Wednesday meetings a talk is pre- sented by one of the students, and everyone participates in the discussion which follows. Topics range from practical ones which are of great help in everyday work — Better Ways of Solving Equations Using Matrices , Speed Mathematics , Logarithms in Com- putations — to more general but equally interesting ones — How an Airplane Flies , Geometric Fallacies , Probability . On other occasions club members visit Dalhousie University where they are intro- duced to such equipment as the desk calcu- lator and the computer. Complete knowledge of equipment of this type is, apparently, es- sential to competence in mathematics of the future . Members of the club are enthusiastic abo the work of the organization this year ai are looking forward to an even more acti ' year ahead. Fallout!! 20 THE DEBATING CLUB 1 row: J. Colwell, R. Aterman, P. Walling, P. Monahan, V. Grant, K. Guyette, D. Newman, M. Latter i row: Mrs. McLellan, B. Medjuck, G. Buhr, J. Greening, S. Acker, T. Reid, B. Thomson , row: P. Wainwi ' ight, A. MacLachlan, J. Longley, A. Gillis, V. McGuire, D. Haldane, C. Matheson, M. Burnstein DEBATING AND QUIZ CLUBS Two of the most active organizations in the School this year have been the Debating and Quiz lubs of Middle 3 and Middle 4. Under the direction of Mrs. McLellan, these organizations have enjoyed eekly meetings of wide participation and animated competition. The enthusiastic student support of these groups should provide a truly inspiring example for the ;her classes in the school, for they have been long-term demonstrations of unflagging school spirit from leir inception in the Fall Term. . THE QUIZ CLUB ; 5rd row: K. Norwood, J. Ward, R. Aterman, E. Glube, V. McGuire, E. Lim, C. Matheson, C. Brandys, M. Latter Ind row: Mrs. McLellan, K. Brown, A. MacLachlan, G. Buhr, J. Longley, D. Black, B. Medjuck, S. Acker, V. Grant, J. Greening, M. Jannasch Lst row: B. Thomson, P. Monahan, P. Walling, R. Hirsch, J. Colwell, A. Gillis, D. Newman, G. Neal, J. McAuley, M. Burnstein 21 3rd row: A. Shaw. L. Medjuck. T. Center. L. Silverman. K. Harris. E. Peaslee, P. Hart, B. Reed. Jfst Ritchie. J. Blanchai-d. B. Oland. E. Mitchell 2nd row: M. Hawkins, C. Walling. V. Byrom. N. Mingo, P. Farmer, M. Moore. M. Hildebrand, P. Buel 1st row: Mi-s. McCarthy, R. Samek. M. Raymond, P. Medjuck, L. Tingley, D. Murray, M. Rankin, A Whitby, P. Graham LOWER SCHOOL DANCE GROUP Students from all gi ' ades of the Lower School gather each Tuesday for interpretive dancing. Thi: activity improves their ability to listen to the different rhythms of music, their coordination, and th b(x]y control necessary for quick, stretched, and sustained movements. Each student is encouraged U translate the abstract of music into the concrete of body form and movement. iter; !ver CHESS CLUB 3rd row: C. Matheson, P. Wainwright, P. Monahan, J. Colwell, C. Brandys, R. Aterman 2nd row: D. Welbourn, D. Joudrey, M. Jannasch, G. Buhr 1st row: J. Glube, W. Price, H. Barton, A. Evans, F. McGuire, M. Monahan, L Youle 22 nd row: R. Hirsch, P. Wainwright, R. Grant, S. Richardson, J. Colwell, J. Shepperson, P. Monahan, D. Hirsch Jljst row: H. Ck)rston, E. Glube, D. Goldbloom, Mr. Bradon, R. MacLelland, M. Latter, M. Jannasch Bue ij FRENCH DRAMA GROUP During the winter and spring terms a number of students and adults have been participating in an iformal drama group which has been concentrating on a few scenes from the rich pages of French Tli terature. Among these are L ' Amour medecin and Les Romanesques . This is a first venture and I [I veryone is hopeful it will lead to the production of a French program next year. nd row: Christopher Porter, Elizabeth Mitchell St row: David Murray, Mr. Spencer, Alice Lim LOWER SCHOOL STAMP CLUB Some people think stam p collecting must be very dull, but the members of this group could not lisagree more. Once one has become interested in stamps and the places they represent, there is no imit to one ' s enthusiasm. Our group has certainly found this to be true. Naturally, the fact that our nroup contains a couple of World travellers increases the interest and the possibility of swapping tamps. 23 ART CLUB The thought of Art Club on Wednesday afternoon carries many a student through the hardships of the academic day. After school fifteen or twenty of these aspiring artists gather in the Art Room to express their ideas in any reasonable medium their fancies lead them to; whenever they run into difficulties, Mrs. Fox is ready to give friendly advice and constructive criticism. Three dimensional work is done in a wide range of materials from beans and toothpicks to papier mache — very popular even if a little messy — and clay fired in our own school kiln. Attractive murals and pictures are produced, using water colours, pastels, oil, India ink, and cut paper. Enjoyment and creativity are the dual — and realized — objectives of the Art Club. 24 1 THE RECORDER GROUP 2nd row: Mr. Garber, A. Clark, S. Smith, D. Sullivan, P. Whitby, M. Manuge 1st row: S. Kirke, J. Thompson. S. Byrom, G. Clarke, C. Reed I nd list r row: P. Talbot, R. Shears, E. Lim ow: J. Crosby, W. Lim, K. Chopra BADMINTON TEAM On March 1st an eager squad of students went to Pi ' ince Andrew High School to compete for the metro area badminton championship. Seven other teams of six members each provided competition of a high calibre. Our A singles entry, William Lim, fared well, coming in third, but oui ' other playei-s didn ' t seem to force any opponents into submission. Still, the new acquaintances and the good workout made the affair well worthwhile. 25 CERAMIC PHASES Self-portrait life mask in bisque ware — fired, unglazed Markus Jannasch Girl Reading — glazed figurine Markus Jannasch Incised ceramic pot — unfired William Lim REACH FOR THE TOP TEAM nd row: Douglas Tupper, Bernard Newman st row: Michael Monahan, Aidan EVans, William Price This is a ' Who am I? ' question. It ' s worth forty points if you can tell who I am from the first clue. I was born in 1966 in the mind of a CBC executive doing his part for rotten management . Being a stimulant for wit and quick recall , I have matured in three years of success and may be seen every Friday evening. Who am I? Jesting aside, the CBC ' s Reach for the Top is a commendable ef- fort to stimulate a thirst for knowledge. Into one half -hour (interrupted by three commercials) are jammed as many questions as the teams can answer. Success demands quick and correct answers on a wide range of queries from chemistry through politics to art and music recognition. The motivation of the programme is, however, competition. This is the life of the party , and the party is Canada-wide. In July regional winners will converge on St. John ' s, Newfoundland, for the Canadian cham- pionship. Though a battle ' s to fight ere the guerdon be gained. The re- ward of it all is still the goal. Thus far, we have been fortunate enough to win over Clare District High School, Musquodoboit Rural High, King ' s College School, and Wind- sor High School. Who knows. . . .? See Judy LaMarsh . ' 27 3rd row: T. Norwood, R. Richardson, A. MacLachlan, D. Goldbloom, R. Grant, G. Crosby 2nd row: A. Evans, T. Purves, R. Piercey, D. Rhude, D. Scouler, D. Tupper, R. Burton, J. Crosb 1st row: Mr. McLellan, R. MacLelland. J. Grace, D. Tripp, S. Neal, Mr. McCarthy HOCKEY TEAM The Hockey Team held practices this year at Saint Mary ' s rink on Fridays from five to six o ' clock. We were very fortunate in obtaining as coaches the experienced Messrs. McCarthy and McLellan. We were worked hard during practices, something which was needed to build a solid and aggressive team. The one hour per week practice time, however, wasn ' t quite enough to keep the team in shape. Most of our competition came from a Rockingham squad. In the first game they beat us 6-3. Our goals were made by Crace, who scored twice, and Bob Richardson, who added a single. The second game ended in a 2-2tie, with Crace and Tripp scoring. In our next game we clipped a team from Q.E.H. 5-3. Tripp got two tallies and Crace, Richardson, and Scouler scored singles. In its final game the team shut out Rockingham 3-0, the first shut-out recorded in the history of the School. The goal scorers were Piercey, Neal, and Crace. Doug Tupper, our goalie, turned in a spectacular performance. As always, it is hoped that next year will be even more successful. To make this possible, we must have more competition, better organiza- tion, and at least one additional hour of practice per week. I don ' t believe it. !rd row: R. Richardson, T. Norwood, M. Scares, K. Vaughan, F. McGuire, P. Monahan, G. Crosby 2nd row: A. MacLachlan, J. Crosby, J. Steeves, D. Rhude, R. Piercey, J. Welbourn, D. Tupper, T. Purves .St row: W. Hutchinson, D. Scouler, D. Tripp, J. Crace, W. Lim, S. Neal, M. Power, E. Lim SOCCER TEAM This past fall our Soccer Team gained local recognition in being accepted into the Nova Scotia High School Soccer Competition. Practices were held regularly on our own field with Mr. Keshwar as coach. It was not long before we began to feel the unity which is important to any team. Our first game, played at Saint Mary ' s, was with Halifax West. We were encouraged by our 4-0 victory. Two days later, however, Eastern Shore squeezed by us by 1-0 in a hard-fought, exciting contest. On October 8th we again met the Halifax West team and beat them 3-0. Unfortunately, on October 10th we were eliminated from further com- petition by a determined Eastern Shore team which defeated us 3-0; we just couldn ' t get the ball down the road . In addition to these Competition games, we also played two exhibition games during the season. We enjoyed a game with a School for the Blind team and won a match with Sidney Stephen of Bedford 4-1. Naturally, we are all looking fomard to an even more exciting and rewarding season next year — though we will sorely miss some of the stalwarts of Upper 4. Up the road, man! 29- INTERMEDIATE HOCKEY TEAM id row: W. Stairs, G. Neal, R. Hawkins. T. Reid, M. Burnstein, A. Gillis ijd row: D. Black, R. Shears, B. Medjuck, D. Hogan, J. McAuley, A. Gillis trow: Mr. McCarthy, R. Grant, R. Richardson, G. Crosby, A. MacLachlan, Mr. McLellan LOWER SCHOOL SOCCER d row: A. Clark, R. Boyd, W. Mayo, C. Schandl, M. Burnstein, R. Quigley, H. Glube, G. Clark id row: D. Heath, K. Honig, D. Ottman, P. Macnab, M. Pugsley, P. Richardson, P. Aterman, G. Auld ;t row: J. Garay, D. Ritchie, E. Jannasch, Mr. Johnstone, N. Hill, C. Piercey, C. Morrow 31 I Perfect (?) form. I ' m insecure. But it ' s beneath my dignity Hop, skip, and a Where ' s my horse? jump Honors to Miss Mahar! 32 Iterarvj PREP ONE First Prize FLOWERS Flowers in May, Flowers in June, Flowers all over, And flowers in bloom, Green and Yellow, Pink and Blue Covered all over with morning dew. Lynda Medjuck Second Pi-ize MY BICYCLE I like to ride my bicycle In the wind and in the sun, Whenever I am out at play I ride it very far away And it is such great fun. I used to like my tricycle When I was very small, But now I like my bicycle Best of all. Robert Samek Honorable Mention A NEW DOG Last week we got a puppy. He is black and tan, he has a blue collar. He is very frisky nd likes to bite my bare feet, and he likes to bite my fingers. I like him very much. Jamie Ritchie PREP TWO First Prize CRYSTAL, THE SNOWFLAKE Hi, I am a snowflake. My name is Crystal. I am a baby of thousands of big snow- lakes. I come at winter time. When I fall from the sky, I see roof tops, smoke from the himneys, cars on the road, and children playing. Thump, I land on earth. It seems so queer. I see things like trees, steps and many vindows. All the things I see are wonderful. Suddenly I am picked up. Someone crushes ne into a snowball and throws me. I find myself on someones nose. I melt and die. Poor ne. Crystal. A fairy tale Danny Cai ' ver 33 Second Prize THE NEWSPAPER I went to see some newspapers being made. The newspapers are very complicatec First tiiey molded the letters on pieces of metal. Then they pressed the pieces of metal o f yellow paper. After they pressed the metal on paper they put the yellow paper on roller ij! and as the paper moves very fast, the roller turns with the tough yellow paper with ink oi ' it, and the ink is pressed on to the paper. Than they fold the papers and the papers get ad dressed. Then the paperboy brings them to the houses. Martin Honig PREP THREE | First Prize | THE GIRL AND THE CROW | Once upon a time there was a little girl who was so poor that she had no food. On day she went out in the woods to look for food. While she was walking she met a crow wh seemed to her to be an ordinary crow, but he wasn ' t. He was magic. Good day , sai Karen to the crow, I am trying to find food. Will you show me where I can find some? You can find some right here , laughed the crow. He really meant it, but Karen couldn ' see it, (for she did not know that the crow was magic.) Now just wait a minute , chuckle the crow. You do not know my secret, but now you will see. And, Bang! quick as flash the wood was filled with food. Why , exclaimed the surprised girl, I didn ' t kno that you were magic. That was my secret , said the crow. Now help yourself. Than you , replied the happy little girl. So there she stood eating like a little pig. The sparro was alro eating. Now would you like to be friends? asked the sparrow. Yes , said th girl, Now we ' ll see some adventures. So off they went together, food and all, to seek ac ventures. Jennifer Thompson Second Prize THE BEAUTIFUL SPRING Once upon a funny time, I helped my sister make this rhyme. I saw the flowers and the trees. And heard the buzz of busy bees. Once I went to smell a flower. Then I began to see its power. It began to nip me hard, And I went running round the yard. Time went slowly through the spring, And I began to notice things. But of all the flowers and the trees, The best of all was the evening breeze. After I composed this rhyme, I went outside to have a lovely time. Then I thought of all the things, That I could see in the beautiful spring. Jennifer Thompson 34 35 PREP FOUR First Prize THE SEASHORE AT NIGHT The sea laps quietly on the seashore. A lonely crab crawls onto the sand. Nearby in a little rock pool some little fish are swimming in the light of the moon. They are probably wishing that they will be able to get back to the sea. In the sea the seaweed sways gently. Silently a starfish moves towards the water on its hundi ' ed little feet. The sand is as smooth as silk. Only the little marks that the crab made are showing. A little breeze makes the top of the water wrinkle. Everything is very quiet. Nearby along the shore people are asleep in their summer cottages dreaming of swimming in the sea and maybe picnics on the beach. In a few hours the seagulls will wake and fly off to hunt for some breakfast. Then soon people will come and the noise of the day will start again. Claire Carver Second Prize BRAVE INDIAN Once upon a time Such a very long time ago, There lived a little Indian, Brave Indian, I was told. Now this little Indian brave Did something very, very brave. There was one little Indian squaw Brave Indian tried to save. She was the daughter of the chief Not a very old chief was he, He was the kind of chief that would say — Come sit right on my knee. And there was one great, great big tiger That would come prowling all around. And this time when he came prowling He saw the squaw sitting on the ground. This tiger liked little squaws Especially when they are sitting on the ground, He decided he wanted this squaw So he didn ' t make a sound. Brave Indian was just coming out of the teepee When he saw the tiger coming near. And he saw the squaw on the ground But in him there was no fear. He went inside the teepee And came out with a can of ' ' Meow catfood, So when the tiger saw it It changed his whole mood. This tiger liked Meow ; It was his favorite kind of food. He decided that the catfood By himself was going to be chewed. When he started to come near Brave Indian, Brave Indian set the can right down, Then the tiger started to purr A strange purring kind of sound. So now the village had a pet A tiger pet you know. But as far as you ever look now You will never find it so. Cathy Shaw Honorable Mention THE THREE LITTLE ELVES Once upon a time, long, long ago, there lived three little elves (they were triplets) . They lived with their mother and father. Every day they went to school hand in hand, but instead of walking properly they went hoppity skippity hop. Their mother was always worrying and thinking something might happen to them. Every day as the elves skipped along they sang this rhyme: We like skipping along Singing this song, Skippity, Flippity, Hop, hop, hop. One day North Wind came and he said, ' Hide your children ' s shoes and let them sleep in tomorrow. They will have to go to school with no shoes. I will nip them, that will cure them. Bbbbbut Mrs. Elf started to object. Poof, the North Wind was gone. Mrs. Elf did what North Wind told her and now her children walked like any civilized elf. And now whenever the triplets try to skip their shoes come off and North Wind nips their toes. Veronica Byrom Honorable Mention PAST, PRESENT AND FUTURE In the past, those good old days. When everything was innocent and pure. The sky was blue, the grass was green. And the water was clear as glass. And that was the good old past. But now we ' re in the present, And this thing called smog is in the Air; It ' s like a great glorious gas chamber. But we don ' t seem to care. And everywhere you look there ' s WAR! WAR! WAR! and people shout more! more! More! It ' s just like throwing out an Apple core. And then there ' s the future; they ' ll Probably be no such thing as the sweet Fresh air of the clear blue sea. The sky will be black with pollution And the grass will be gray and Every day will be a tragedy. OH! What happened to those good old days? Julie Schwartz Honorable Mention BEING SICK Written when I had Hong Kong flu. I have got the flu bug, But just a second folks, Cough! cough! spit! spat! ugg! That really makes me choke! I take red pills and white pills, There ' s even one that ' s blue. They ' re meant to take away this terrible disease, The dreaded Hong Kong flu. Phillip Hunt MIDDLE ONE First Prize THE POBBLE WHO HAS NO TEETH The pobble who has no teeth Had them all when he was a boy. When they said if you brush them you ' ll lose them all He replied, Ha, Ha, Ho, Hee, Hoy! His Aunt Jobiska bought him Crest To keep away that cavity pest, For she said, The world brushes with Crest, Three times a day and before they rest. The Pobble who has no teeth Took up dentistry, He make the grades and opened an office Up in Tennessee. And his Aunt Jobiska said, Whew! You picked the right job my little nephew. And I will make for you a great big feed To satisfy your hungry greed. He did very well and when patients came to him He said, ' Pick, Pick and a Puff, Puff, Piffy , And had their teeth fixed in a ]iffy. But just then he forgot about His own Crest and his teeth fell out. So heed this warning: brush with Crest, Three times a day and before you rest. (With apologies to Edward Lear) Not much to say in this particular poem, So I think I should end it and go back home. David Ottman Second Prize FARM Rivers ' dry sources Ponds — no fish Cats — no dish Hens lay no eggs Donkeys, weak legs Cornfields, wind beaten Left to be eaten Skinny cats Barn full of bats Such is the farm with no owner. Emanuel Jannasch Wilting flowers Apples sour Grassless lawn Mouldy brown Half dead cows Meatless sows Demolished byre In stove no fire Paralyzed dogs Bony hogs The weakest horses 2nd row: Michael Monahan, Mr. Johnstone, William Price 1st row: Leah Eldelstein, Mrs. Scobbie, Allen Finley Moo-o-o-o-o THE LIBRARY This year ha.s been the most successful ini the history of the Grammar School Library. Under the devoted supervision and guidance of Mrs. Scobbie and Mr. Johnstone the en-! tire operation and the atmosphere of the hbrary have changed. The student Ubrarians, Leah Edelstein, Michael Monahan, William Price, and Allen Finley, have responded well to the direction of these two hard-working- teachers; books are now issued and returned properly under eagle eyes, and the general services of the library have been greatly im- proved. The year has also been marked by the acquisition of a large number of new books, including a set of GREAT BOOKS. Books are being added constantly in all fields, add- ing greatly to the interest, value, and the use of the collection. One other interesting de- velopment in the library has been the addi- tion of study-carrels to minimize the distrac- tions to which students are inevitably ex- posed when they have to study in a small, crowded area. The cry now is, If only we had more room!! THE NEW ADDITION Early in the life of the new building it was ?vident to almost everyone that room would 36 at a premium. Steadily the situation grew ivorse, until some classes had to meet in an jpstairs corridor lobby. It became increas- ingly clear that the aims and purposes for ivhich the School had been founded could not be achieved without more space. Once again II the parents demonstrated their dedication and undertook the building of an addition. J Lysander said, The course of true love never „ did run smooth. He must have been think- ing of devoted parents and school building. Contractors were busy; workmen were scarce; suppliers were addled; transport pixii- ated. Still, in the end — and for some at School the end came none too soon, what with dust, Coming in for a landing pounding, dropping of I-beams, screaming of drills, saws, and sanders — in the end, the addition was completed — and everyone has been getting as much use of it as possible ever since. The addition consists of a large assembly room, better and better equipped with all kinds of audio-visual aids, a large class room, intended ultimately to be used as a biology laboratory, and a photographic darkroom without any equipment. The darkroom, how- ever, like the other larger areas in the new addition, can boast of comfortable, durable, green wall-to-wall carpeting. Don ' t get the wrong impression! We love every inch of it; .we ' re just hungry for more. STUCK? In these plush surrou ndings? Honorable Mention A SEQUEL TO ELDORADO The knight with his sword, his shield, his mace. Searching for this gallant place. Onward, onward, onward knight. The Shadow of Pilgrim has heard your plight. The gold, the silver, the jewels, you seek, When you find them, will you be too old, too weak? If and whenever, you find your Eden, Will it be enough to satisfy your greed? Or, Onward, onward, to the Valley of the Shadow, Searching for your Eldorado. Michael Pugsley MIDDLE TWO First Prize LITTLE BIRD Soaring like a diving plane Why do you do it little bird? Why don ' t you peacefully sleep in your nest Instead of acting so absurd? Now look, You ' ve made your feathers fall. If you keep on going I ' ll soon have them all. Oh, little bird. Be a sensible thing. Do like you mama. Sit still and sing. Pamela Medjuck Second Prize VIGIL Through the long stretches of the bitter-cold watch, The man at the helm fits tiller in notch. Softly, softly, sweet waves of sleep. Steal over the one who vigil must keep. And the last he knows is the soft slap of waves Throwing themselves over and over again. The sails were luffing, the mizzer was wild. The slapping of waves no longer was mild. The storm-tossed vessel pitched and rolled. The fish flapped about in the large, spacious hold. Birds were outlined against the gray dawn, The colours grew vivid: Night ' s curtain was drawn; The storm now vanished. All traces were banished Of a storm on the Sea of the Sunrise Wind. Michele Raymond Honorable Mention MRS. CHATTER AND MRS. GABBYGUT ' S SHOPPING SPREE (and the consequences) Everybody has heard of the famous explosion in the Hahfax Har- bour in 1917. But possibly not everybody is aware of the happenings that led up to that event. This is how the story goes. Mrs. Chatter and Mrs. Gabbygutz had just arrived in Halifax with their husbands. (Goodness only knows what they would want to come to Halifax for.) It was seven o ' clock in the morning when Mrs. Chatter knocked on Mrs. Gabbygutz ' s door and said, Oh Myrtle, I ' ve just heard the good news. Eatons is having a gigantic sale. We must get over there right away before all the good things are gone! Yes, yes, Gabrielle , was the i eply. Just wait ' til I grab my husband ' s cheque book. Have you got yours? Of course, I wouldn ' t come without it. Somehow they managed to sneak off their ship and catch a carriage over to Eatons. When they got there they bought everything that they possibly could. From dresses to books, from children ' s toys (although they didn ' t have any children) to candelbras. On the way to the ship they had so many packages that they took three carriages just for the packages. They followed in another one. When they arrived at their cabins their husbands were so shocked that they exploded. The explosion was so great that the whole ship was destroyed and also another one that was near it. Of course the people of Halifax, not knowing what had caused the explosion, had to make up a story about a fire and then the explosion but now you know the true story. Tracey Brown MEMORIES I left without saying good-bye, Ten thousand miles from home I fly, The fair lan dscape I recall Appears to stand before my eyes, With green meadows and lofty hills — Beautiful memories I will not forget. I hope time will like the river flow That I will soon fulfil my goal. I hope my homeland will remain the same When I return someday again. Philip Kwok THREE POEMS BY HELEN FUNT CLASS OF 1969 A BOOK OF SONG Now that he has sketched His wings horizon wide. And left a book of song Among the orchard, He sits upon the pensive afternoon Below, he knows. The people dream of notes On things he cannot understand; Reason with theii ' pens Not their hearts; And love each other In little stops and starts. Still, he remembers Swimming on the sky ' s Deep blue enclosure; And the pain Of sacrificing perfidiuousness To the seasons- Seeking warmer suns And longer days. And he recalls A wild reunion With the silent dawn. And he remembers Hopping through the ocean On the gi een and slippery Lips of the storm. And as the afternoon Skims under evening And the champions of the day Slink off to sleep. Then, in the hot. Slow breath of night, He knows that in the morning All the mists and colours Will rise to greet the sun, And he will mingle In the kiss of sun and earth. And surrender himself To be forever singing Parodies to the wind. HOPSCOTCH DANCE No need of another Heaven When white wild swans Slid palely Through narrow woods Of toneless chants on childhood. No need more tears of memory When we pledged our pleasure. With a sixpence, to the hurdy-gurdy mar Or climbed forbidden fences And chalked out hopscotch dances. No need such dull complacency To feel a shadow wasted Or stilled among sawns ' epitaphs. No need of any other things: For these were once our angels ' wingf THE QUESTION Life is a poem, We rhyme, We rhythm, We stanza, We end. The question is What is a poem? 46 rize ssa ' it ' BELLA ITALIA BY CLAIRE WILSON CLASS OF 1971 BELLA ITALIA At first glance the little towns perched on e steep cliffs beside the Ligurian Sea appeal- be deserted except for the shiny green ards sunning themselves on the dry stone ills of the olive and fig orchards. All the uses have wooden shutters tightly closed i ainst the glance of humanity or the whims nature, and the pastel colours of the alls have faded under the onslaught of sun id wind. But the houses are lived in; the  ple of the town have gone down through eep passages between them, to spend the ly splashing in the sea or playing in the md. How different is the way of life in ese Ligurian villages from that of Rome or enice or Florence and yet how similar they are. lome is a gay city, the swinging capital, place where very old and very new are cely blended. Despite the fact that ancient Oman ruins are to be found almost every- lere, the past does not cast an overwhelm- ig shadow across the city ... it is one grftat contrasts. Walking along a narrow ack street, it is very easy to imagine one- f in the times of medieval Rome; the stone ■oughs decorated with the heads of old ods, the uneven cobbled streets, serve as (constant reminder of the past. Turning corner into one of the busy roads beside le Tiber, with snarled traffic and gaping ubway entrances, the tourist is suddenly •ansported into today ' s world . . . yet, uriously, it ' s just what one expects in Rome. Florence is as different from Rome as it from the Ligurian seaside towns. Nestled 1 a picturesque valley in the Tuscan country- side through which the Arno River flows, it has a cosy, small-town atmosphere. The tall dark Cyprus trees, the blue skies, and the terraced, grape growing hillsides, all re- mind one of the landscapes in Renaissance paintings. The city itself, with its I ' ed tiled roofs and sand coloured walls, is what the North American toui ' ist usually considers typ- ically Italian. No other city could have so many marvellous works of art tucked away in every building and every church. Venice is unique. Every tourist sees the Bridge of Sighs, the Rialto, and St. Mark ' s Square; the crowds in these places are al- most all foreigners. But there is also a part of the city which, though not so commonly seen, is much more Venetian: small canals criss-crossed with stone bridges, ancient hous- es whose cellars are open to the dark gi ' een canal water as they have been for centui ' ies, a city within a city where the traditional cries of the gondoliers and the swish of oars take the place of the traffic noises of other cities. Venice remains much as it has been and always will be so long as it still attracts tourists . . . without them it would slowly die. Italy is a country with many faces. One never has to look far behind the facade shown to the ordinary toui ' ist to find an entirely different aspect of Italian life. The people are one of the friendliest races, their food is magnificent, and their are treasures overwhelming. I think I would have to visit many countries before I found any to surpass Italy in beauty and charm. Claire Wilson Upper II. 47 jj-irst ' j rize Sliort Stoy THIRTEEN DISTANT YEARS BY JANET SHEPPERSON CLASS OF 1971 Saturday morning. The smell of bacon fry- ing and my father standing over the stove in dressing-gown and slippers, cooking break- fast for my mother who was still in bed. I still couldn ' t get used to the morning routine of the household: Louise padding around and getting in everyone ' s way, Simon yelling and banging on the bars of his cot, Tony drinking tomato juice at the breakfast table and not speaking to anyone. To me it was utter chaos; until a year ago I had been used to the dreamy quiet of a little modern bungalow in the country, in a very select housing development near London. Al- most as bad as my mother ' s death had been leaving all the things I knew and loved, and being adopted into a large, noisy family in a bustling city with a soul that was con- stantly hun ' ying. The completion of the morning ritual came when, in comparative quiet, the family sat round the breakfast table. What are you doing this morning, Jean? my father would ask. I resented this question, as an invasion of my privacy. Most Saturday mornings I would wander around the sand and rubble of an empty building site near my home— anything to escape from the noise and bustle that was driving me half mad. I ' m having a friend over I already told you, remember? Alright, there ' s no need to be rude, said my father. I glowered at my plate, hating him like poison. Everything I did or said was al- ways criticized. He had no right to try to run my life. Tink arrived at half -past nine, wearing jeans and a flowery blouse and a happy smile. I had to admit she was a friendly person, but I felt no need of friends; life was too crowded and over-complicated al- ready. We sat in my bedroom, drinking orange. Why don ' t you introduce me to your broth- er? said Tina. Oh, you wouldn ' t want to meet him. He ' s a slob. Anyway, he ' s probably out som where. Fortunately he had missed hearing her con in, or he would already have introduced hiir self. He was girl-crazy. You don ' t like him much, do you? sa Tina. Actually, that ' s the best excuse 1 ' heard. Most people just tell me I ' m too terested in boys. I said, You don ' t look it. She laughed and started telling me ho much she wished she had a brother, or ma; be two. How lonely it was being an onj child. How much she envied me for havin a big, closely-knit family. All the time stared out of the window at the ugly, soo grimed shapes of roof-tops and televisic aerials, and wondered how she could be s blind, and understand so little. You ' re just like everyone else, I sai( Trying to tell me how lucky I am. Don you understand how much I hate this familj We ' re always having rows. All I want to be left alone and get away from all the; kids and my parents interfering. I used i be an only child and I loved it. Tell me about that, said Tina. I closed my eyes and remembered the litt room where I was born. It had graciou white-painted walls and a thick blue carpe and from the window there was a view a rocky slope covered with conifers, with tl river at the bottom, winding away like painted river in a Constable landscape. IV motho: used to tell me about how, when was little, the river flooded half way up the house, but that was when my father w; still living with us and I could scarcely r member that time. When I grew older I had a room of n own; my mother helped to decorate it. remember her as pretty, and young, ai laughing; she wore fashionable clothes a) invited all the neighbours to lively cockt{j parties in the elegant, wood-panelled bas: ment. Sometimes we would go on picnij together, my mother and I and one of rj (Continued on page £) 48 friends. She was always very understand- ing; she said that we both had to live our own lives, but she was always there when I was unhappy or wanted to talk to her about anything. After I had finished talking to Tina, she sat in silence for a minute and then said, Jean, I don ' t want to upset you, but if your mother was so nice and so good, why did she get divorced? I don ' t want to talk about that. My fath- er was a horrible domineering man and all he ever thought about was making money and being respectable. I ' m sorry. But you like both youi parents now? No. You ' re lucky; your parents a: ized. Mine are beyond hope. Oh Jean, she laughed, Youalwa what you haven ' t got. How could I ever make her und how I hated their boring, squalid li petty restrictions? How could I ev anyone understand? I stared out of dow, not understanding Tina, not und ing anyone, perhaps not even undersj my real mother or myself, in those distant years of my life that weri forever now. Janet Sbeoperson, Upper 2 The] Agai Special Honorable Mention Robert Grant — Middle Four A TWITTERING OF MAN Grayi lite The hoLu- ' s fom- along the Thames; The scholai- ' s having tea. By Jovel A murmuration, luv. Is sitting in the tree. A mui ' muration, Percival? It looks more like a host. I surely do see sparrows Sitting on that post. I beg yom- pardon. Charity; Youi- eyesight ' s dim as fog. If ever I saw a starling. It ' s sitting on the log. I still say it ' s a sparrow. A starling - see - you ' re wrong. I ' m sure it is a sparrow; Listen to its song. I ' m sorry to oppose you two But truly that ' s a lark, Said their young son Archibald, Who left with that remark. They fetched the glass and took a look And gave an exclamation: Good show, Ai-chie! Larks it be - A glorious exaltation! J He tees from the Hebrs Somettiinj oncernin So back i iepaystl .50 NO ONE REMEMBERS BY JANET SHEPPERSON CLASS OF 1971 NO ONE REMEMBERS There is a gray sky merging into evening, And poplars sighing in the wind, stirring faintly The memories of forgotten things; suddenly The poplars are green again in a line Against the crazy heaven of a Van Gogh sky: Musical evening. Outdoor violins battle against the mosquitoes; Everyone laughs, faces half hidden in the dusk; Two bo- c ride a sports car in circles across the grass Then there is silence again; the violins fade Into the poplars sighing on a bleak November day ... And no one remembers now ... Gray days and sunshine days . . . Sunshine on sand, two people, one moment. Watching soft clouds filming the sun and seagulls on the warm gray sand -- White waves whispering lovingly from a jade sea, The waves tumbling and turning away Memories, and all the brightness fades Into the safe respectability of four gray walls, And no one remembers. •X ' if X «l •T T I !• ' T THE PARISHIONER BY KENNCTH VAUGHAN CLASS OF 1970 THE PARISHIONER The steps of the parish church stand blandly before him As his being progresses to the ultimate tee. He mounts the steps in a sedate fashion, driver-in-hand. He tees-off , sending the Prayer-book two hundred yards down the aisle. He motors along in his Comfortable Pew , slowly meditating his terrain While fellow enthusiasts trudge wearily past. From the deeper recesses of his mind. He hears a man preaching to him saying Something or other (from his soapbox at the wayside) Concerning something crucially important about the church; So back to the game. After losing sufficient interest at the ultimate green, le pays the sidesman (walking down the aisle) his greenfee nd walks to the entrance of his Clubhouse for his coat. pays his respects to the Pro, but only in words. !n he saunters off to his car and drops his cleets his clubs for another week. 51 The Soldier and the Laughing Girl ssQvnoiics Rembrant, Dufy, Michelangelo, Da Vinci, Seurat, Thompson, Lis- mer, Caravaggio, El Greco, Fauvist, Pointillist, abstract, non-objective, and more and more and more. . . . Beethoven, Bach, Schubert, Schumann, Sibelius, Symphony, con- certo, Gould, pianissimo, suite, clarinet, basso profundo, and still more and more. . . . If these terms are unknown to you or merely vaguely familiar, you should get into the habit of attending the series of art and music assemblies which have been blossoming this year. Generally twice, and sometimes three times a week, we have gathered in the Audio-Visual Room of the new addition to spend a little time with the lives, the thoughts and the works of these musicians and painters. Though we may not all become experts, we are definitely gaining some confidence in our awareness of what has gone on in these fields through the ages. Matthew Arnold said that culture is knowing all the best that has been thought and said in the world. We are making an effort. Captive Audience iScconcl rize .Sliort Stor 2f SANS PEUR; SANS REPROCHE BY PAUL TALBOT CLASS OF 1971 SANS PEUR: SANS REPROCHE Tiles. Some with muffled green. Some with he gray which in a bygone era was white. 5ome with scrapes from the heels. Some v ' ith chewing gum, but all are very much dive: all individualistic. As I stand in this .erminal. tiles are my habitat. Each tile ;quals twenty-one square inches of raw soul, iow many square inches of tile cover the loor of this dirty terminal? How many miles nto his mind could I ti ' avel on miy tiles )efore my tiles would run out? I count them, md I see an alley of grim hope becoming ncreasingly brighter. He once said the more ;he merrier to me, possibly against me, md the quotation penetrated my skull, lodg- ng itself in the ghetto of my mind. Yes, ' . shall count them all, very carefully and pre- ;isely, and then maybe Ell tell him the ■esults. I shall count them until he is no more. used to carve you, plunging the cold hard steel into the depths of youi ' flesh: destroy- ing, but creating. Now I create with you, and not against you. Sixty-nine. How long have I endui ' ed, struggling against lis mysterious mind, only to find myself be- ing torn apart before her crystalline eyes? I have been the victim of his keenly focused frustration. Her perfect body is not near, but I feel her soul comforting me. Every word she pours me is melodic; every smile radiant; every move delicate; every night ecstatic. Yes, with her golden image beside me I will come out on top. I see her, and with all due respect I touch her. The unison of om selfish cells liberates my mind. Both of us think the same of him. Both of us try to avoid him but we fail. She has never set eyes on him, and has no desire to. She. hates him too. Three hundred and seventy- six. He couldn ' t possibly appreciate or under- stand her. If he could, he certainly wouldn ' t want to. With hope in his eyes and anguish deeply engraved in his features he doesn ' t look like the spiritualist he actually is. He has happily voyaged the length of the Mweru and back again each fortnight, only to find last week ' s Saturday Review of Literature rotting away in his emerald studded mail- ' box. He actually relaxes to Alessandro Scar- latti; reads only Adelbert von Chamisso and Camus. In his foyer is boldly displayed Dis- cobolus. Indecent? No, my tiles-cultui ' al. Seven hundred and ninety-nine. His analysis of me is knavish. I am a foul, undisciplined cocky kid ; kid ; thirty- one yetu ' s of age and still a kid . That ' s his speed. Dylan would defend me; Zappa would laud me; Hendrix would burn me; Ginsberg would buy me; but none of them have ain-ived to help me yet. She told me that only they were to be trusted. But he probal the depths of my cerebrum; he had to tear me apart and bring me down to earth. He told me to change my outlook and come up overground and look at life through his eyes. Why should I read all the old stuff when Leonard Cohen and Rod McKuen bring us up to date? How can Robert Southey ' s Battle of Blenheim compare with today ' s brilliant anti-war material? Yes, I hate him for his unforgivable ignorance. He is nothing but a semi-cultured farmer. Two thousand, six-hundred and seventy-nine. She told me that once she got to read of his hate towards me in an employee analysis reix)rt he had compiled. In the second line of the first paragraph I was a bold animal suppressing terrible anger, really disappoint- ing . Both of us know that his i;eport is meaningless, groundless, and sick. What else can you expect from a charlatan who sei ' ves his dinner guests silovitz in dixie-cups? In his eyes I am down and out. How can he know? I make a point of never speaking to him, avoiding him as much as possible, and I have hurt him in my own innocent fashion. I hope he enjoys the telomike capacitator analyzer I ordered for him, and I hope he enjoys paying freight on it if he decides to return it. All the encyclopedia and hearing- aid salesmen that are calling on him; the bothersome telephone calls, the broken win- dows, stolen hubcaps, and omnipotent bon- fii ' es are all of my doing. Yes, he is cer- tainly my slave even without the switch. Foui ' thousand, nine-hundred and seven. Both of us devised the switch, although 53 she came up with the idea in a somewhat cruder form before my early experimentation. It is well hidden in a closet of my second office adjacent to the Bats tape recorder. After we finished building it, which was an extremely dull chore, save her presence, we added a tricky device. It was decided that when I wanted to, I could pull the switch, and would, with no further effort on my behalf, destroy the person whom I hated the most. She knew that I hated him more than anyone else, and certainly I did, so both of us forgot about the switch for awhile. Seven thousand, seven hundred eighty-six. For three weeks we have lived together between the inten-uptions of commercialism. Our dwelling is singular and not large, but serves its purpose. It has one window, over- looking the side window of an adjacent build- ing. Our furnishings are Simple but not crude; our lives are rewarding. I read my Philip Roth, and she her Gore Vidal. The music we breathe is Steppenwolf, our clothes ster- eotype, our food kosher, and our lives are one. Each morning we leave one another and late each afternoon we meet again. Nocturnal hours witness our bizai ' re athletics. To break the monotony, we drop plastic bags of boil- ing water out the window and watch them lazily descend the four filthy floors to meet their fate on the cold, gray sidewalk. Only once did we hit anyone, and he was only a cop. Eight thousand seventy-three. When I awoke this morning, she was not beside me. I ran into the hall and saw her crash the receiver into the dirty payphone ' s cradle. She ran barefoot over the splintered floor past me through the door, looking more pleased with herself than usual. She bathed; I showered; we ate; we spoke not; and left one another. A few minutes ago I parked and came in. Going hastily past the door of his office, I managed to catch a glimpse of him smiling at me, and he wished me good morning. I didn ' t reply, and took the elevator to the twenty-first floor. I un- locked my office door, and went over to look at my mail. (Even I am subject to unsolicited mail concerning hearing-aids.) One envelope in particular stopped me because on its face was simply my name, with no stamp or Pit- ney-Bowes imprint. I ripped it open, and had to read written in his complacent hand- writing, Summer has its Terrors . Nine thousand, four hundred thirty-two. I ran out the door and bolted down the barren corrider to my second office. I found the door open and left it that way. I opened the closet door and saw the bat ' s tape re- corder. The switch was on the wall, and I guided my trembling hand toward the switch. Foul, undisciplined cocky kid . My heart- beat was amplified to the volume of a roar. Bold animal, surpressing terrible anger. Really disappointing . My sweat-riddled fing- ers grasped the handle, although my grasp wasn ' t secure. Summer has its Terrors . I had to pull. Ten thousand tiles and I had won. It was in actuality only a few seconds ago that I pulled the switch. I am lying on the carpet, catching sound-blast out of a broken tape recorder. Eivery move I make to control my limbs is in vain. My breathing is irregular. They have just entered the door. She holds his note and his hand, and smiles. Both approach me, but my eyesight is deteriorating. She swears at me. Her voice is as it always has been, but now it tears my flesh, ripping arteries and crushing bones. She makes me drink my own blood from her shoe, and swears at me more. Behind her he has bent down and commenced praying, and I start to rotate rapidly around his body. The taperecorder is heaved through the window, then the switch, then what is left of me. Twenty-one floors later I land on a man, but he is only a cop. Zero, I have lost. ff. « ml •Ia % ' X THE SEA BY ROBERT FINLEY CLASS OF 1974 The sea is my meadow; A boat is my mare. The spray in my eyes Is the dust and the glare. The swells are the mountains That heave and then fall. As my horse and I jump High over them all. My bow towards the sunset; The wind well abeam; The se a ' s drifting by With a yellowish gleam. The sky is so clear With nothing in sight But a fiery star And a beautiful night. 54 HOME REMEDIES BY VERONICA McGUIRE CLASS OF 1974 HOME REMEDIES Many home remedies were born of necessity when people depended on herbs from nature for their survival. Most of them are traditional superstitious beliefs although some are accepted in medical use today. Magic was used extensively particulai ly in countercharms. These words usually kept a secret which, when said by the right person, could bring the needed relief. An injury was cured by passing a hand in a circle a few inches away from the injui ' y, saying these words: Hovela, ho vela Kavela, strech — Es marris a free Is alles aveck. Fish was used abundantly in home remedies such as: eat salt cod to prevent car-sickness; and since colds are common at this time of the year, salt herring at the feet is a sure cui ' e. Goose oil was also taken for a remedy for colds. For frozen feet, the feet would be soaked in rum. An Indian tried this once, but, instead of soaking his feet in the rum, he drank it. When the doctor protested, the Indian replied with a smile, Soon reach toes! Herbs were also a common ingredient in home remedies. For example, rhubarb root was taken for a laxative, and sauerkraut as a tonic for appetite. Animal manure was frequently employed in home remedies. A cow- manure poultice was put on the neck to treat diphtheria. Because acne is common at the teen-age stage, some of you might try the following: to a glass of water add two tablespoons of flour and two tablespoons of salt, before dressing; stir with a carpenter ' s iron nail, and let set. By the time you are dressed, it has settled. Drink the water off this. Other home remedies might involve something altogether different. For a sore throat, a sock (the dirtier the better) was put on the neck. (If the sock will stick to the ceiling, it ' s a sure cure.) Most home remedies were for physical purposes, although some in- volved mental illness. One was, If downhearted, apply a preparation of holy water. Add silver, or preferably gold. This could be drunk or sprink- led over one ' s self. Although some of these beliefs may sound strange, I have no doubt that in some parts of Nova Scotia home remedies are still in use today by superstitious people. BIAFRA BY HELEN FLINT CLASS OF 1969 TO BIAFRA Oh child! Will you outlive me? Loved, And carried with me On the back of Africa. A handful of Ibo ' s Fight the world. Diminish daily. While Eui ' ope Clicks her tongue And watches. Do you remember Watching the automobiles Rattle over the dust. And calling out Onyatchi ? Can you still smell The bananas we sold For fantastic pennies? Do you still say that Word - NIGERIA? Do you still wait For the Hausa men To sell your Mama Dead Beer-bottle beads? Do you still wait For Father ' s master To grant him a half -day Holiday For the Ekpe celebrations All under the heat Of the Harmattan sky? No, only The smashed Mango trees, The burning palm-oil rivers, And the crackling Palm tree leaves. Only the civil war songs- The Biafran rhythm of death. Oh son! Do your young eyes Descry the water? Is that the Niger already? Can you see the Ferry-master Commenting on the shrubs? Can you see brown bodies gleaming At the muddy water ' s edge? But I am felled By flying metal And many sorrowful retreats. How strange to greet again My Africa! And sad to see The hands, so black, So ebony, Gently at the trigger They have held forever. 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