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

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Fisrt Prize NEW YORK Loren Tierney New York is the place where I was born, In the winter it ' s cold and in summer it ' s warm. In the subway it ' s dark, but in Central Park, I ' m very fond, of the little pond, where we go to play, almost every day. And all my friends, wear bellbottom pants. Hippies are not rare at all, some are little some are tall. Some are dirty some are clean, and some are sort of inbetween. I suppose it would be a pity, if New York weren ' t my favorite city. Second Prize WHY? Lynda Medjuck Why does the bluebird sing each morn? Why do the crows eat the farmer ' s corn? Why does the robin have a red breast? Why doesn ' t the parrot sing like the rest? Why is the sparrow so so small? Why is the flamingo so so tall? I think I know the answer. If not I am in shame But things would be quite boring If they were made the same. First Prize HOCKEY Patrick McCarthy When it ' s cold and icy I ' m glad, Cause it ' s time for hockey with all the lads. We play on the road — A ball or a puck; With sticks and nets We try our luck. We play on the ice with helmets and skates. We play very hard; Getting goals is great. Second Prize SNOW Russell Smith Snow makes the world all Like a giant snowball. Snow makes me Go out and play with glee. But gee, When it stops snowing it ' s not very nice, Because of the ice That cars make dirty at the side of the road Till the salt truck comes along with its load. 24

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J [c onora n A NEW-FOUND FRIEND James Crosby The boy sitting opposite Homer was his enemy. The boy ' s name was Leroy. Although Homer had never met him before, he sensed that he was his enemy, but the hated blue and gold leather jacket confirmed his suspicions. Homer associated him with his blue and gold jacket which shrieked, Enemy, Enemy! into Homer ' s face. That ' s a nice rod, Leroy said, while looking at the stub-nosed Colt .45 police pistol that was on the table cdong with three bullets in front of them. Where did ya get it? Leroy asked with a tone of admiration. I stole it off a beaten fuzz about two months ago, Homer answered. Leroy was staring at it. It was beginning to show signs of rust on the shiny blue finish. But it was oiled and in working order. Leroy thought it would fetch twenty bucks easy at ,he local hock shop that he knew too well. Let ' s get on with it, Homer said impatiently. We don ' t want to be here all night. Yea, but before we. . . . There was a long pause, then Leroy continued, Look, I got no bad blood for you. I ' ve never even saw you before. I ' ve never saw you around either. This is just the way the gangs Wcmted it, two of us fight it out without a big street fight with the Law bustin ' it and us. How come I haven ' t seen you around? Homer asked Leroy as the question popped into his head. Are you new around here? Yea, we just moved here two weeks ago from the Bronx. But you got to admit you shouldn ' t have come down on our turf and messed up that guy. J ' ve got to admit nothing. I know you by your green and yellow jacket and you know me by my blue and gold, and that ' s the only thing between us. I just want you to know how I feel about this thing. I understand. Let ' s get on with it, Leroy said, picking up the gun and a bullet. He broke it open and slipped the bullet into the cylinder. He spun it around and around. When it stopped he said, That makes the odds five to one that the bullet will stop in the firing chamber. Dig? Yea. I ' ll go first. Why, Homer asked suspiciously. Do you want to go first? I dunno. Well then, look, I ' m giving you a break. I might blow my head off on the first shot. Why are you giving me a break? Leroy looked at him as though he was going to say something but instead he put the gun to his temple and pulled the trigger with a little hesitation. The click echoed about the basement wall. I didn ' t think I was goin ' to go thro with it, Leroy said. I knew you would, cause you got guts. Yea. 26