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

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WHY? As the cold, cruel sun gropes its way through the black hunk of cloud, I can hear the distant roar of an atom bomb, and it makes me feel that I must write this down, for I may never write again. The black, once white, seagull cries the sound of doom while smoke drools from black sooted pipes intoxicating man with death. Every day the coal piles get smaller, while the atmosphere gets thicker and darker ; as if God( ? ) himself had laid the shadow of his very hand over the earth. From where I am I can see sewage pouring out into a vast body of sticky land, once cal- led water. The street lights droop their slender necks over the roads, burning faithfully day and night. A smell of cow dung plus gas enters silently into my nostrils while death touches my taste-buds. The fish in the little pond beside me are floating belly-up, while the cars hiss softly along the road, adding exhaust to the whirlwind of hell. The earth is starting to shake and tremble now, and my lungs cry out for air; when a funny-looking man that looks rather like myself stares me eye to eye, and asks me silently; Why? — Andrew Lynk, M3 DONKEY Slowly trudging onward, Heading toward the sun. Carrying heavy baskets. Meeting with no one. Carefully placing footsteps, Down the rocky path. Feeling that the sunshine Must have been in wrath. —Jane Mitchell

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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

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MERMAIDS Mermaids swim, so gracefully, near the land, and out at sea. Mermaids go ever so fast, through the weeds and ocean so vast. — Robert Merchant MONGOOSE Beware of the Mongoose; He ' s lightning quick. Beware of the Mongoose, As he goes rika-tik-tik . THE SHARK The sharp fin skims through the water, Warning the helpless. Reflecting the sunlight. Disturbing the calm water. Putting fright into the hearts of all who see. —Sarah Stevens THE ALLIGATOR ' S PRAYER Oh, Lord, why am I feared? I cannot help Having a big mouth. Why am I being killed off? Most of us are hungry, so we eat man. In turn man steals our eggs. give us proper food. Oh, Lord. So we will not eat man, please make our mouths smaller, Oh, Lord, Amen. — R. Cohn,.. .