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

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MIDDLE THREE Third row: M. Newman, P. Aterman, C. Morro w, A. Lynk, M. Pugsley, N. Palmer, W. Mayo, C. Schandl Second Row: Mrs. Crocker, J. Murphy, J. Mingo, E. Gale, D. Ritchie, E. Jannasch, N. von Maltzahn, K. Gordon. First row: G. Clark, M. Burnstein, P. MacNab, H. Glube, S. Pillay, R. Boyd, M. Kehoe, P. Richardson MIDDLE FOUR Third row: M. Raymond, A. Heard, N. Hill, C. Piercy Second row: Mrs. Scobbie, L. Hamer, A. Shaw, D. Murray, J. Grantmyre, D. Clark, E. Mitchell First row: R. Gordon, A. Lim, J. Garay, G. Youle, R. Quigley P. Murphy, A. Merchant, P. Medjuck 18

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Middle School MIDDLE ONE Second row: Mr. Spencer, G. Gruner, N. Guy, S. E. Lim, R. Oland, T. Terriss, V. Cunningham, B. Fairn First row: R. Merchant, T. Ozere, S. Stevens, P. Johnston, S. Murray, J. Mackay, R. Hirsch MIDDLE TWO Third row: J. Grantmyre, R. Cohen, A. Clark, H. Conter, J. Bugden, C. Walling Second row: Mr. Steele, M. Helliman, A. Pugsley, R. Flint, C. Grover, C. Carver, J. Wedlake, S. Hawkins, P. Hunt First row: J. Mitchell, C. Shaw, M. Masson, J. Schwartz, M. Sullivan, J. Welch, D. Price, G. Berall 17

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Middle School Literature TALE OF TWO NUCLEI Once upon a time there was a little pollen tube. In it lived a generative nucleus called Harry, (a bachelor), and his roommate, a vegetative cell called Elvis. They thought that their pollen tube was a trailer — after all, they lived in it and it moved a little bit down the style every day. One day the tube finally arrived at the ovule. Harry and Elvis walked out of the tube and into the ovule. Inside were six beautiful female nuclei. The most beautiful of them arose from the rug she had been lying on. The others arose too, but their movements were not as fluid as those of the golden-haired one. In a moment she said, I am Valerie. Hi there, Val. I ' m Harry and this is Elvis, said the rather unrefined bachelor. Hello, there, said Valerie. Say, Harry, I like your looks. Meet the others. She gestured towards the other gametes. They arose, one by one. They ' re vegetative, Elvis. This is — . Elvis cut in on her. I ' d like to see you rather than the others. I like your gold hair. He rushed forward to grab her, as she fell forwards. Harry said solemnly, I ' ve heard that that ' s what happens when the dominating male nucleus strides in with a manly hand. What? They faint, Elvis. Valerie ' s eyelids fluttered. Oh, Mother said I must keep my decorum. Oh! Quelle horreur! , she cried, lapsing into the more stylish French. In the arms of a vegetative gamete! Oh! Oh! She struggled to get free of Elvis. Harry ' s blood boiled. Put down that gamete! he cried. She ' s mine , yelled Elvis. The vegetative nuclei had gathered about Harry, the generative one, each in hopes of getting a high class generative nucleus for a mate. One was pushing him onto a rug, another bathing his feet. He pushed them away, shouting, Elvis, you ' re inferior, a vegetative. Pur her down! Striding over, he picked the gorgeous Valerie up. Now, he said. It ' s time for the natural course of events. Elvis get over there with your harem. Oh, Oh! Oh! screamed the terrified Valerie. Mother. Your mother is a gladiolus now, said the sulky Elvis, with his harem. We saw her on the way down. The natural course of events, said Harry again. Harry, for your behaviour down here, Val and I shall leave you till last. We ' ll devour your harem, one by one, and leave you in anguish till the last. The natural course of events? said Valerie interestedly. Yes, we male generative gametes always eat our roommates once we ' re locked in a snug apartment like this. Oh, thank heaven. I couldn ' t feel safe with him here , said Valerie. Well, Val, in two weeks you and I will be a flower. A gladiolus? said Valerie hopefully. The masculine Harry smiled down reassuringly. Yes, a gladiolus. — Michele Ray word M-4